tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82149723432295433132024-02-22T10:30:45.277-06:00Finish Your Collapse ...and Stay For Breakfast<br>certainly special,<br>
but not the lumberjack one.<br><br>
visual confections, mind cake and aural amusements brought to you with love, quandary and a penchant for digital pleasures.Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-68693647745695082512012-11-08T13:22:00.001-06:002012-11-08T13:22:40.601-06:00Untitled<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><strong><span style="background-color: #e4d2d2; color: #050101; font-family: Century Gothic, Apple Gothic, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">my closed-eye adventures have been bursting with vivid life and technicolor-sensation</span></strong></p> <p><span style="background-color: #e4d2d2; color: #050101; font-family: Century Gothic, Apple Gothic, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="Tumblr_md4zzyco7o1rg7xvpo1_500" height="375" src="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-11-08/nfaefdvzwcGqBeBtGgwswuaeqpghvotfJcIoacAqsiuqoogEmHrjmDjaIuia/tumblr_md4zzyCo7O1rg7xvpo1_500.jpg.scaled1000.jpg" width="500" /> </div> </p></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-72163721826044836422012-06-04T13:26:00.001-05:002012-06-04T13:26:33.513-05:00whipping chords<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><span style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="Tumblr_m4hpqkavh41qzsbj6o1_400" height="425" src="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2012-06-04/CHnxlGlbIcBnuhimacdkuJlBoeuftHczfJjzanpsnjnkllgAlJyhEIIgnDwn/tumblr_m4hpqkaVH41qzsbj6o1_400.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="300" /> </div> </span> <div style="color: #000000; font-family: Lucida Grande, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: ; background-color: #ffffff; line-height: 1.4; background-position: 50% 0%; padding: 0px;"> <p style="font-weight: normal;"><strong>Whether on or off the grid, Fiona Apple permeates the cracks and breaks ((sound)) barriers with her haunting musical brilliance. We all know that seductive voice. Its smokey tones of grey that crawl out of the speaker and with its snakiest, slow billow, lingers around you with such a resonanace that you swear you can hear the gutted exhales from the fragile ghosts of which it came. We all know the videos. Faces of many but really only one anyone truly cares about. It doesn't matter what she's doing, she does it all with those tell|tale eyes bounding you in their stare for days. She is an artistic, human wonder; Ever-so-frail, hypnotizingly strong, and most importantly and inspirationally, always surmounting the business/public/media/etc with steadfast loyalty to her self.</strong></p> <p style="font-weight: normal;"><strong>I have been waiting for the arrival of her new work <em>Idler Wheel (</em><span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><em><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Idler_Wheel..." title="The Idler Wheel..." style="text-decoration: none; color: #0645ad; background-image: none; background-color: initial;">The Idler Wheel is wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords will serve you more than Ropes will ever do</a>)</em></span><em>, s</em>et to be released in mid-June, taking in refreshing bits of nourishment via a few of the dripping internet information faucets. Then I stumbled upon this article in W with a striking photo of Fiona cloaked in Repunzle threads and a dreamy embroidered Valentino top. </strong></p> <p style="font-weight: normal;"><strong>Here are both. Take a couple bites:</strong></p> <p style="font-weight: normal;"><strong><a href="http://www.wmagazine.com/celebrities/2012/06/fiona-apple-new-album-the-idler-wheel?currentPage=2">http://www.wmagazine.com/celebrities/2012/06/fiona-apple-new-album-the-idler-...</a></strong></p> </div> <span style="color: #050101; font-family: Century Gothic, Apple Gothic, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"> </span></p> <p> </p></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-85062909806302632692012-03-25T01:18:00.001-05:002012-03-25T01:18:04.082-05:00The Sensuous<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><span style="color: #272a00; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 26px;">"The animate earth – this moody terrain that we experience differently in anger and in joy, in grief and in love – is both the soil in which all our sciences are rooted and the rich humus into which their results ultimately return, whether as nutrients or as poisons. Our spontaneous experience of the world, charged with subjective, emotional, and intuitive content, remains the vital and dark ground of all our objectivity."</span></p></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-84890019850740577252012-02-15T07:17:00.001-06:002012-02-15T07:17:41.774-06:00t show you what was inside but it was even sweeter #valentines #imaluckylady<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/HBxNJBgoGA/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/kBDJreEwCmfxuxAumaclwgDmrDDolhgasDdHbDnoHgbrhhmiHFfkdImcegpB/media_httpdistilleryi_Jnrhd.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_jnrhd" height="500" src="http://getfile7.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/kBDJreEwCmfxuxAumaclwgDmrDDolhgasDdHbDnoHgbrhhmiHFfkdImcegpB/media_httpdistilleryi_Jnrhd.