We just had to put our sweet dog, Ween, to sleep on Sunday, so this post is particularly tender and bitter sweet; after all, Theda’s pup is a dead as she is. (I’m not the only one who thinks these things.)
Plus, this gives me the opportunity to plug my post about Theda Bara and other silent film news.
What an opulent setting!
What? You were expecting vintage kids in costumes? You’ve got Halloween on the brain! Three vintage motorcyclists on Indian motorcycles, 1915.
Photo via Limerwrecks, where you can read the accompanying limerick, Tripping the Fright Fantastic. (FYI, you can read at my blog about Vincent Price and his art collection for Sears.)
Natalie Wood posing with a poodle pup and the big-eyed art she apparently inspired.
Found at If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There’d Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats.
Perhaps it’s because years of leafing through vintage magazines has left me rather immune to (at least the original) shock of seeing babies sucking on pipes and nursing from other tobacco sources (well, that and the knowledge that kids with tobacco is prevalent in other places) that I’m struck more by the second image…
Taken only in 1986, it’s difficult to recall a world in which such photos — taken in as film and processed, yet — would not result in a visit from child protective services.
Photos found via adski kafeteri at LJ.
He traded the sea for the sofa, the parrot for a budgie; it was like downsizing.
Time magazine (January 4, 1960) says Dali’s space age suit is gold, not silver as your black & white photograph reading brain might tell you. Also that article describes the Ovocipede as “a transparent plastic sphere that rolls merrily along while its operator sits comfortably.” Can anyone say “hamster ball”?
More from the April 1960 issue of Popular Mechanics:
Found via Pour 15 Minutes, which gives a date of December, 1959; the Fanantique photos are from the December 7, 1972 presentation at the Palais des glaces. (Just four years later, I would see Travolta star in The Boy In The Plastic Bubble. I probably cried.)
Normally I don’t recommend asking “why” when it comes to Dali; I believe his greatest talent ultimately lay in his ability to live life — and not asking about limits. However, it appears Dali didn’t drive and eschewed air travel until late in his life, so perhaps that’s why he invented such a mode of transportation.
Via The Cigarette Tree.