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-90641657314703031032012-02-08T12:55:00.001-06:002012-02-08T12:55:07.536-06:00Wallpaper --Sri Yantra<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/GwWVMjgoON/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile7.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/jsDBlHBEbuBIhnsCscCehbhlnjfeqxnEqAlgtzdFvFEvzcIGtCFeaHJrhtfv/media_httpdistilleryi_yyeIq.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_yyeiq" height="500" src="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/jsDBlHBEbuBIhnsCscCehbhlnjfeqxnEqAlgtzdFvFEvzcIGtCFeaHJrhtfv/media_httpdistilleryi_yyeIq.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-64900858632060022722012-01-26T16:14:00.001-06:002012-01-26T16:14:46.715-06:00Happy ((Belated)) Birthday Week, Dolly!<div class='posterous_autopost'><a href="http://instagr.am/p/k5lA_/"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile6.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/oDEhJvvIfhapvCnhnewxcGlbjFElxqlmCwmxJekErGDcdnrtaHcjudfIqCjg/media_httpdistilleryi_egrta.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="Media_httpdistilleryi_egrta" height="500" src="http://getfile5.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/oDEhJvvIfhapvCnhnewxcGlbjFElxqlmCwmxJekErGDcdnrtaHcjudfIqCjg/media_httpdistilleryi_egrta.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </a></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-68886771661831415982011-12-19T23:39:00.001-06:002011-12-19T23:39:39.644-06:00Stop and Smell The Roses<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="Img_3040" height="400" src="http://getfile5.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/bmHDCSkahNSpzHnZA8KhUWX9tt2AvhNqKB1H9QcDL3CFnF0LRatXnDbPnRgO/IMG_3040.jpg" width="300" /> </div> <p>Everything is coming out roses. Or it can if you want it to. Newly filling the air of the world beauty market is a Perfume Candy that will give your taste-buds extra sweet internal attention, while your externals attract and receive the same. Inspired by ongoing oral fixations with floral-flavored confections, addictions to that which can perform double-duty, olfactive affairs with the timeless scent of the geranium flower (a Victorian-era obsession), and modern perfume's most notorious confidant: the rose. And more specifically, the scent of the rose, the Bulgarian company Deo created a candy that will (post-consumption) leave you smelling like a walk in the garden. How does this all work? The candy contains the ingredient Gerniol, a chemical that after ingestion, and most importantly, the lack of digestion, emits itself (and in this case in a blossoming, aromatic sort of way) out of your pores. I admit I am tempted to try it. Who doesn't to eat their candy and smell like it too?! <br /> </p></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-52798305882023991642011-11-30T23:27:00.001-06:002011-11-30T23:27:50.698-06:00Untitled<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="Tumblr_lvft5ilw4j1qe0bgeo1_500" height="668" src="http://getfile6.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-11-30/JFzHmngcnGnGsuFHIJCvFrbHBehyhhcwzBfakayHdEmDnhsltmwJmiFrDqhw/tumblr_lvft5iLw4j1qe0bgeo1_500.png.jpeg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /> </div> the days of our mastadon/dillinger escape plan/red fang tour-lives are presently trickling out of their swollen ampoules through slimming glass necks, pouring the past straight into the future. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Lucida Grande, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">and while there will be plenty merriment to salt the last two days with, i can't help but be sprinkled with a little sadness.</span></span></p> </div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-39419267619965583712011-11-29T00:46:00.001-06:002011-11-29T00:46:38.194-06:00Schulz<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="Tumblr_lu992lxzaz1r5zo60o1_500" height="333" src="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/a1LDInBda0rr7e6orNa5iDFpUokxLFkUFT81oZBjBBm7c7jq2sBz2Ox9A2VT/tumblr_lu992lXzAz1r5zo60o1_500.jpg" width="500" /> </div> <p></p><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left;"> <span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;">My mind today -and in recent days flocking behind me- </span></div> <div style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left;"> <span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;">has been fixated on and simultaneously carried away</span></div> <div style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left;"> <span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;">by the words of the Polish writer <strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;">Bruno Schulz</strong>.</span></div> <div style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left;"> <span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;">Schulz was an artist, painter and illustrator whose work combined an evocative, poetic </span></div> <div style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left;"> <span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;">mix of autobiographical and fantastical elements bursting with life and imagination even in the dampened, lifeless grayness of the shadows and the typically mundane. </span></div> <p style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px;"> </p><div style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; line-height: 22px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"><i><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"></span></i></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; line-height: 22px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left;"> <i><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Can you understand,' asked my father, 'the deep meaning of that weakness, that passion for colored tissue, for papier-mache, for distemper, for oakum and sawdust? This is,' he continued with a pained smile, 'the proof of our love for matter as such, for its fluffiness or porosity, for its unique mystical consistency. Demiurge, that great master and artist, made matter invisible, made it disappear under the surface of life. We, on the contrary, love its creaking, its resistance, its clumsiness. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">We like to see behind each gesture, behind each move, its inertia, </span></span></span></i><i><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">its heavy effort, its bearlike awkwardness.” </span></span></i></div> <p /><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; line-height: 22px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 14px;">I have officially fallen prey to the entrancement of his brood, </span></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left;"> <span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;">still lingering in precious printed nests and digital dens.</span></div> <div style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; line-height: 22px; font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: left;"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">(<a href="http://www.schulzian.net/index.htm" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline;">if you've grown acquiescent you will continue on behind these words</a>)</span></div></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-52674299034069113852011-11-29T00:35:00.001-06:002011-11-29T00:35:58.062-06:00Schulz<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="Tumblr_lu992lxzaz1r5zo60o1_500" height="333" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/HeendHre0jVk7EIEw31Mvf1KmJDMIYNqAz0dmbWoyObEsSd86H8sDudHJ27G/tumblr_lu992lXzAz1r5zo60o1_500.jpg" width="500" /> </div> <p></p><div style="text-align: center;">My mind today -and in recent days flocking behind me- </div><div style="text-align: center;">has been fixated on and simultaneously carried away</div><div style="text-align: center;">by the words of the Polish writer <b>Bruno Schulz</b>.</div> <p /><div style="text-align: center;">Schulz was an artist, painter and illustrator whose work combined an evocative, poetic </div><div style="text-align: center;">mix of autobiographical and fantastical elements bursting with life and imagination even in the dampened, </div> <div style="text-align: center;">lifeless grayness of the shadows and the typically mundane. </div><p /><div style="text-align: center;">"As we manipulate everyday words, we forget that they are fragments of ancient and eternal stories, that we are building our houses with broken pieces of sculptures and ruined statues of gods as the barbarians did. "</div> <p /><div style="text-align: center;">I have officially fallen prey to the entrancement of his brood, </div><div style="text-align: center;">still lingering in precious printed nests and digital dens.</div> <p /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px;">“Can you understand,' asked my father, 'the deep meaning of that weakness, that passion for colored tissue, for papier-mache, for distemper, for oakum and sawdust? This is,' he continued with a pained smile, 'the proof of our love for matter as such, for its fluffiness or porosity, for its unique mystical consistency. Demiurge, that great master and artist, made matter invisible, made it disappear under the surface of life. We, on the contrary, love its creaking, its resistance, its clumsiness. </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px;">We like to see behind each gesture, behind each move, its inertia, its heavy effort, its bearlike awkwardness.” </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;">_________</div><div style="text-align: center;">(<a href="http://www.schulzian.net/index.htm">if you've grown acquiescent you will continue on behind these words</a>)</div></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-28846246573930136932011-11-24T15:03:00.001-06:002011-11-24T15:03:15.124-06:00Untitled<div class='posterous_autopost'><p>While today is a good day to be thankful and celebrate the blessings in your life with the sharing of an autumnal feast of warm delights, tradition and love, be sure to pay your respects and remember the falsehoods tied to the actual inception of this 'holiday'. Take a minute to remember those who lost their lives and land pre the 1637 declaration of "Thanksgiving Day"; Who suffered at the hands of the pilgrims. There will be a time where this day becomes solely a day of gratitude and stops being intertwined with the myths of the union of the indigenous people of America and that of religious dissidents of England that moved in on their land, and took a lot of their 'blessings' away. </p> <p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="The_50_state_new_mexico_by_charmaine_olivia-220x258" height="258" src="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-11-24/GDsgxqGczCtIhdahdaFqDtvwthmhlrkbebojopswdlAHtDbAbGIenhkljfAb/the_50_state_new_mexico_by_charmaine_olivia-220x258.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="220" /> </div> </p></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-92020516608700551682011-11-10T23:05:00.001-06:002011-11-10T23:05:34.491-06:00Lunartic<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="Tumblr_ltfdixcwcj1r3rwi7o1_500" height="365" src="http://getfile5.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-11-10/vaGsFrrqGCgmjakmJsncADkFBiBtxsdjFusnynxtqiEpyrGBeJepntldubpJ/tumblr_ltfdixCwcj1r3rwi7o1_500.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /> </div> </p> <p><span style="line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;">Yesterday, as my night moved methodicaly past midnight into the early-morning witching hours before dawn, I noticed the swelling of the moon in the inky Denver sky. As the breath of myself, and my company, filled the cold air, my thoughts flipped through files as I tried to recall the given identity of this particular full moon that I once read about in the pages of a book on Pagan ritual. Full moons are known to various Pagans, Native Americans and various cultures around the globe by their epithet. The November moon's most commonly known in the Northern Hemisphere as The Beaver Moon, The Frost Moon or The Hunter's Moon. Each name bestowed is indicative of what happenings are unfolding during the month as the seasonal progressions continue, and for the conjoining intentions set by the tribes that turned to these moons, these measures of calendric time, for guidance. In addition, and for centuries expanding continents, it has been thought that the time of the full moon is a time to work on your own growth, personal and spirutal lessons and enlightment. In other words it is an excellent time to set intentions. As I type with still-cold, stiffened fingers from the air filling the city of Omaha Nebraska, and think what November means in terms of fall slowly growing colder to meet winter, and the preparation of most to build and collect materials for warmth, I set protective intentions for myself and those I love. Protection from the 'cold' that could try to sweep in and seemingly freeze one's personal/spirtual/creative (and so on) evolution. I set these intentions with a deep inhale and a soft howling exhale at the moon. I suggest you should too.</span></span></p> </div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-64972682603734746362011-11-07T17:48:00.001-06:002011-11-07T17:48:25.543-06:00Occupy My Mind<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://getfile4.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/E0d5tqPV0xjYUy8VVgj8nV6Un525I4BrA0jCbMyKq2sxZHIZG410gtLJl70n/tumblr_ltn3w877N31qaykdco1_128.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"><img alt="Tumblr_ltn3w877n31qaykdco1_128" height="726" src="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/IE8DRdTGEqZ0wwSuQ2SvwRipxuQ4JVRH9LfSoWsCeegbmEJp5ExGO7SXBcQE/tumblr_ltn3w877N31qaykdco1_128.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> <p></p><div>I am currently on tour with Mastodon / Dillinger Escape Plan / Red Fang. Occupying cities throughout the U.S. and Canadialand. ||||||||||| At blast off I started filling boxes with galactical dust, incandescent ideas, illustrious inspiration, extractions, ephemera and euphoric-renderings. I hope to adorn myself and others with what becomes of these cosmic collections post-tour. Until then I work with what I have, dreaming night into day of metallic geometrics under winter-white warmth and black, patterned interwoven fabric danier --forty three percent and more. Triangles and squares beneath daybreak spiked with color circling hips and falling like feather-light streams, and glowing embers, to the floor. Headdresses that would please the likes of Cleopatra to Clara Bow. I have been cloaked in mostly black, a precious rose-gold<a href="http://bloodmilkjewelry.com/planchettenecklace.html"> planchette</a> hanging around my neck and dust from the days and cities anterior to the one my fingers are currently tracing maps on. The season is rolling by hiding its characteristic-charm, seemingly every other day, leaving me in a perpetual (day to state to city to state) state of weather submittance ::: tights on // tights off, but always smiling. As we head deeper into the U.S., I can feel that winter is creeping in with the time-zone transitions. It does make tucked-in, radiating home call a little louder (even amidst a stellar time out here). Thankfully I have thickly-spun cozy cotton hoods, layers of black beefy blankets, tea-lit tight spaces breathing warmth, body heat, L O V E and photo inspiration like this to keep me warm. </div></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-31042116069940055272011-11-05T01:27:00.001-05:002011-11-05T01:27:33.192-05:00Monster Post-It Notes<div class='posterous_autopost'><div>You don't need a monster-sized canvas to make memorable monster art. Danish artist John Kenn Mortensen animates, creates scripts and makes television shows; has contributed to producing twin babies, and, himself, births the mysterious, creepily awesome, ghoulish line-drawings you see here. Mortensen uses a modern, traditionally tiny office supply, inspiration from the likes of Steven King and H.P. Lovecraft, a drawing instrument, and a mountain range of imagination. </div> <p /><div>Get your creep on:::>> <a href="http://johnkenn.blogspot.com/">Don Kenn Gallery </a></div><p /><div><br /><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="John230" height="700" src="http://getfile7.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/Q3uD9ciDsdhsACHyZANY3Vwn1KQSHKPIDl6xoLmIi5d1qmSN2TnPmduwfxhq/john230.jpg" width="419" /> <a href="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/T8J6dlR4wSAtaOXAzmwMX66vBBoHKMtrcIRVVlUDHqalnD0LWAnk6TqmdfIo/john215.jpg"><img alt="John215" height="294" src="http://getfile2.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/yjXlVTrhSqCjU196JPX9MVDvGOCweZsM28CjlU2j0U06ddmwzLTDcRLudLCg/john215.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <img alt="John190" height="700" src="http://getfile6.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/vimXzB9PHvoPecbBpqk0F7hxkC6BNyf8hgMgTahYuGcMfoT5B0XQSDXicQBu/john190.jpg" width="424" /> <div class='p_see_full_gallery'><a href="http://filthandfeatherbonesatsea.posterous.com/monster-post-it-notes">See the full gallery on Posterous</a></div> </div> </p></div></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-38763658211297557592011-10-31T13:09:00.001-05:002011-10-31T13:09:17.258-05:00All Hallow's Eve<div class='posterous_autopost'><div>All I want for All Hallow's Eve is for all of the toxic blather that atrophies the world's imagination to dissolve and </div><div>for it to remerge dressed as a Tim Burton set bedecked in sugar skulls, with the day's affairs narrated by Vincent Price.</div> <p /><iframe allowfullscreen="true" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ASHP-vgnjAw" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"></iframe></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-91965380833966892152011-10-27T20:13:00.001-05:002011-10-27T20:13:44.731-05:00Self<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="Charmaineolivia_2" height="628" src="http://getfile1.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/HPCgBH319eQj4sKXNAugxQiQz8gdS8odL8OYdkAl1wN4dbAKl1FD3r22EkdF/charmaineOlivia_2.jpg" width="500" /> </div> <p><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><table class="Bs nH iY" style=""> <tr><td class="Bu" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;"> <div class="nH if" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px;"><div class="nH"><div class="nH hx" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 8px;"> <div class="nH"><div class="h7 ie nH oy8Mbf" style="clear: both; padding-bottom: 0px;"><div class="Bk" style="margin-bottom: 10px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-right-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-left-color: rgb(239, 239, 239); border-bottom-color: rgb(226, 226, 226); border-top-width: 0px; border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px;"> <div class="G3 G2" style="padding-top: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-right-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-bottom-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-left-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(188, 188, 188); border-top-left-radius: 7px 7px; border-top-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-right-radius: 7px 7px; border-bottom-left-radius: 7px 7px;"> <div><div><div class="HprMsc mNrSre"><div class="gs"><div class="ii gt" style="font-size: 13px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; padding-bottom: 20px;"> <div><span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: avant garde; padding-right: 5px;">“</span></span></div> I like flaws and feel more comfortable around people who have them. <div> <span style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"> I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions. </span><span style="font-family: avant garde; font-size: 20px;">“ Augusten Burroughs</span></div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></td></tr></table></div></p></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-50503198500476468012011-10-27T19:28:00.001-05:002011-10-27T19:28:59.009-05:00Sleepy Hollows<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <img alt="3825412442_40a8e0fbfb_o" height="457" src="http://getfile5.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/SKRZUa4q3xZvdj4Mx5izGwtwdWxpGQbkRPlppwcM9XoFAroXlLDCOUFJ9MHp/3825412442_40a8e0fbfb_o.jpg" width="400" /> </div> <p></p><div>If you were a kid or teenager in the 80's, Elm Street evokes more garish imagery than that of a picture-perfect, tree-lined street. In honor of spending a good chunk of time today on Elm Street (this particular one in Dallas, TX) I wanted to post something a little creepier. The image of choice is part of the Hollow People series by Minneapolis artist Chag Hagen. While his hands aren't made of knives; I am pretty sure his wardrobe extends beyond striped sweaters, and the carvings deepened from more of a cut than a slash, the aftermath is still haunting. </div> <p /><a href="http://www.chadhagen.com/#68954/Hollow-People" target="_blank">http://www.chadhagen.com/#68954/Hollow-People</a><p /><div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30625014@N02/" target="_blank">http://www.flickr.com/photos/30625014@N02/</a><br /> <p /></div></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-88881268893535595632011-09-22T22:43:00.003-05:002011-09-22T22:43:55.042-05:00For Your Health...<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><span style="line-height: 16px;">"If government can legislate against drugs, may it some day <span style="font-style: italic;">require</span> people to take them?"</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">Science. I always found Science class (Biology, Psychology, Astronomy...) to be the most fascinating pieces of my college-prep curiculum. Being an ever-changing subject of mastery and elusiveness, the ongoing paramount-reach for pinnacle after pinnacle, through the perpetually-revealed results of the most hardcore examples of experimentation and observation, it has just grabbed and held my attention since first grade.</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">The caption above describes the ideas illuminated in the first image below. The vivid photo elucidates the fusion of an artistic expression of science and psychadelia. The picture made its debut in an edition of Life and Health that came our in 1972; A place that housed a lot of surreal, chromatic images by the</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 16px;"> </span>illustrator, Phil Kirkland. Kirkland is most known for a slew of surreal, outstanding illstrations that shone their psychadelic lights in various science magazines and textbooks mostly based on health and psychology. Yes, I too am wondering why my school did not stock any such publications that gladly integrated such beautiful, evocative imagery. In addition to magazines and textbooks Kirkland also did illustrations for a few science-fiction magazines...naturally.</span></p> <p>For more seventh-period Psych-Sci with Mr Kirkland you can enter <a href="http://50watts.com/#1104784/An-artist-s-interpretation-of-a-teenager-s-head-exploding-in-science" title="here">here</a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> and 'open' up various textbooks. (((Bell Ringing)))</span></p> <p><strong><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/vxvvqoshjIthGejopelfIygoJEcswiHEDsCrtHlDbAHIEdfJtAflfehpnehB/01-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Life-and-Health-1972_900.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="01-phil-kirkland--illus" height="630" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/vxvvqoshjIthGejopelfIygoJEcswiHEDsCrtHlDbAHIEdfJtAflfehpnehB/01-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Life-and-Health-1972_900.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> <div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/ynIvgBCJhxBbjzpaCbpcqyfzelleurGyqttHxBfBFrDxlGzafszCDiyeIAwo/02-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Psychology-Today-1970_900.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="02-phil-kirkland--illus" height="654" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/ynIvgBCJhxBbjzpaCbpcqyfzelleurGyqttHxBfBFrDxlGzafszCDiyeIAwo/02-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Psychology-Today-1970_900.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> <div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/qrwdHCtjBtybEbeHheDtJCiFBvexoBtHwaDgrcnzmorvuykdasvICsqrydtg/05-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Psychology-Today-1970_900.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="05-phil-kirkland--illus" height="662" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/qrwdHCtjBtybEbeHheDtJCiFBvexoBtHwaDgrcnzmorvuykdasvICsqrydtg/05-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Psychology-Today-1970_900.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </span></strong></p></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-72903385469840113252011-09-22T22:43:00.001-05:002011-09-22T22:43:52.928-05:00For Your Health...<div class='posterous_autopost'><p><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><span style="line-height: 16px;">"If government can legislate against drugs, may it some day <span style="font-style: italic;">require</span> people to take them?"</span></strong></span></p> <p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">Science. I always found Science class (Biology, Psychology, Astronomy...) to be the most fascinating pieces of my college-prep curiculum. Being an ever-changing subject of mastery and elusiveness, the ongoing paramount-reach for pinnacle after pinnacle, through the perpetually-revealed results of the most hardcore examples of experimentation and observation, it has just grabbed and held my attention since first grade.</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">The caption above describes the ideas illuminated in the first image below. The vivid photo elucidates the fusion of an artistic expression of science and psychadelia. The picture made its debut in an edition of Life and Health that came our in 1972; A place that housed a lot of surreal, chromatic images by the</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 16px;"> </span>illustrator, Phil Kirkland. Kirkland is most known for a slew of surreal, outstanding illstrations that shone their psychadelic lights in various science magazines and textbooks mostly based on health and psychology. Yes, I too am wondering why my school did not stock any such publications that gladly integrated such beautiful, evocative imagery. In addition to magazines and textbooks Kirkland also did illustrations for a few science-fiction magazines...naturally.</span></p> <p>For more seventh-period Psych-Sci with Mr Kirkland you can enter <a href="http://50watts.com/#1104784/An-artist-s-interpretation-of-a-teenager-s-head-exploding-in-science" title="here">here</a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> and 'open' up various textbooks. (((Bell Ringing)))</span></p> <p><strong><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/vxvvqoshjIthGejopelfIygoJEcswiHEDsCrtHlDbAHIEdfJtAflfehpnehB/01-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Life-and-Health-1972_900.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="01-phil-kirkland--illus" height="630" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/vxvvqoshjIthGejopelfIygoJEcswiHEDsCrtHlDbAHIEdfJtAflfehpnehB/01-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Life-and-Health-1972_900.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> <div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/ynIvgBCJhxBbjzpaCbpcqyfzelleurGyqttHxBfBFrDxlGzafszCDiyeIAwo/02-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Psychology-Today-1970_900.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="02-phil-kirkland--illus" height="654" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/ynIvgBCJhxBbjzpaCbpcqyfzelleurGyqttHxBfBFrDxlGzafszCDiyeIAwo/02-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Psychology-Today-1970_900.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> <div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/qrwdHCtjBtybEbeHheDtJCiFBvexoBtHwaDgrcnzmorvuykdasvICsqrydtg/05-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Psychology-Today-1970_900.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"><img alt="05-phil-kirkland--illus" height="662" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-22/qrwdHCtjBtybEbeHheDtJCiFBvexoBtHwaDgrcnzmorvuykdasvICsqrydtg/05-Phil-Kirkland--illus.-for-Psychology-Today-1970_900.jpg.scaled500.jpg" width="500" /></a> </div> </span></strong></p></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-79534274767932496522011-08-17T16:10:00.001-05:002011-08-17T16:10:21.902-05:00Frances Bean Will Have Her Revenge On...<div class='posterous_autopost'><div>Visually inhaling these inky, tar-washed portraits of Frances Bean Cobain, rolled tightly with photos of her father, Kurt's, memorabilia: Christian relics, prized totems, hilarious gewgaw, are like taking a long, deep drag off of the cigarette that coyly pacifies her sultry, reminiscently-iconic lips. Lips that secure the butt end dampened by saliva containing a DNA cocktail of two of Rock's most notoriously intoxicating//intoxicated connubial characters: Courtney and Kurt. Addicted lips that blow the same brand of kiss and that her mother, Courtney, used to use (pre-botox) to spew lyrics that fueled and decorated her wild and turbulent career. That, too, almost romanticized addiction. Pillows of flesh that capture your stare before releasing you upwards towards beautiful, annular, cobalt marbles that some of us were introduced to when they first were presented to us behind straggly strands of blonde hair that decorated a now iconic man in the early nineties. Childlike eyes that seem to speak volumes - both now and then. While the emulsion on these is practically still wet, the images seem familiar. As if someone found a box of images under a pile of plaid shirts, baby doll dresses and guitars. The revealing of her seemingly newly baptized-by-womanhood face that you almost know gives life to a sonorous sound, over and under pursing, breathing life into arts and crafts created from those tattooed hands that due to straight genetics alone must hold talent. That genetically superior face staring through you behind a billowy vail of biological ghosts. The framing few inches of bleach-white paper burn sensuously against the swirling of sewn-up and chemical ebony, ivory celebrity skin and pretty doll parts.</div> <p /><div>From the origin of these photos, to what the google gods will bless you with, Frances Bean does not appear to be choking on the ashes of enemies resulting in the after-math of her parent's numerous battles. At least not on the outside. But we all know scars run deep. The scrolls of wisdom etched fathomless on outstretched arms, stained like coal if nothing else speak of someone who has experienced life far beyond her years.</div> <p />For another hit:::: <a href="http://www.hedislimane.com/diary/">http://www.hedislimane.com/diary/</a><br /><div><br /><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/Navydblr3nvIFkaiijKCVjWZOzMRq7HyHZldnQDAS5ifGziUQfm9Qsd6jSIE/0-francis.jpg"><img alt="0-francis" height="375" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/Z75ivsMXm4qeLu5oDsoRKy2xfJim00w2EsPZNFvJ1QN8Cr6ikjNFjGSwsTxm/0-francis.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/2BlBhieijUXgk9HGs3gytQOlyQqSYHXW2hY8XazC1xGeQ6SlL77SkHvm9kmo/Frances_03_067.jpg"><img alt="Frances_03_067" height="374" 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<div class='p_see_full_gallery'><a href="http://filthandfeatherbonesatsea.posterous.com/frances-bean-will-have-her-revenge-on">See the full gallery on Posterous</a></div> </div> </p></div></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-64958330739069774222011-08-12T13:11:00.001-05:002011-08-12T13:11:30.365-05:00Living In A Lonely World<div class='posterous_autopost'>These 'portraits' of a girl melancholically dreaming of all the things she thinks she is, or thinks she could be, are executed quite stunningly.<div>You could wrap yourself in the sadness and loneliness cascading from her eyes...especially the last one, with them closed.</div> <div><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/WdO6RFA8xkI4U4HwbvNZUWYw20HHi87ioEbLrEBVkrMBEcsVZtTFh8j26UlX/roy1.jpg"><img alt="Roy1" height="316" 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href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/tcYQZXIiNwbsLKVbwwX5pqceIIxdCvtDxXldLd7gtRhZQEAq7MtFZa2lvPxk/roy4.jpg"><img alt="Roy4" height="316" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/gSuFda9Sp9TvjilF2exmpcF02pMmj9Ju7ecxck19WaaHDeQIDrsAugUReEXG/roy4.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <div class='p_see_full_gallery'><a href="http://filthandfeatherbonesatsea.posterous.com/living-in-a-lonely-world">See the full gallery on Posterous</a></div> </div> </p></div></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-43413508950790778312011-08-11T18:49:00.001-05:002011-08-11T18:49:33.136-05:00新交通ゆりかもめ<div class='posterous_autopost'>Appuru Pai took these gorgeous long-exposure shots of the Yurikamome in Japan, an automated railway named after the black-headed seagulls that are the official prefectural bird and often-spotted occupants of the Tokyo Bay. They make me feel like one of said birds. Like I am simultaneously moving meteorically and lithely through passages of time. <br /><p /><p /><div><p /><div><br /><p><div class='p_embed p_image_embed'> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/Zp3Nktr1HprbDQQnSeZOn4aQP8GqVDVMZQIqyN9VYODXN2ZsY2A5HyHBuTnj/AppuruPai_1.jpg"><img alt="Appurupai_1" height="331" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/UBGERG0zuWWdsFpeSkyrWYYYBSv5gISvv4sL0XNPWXGLkewx8eCOQHKiYD4E/AppuruPai_1.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/JCmgRVPEPw3dYsNBIpEmYjojzr9VXnT4lkUBXVkZNhqEVgjwTAcw2TbmUaFy/AppuruPai_3.jpg"><img alt="Appurupai_3" height="334" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/frN8S92pvWGHKjnDRIwi7pxbZmHUjLGof5pjuFsOoQSpkbiCnBPHMSDTqnzM/AppuruPai_3.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/ZUfsioRBp4Z4DUlvliR9cWgCU93HfKinEdSu0DQ8ySj2JLp5EuBirakX1pcP/tokyo_05.jpg"><img alt="Tokyo_05" height="333" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/mwaG3m8W325T9Pqfkdpb5ult7ilOhk1EGlRAXzjmqJ17DSqLfQ3K1hpNuLSw/tokyo_05.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" width="500" /></a> <div class='p_see_full_gallery'><a href="http://filthandfeatherbonesatsea.posterous.com/65112483">See the full gallery on Posterous</a></div> </div> </p></div></div></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-66017022690647150052011-07-21T20:18:00.001-05:002011-07-21T20:18:37.404-05:00MUTA<div class='posterous_autopost'><div>I am having a digital love affair with Miu Miu's fall collection as presented in their exquisite short film Muta. </div><p /><div>Muta is the second film in Miu Miu's "Woman's Tales" series.It was directed by <span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">Argentinean visual artist Lucrecia Martel. The film's elucidation comes from the title word 'muta' which means both "mute" and "transformation" --two powerful definitions that perfectly describe the powers that lie within the seams of a garment from the avant-guard, seductive and sophisticated fashion house that is Miu Miu. The film is dressed in symbolism, particularly in relation to the powers of femininity and its ability to transmit and transmute; Accessorized by the love affair between women and Miu Miu. The film is provocative and exhibits the transformative powers of both the inner and outer relationships is stunning. </span></div> <p /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26684981?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/26684981">Miu Miu FW2011 Film "MUTA" by Lucrecia Martel</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/gabymt">gabriel</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-62547938702900500432011-07-11T21:19:00.001-05:002011-07-11T21:19:32.626-05:00Divas of Joy Division<div class='posterous_autopost'>....:She's Lost Control. Bang. Bang ::: <br />The Diva, Sinatra vs The Division, Joy<br /> <iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26095026?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/26095026">Nancy Joy</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user7612966">J. Sprig</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><br />I found this brilliant mash-up of Joy Division and Nancy Sinatra about a week back on a friend's social networking page. It's so simply sexy. The song comes from a recent experiment that takes Joy Division instrumentals and accompanies them with vocals from contemporary-pop, female artists. The title of the release is: The Divas of Joy Division. The scientist: Oki. It's my new favourite. ex oh. ex oh.</div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8214972343229543313.post-16554988633854421782011-06-23T23:34:00.001-05:002011-06-23T23:34:20.747-05:00Diamond Eyes, Bubble Girls<div class='posterous_autopost'><div class='p_embed p_video_embed'> <a href="http://filthandfeatherbonesatsea.posterous.com/diamond-eyes-bubble-girls"><img alt="" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/video.posterous.com/filthandfeatherbonesatsea/qWnjciBDElAEK90mE3A4IIdjeN9cqosqUIeomrtBdsW9gwVEtGTurZBlhrX6/frame_0000.png" /></a> <div class='p_embed_description'> <strong>ABJC_shroombubbles.m4v</strong> <a href="http://filthandfeatherbonesatsea.posterous.com/diamond-eyes-bubble-girls">Watch on Posterous</a> </div> </div> <p>St. Petersburg, Florida, the Deftones and, of course, my tour family - the Dillinger Escape Plan (esp L.P.W.) - thank you for the memories this Spring. The ingestion and metabolization of the last 9 weeks has been one nutritious, deliciously fun, educational, inspirational, euphoric, satisfying experience. There were waves of cherries added in splendor to the top of almost every night. I wish I could have seconds.</p><p /><div>Til we all meet again I can swoon over the soapy memory of one of our best days off where we had a tour tea party, sun-bathed by the ocean, surfed sound waves, watched dolphins and pelicans play, drank frosty, fruit-filled beverages by the pool and delighted in moments shared with members of both touring parties all while filling in the gaps with a couple of swirling shows of bubbles, courtesy of myself and Amber.<br /> <p /></div></div>Lady Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15886574862663306189noreply@blogger.com