I eated the purple one
:::::: Praise for the author: "And it's stupid that you aren't making money from them if you give them to anyone because the only thieves would be them." - PT
:::::: Praise for the author: "And it's stupid that you aren't making money from them if you give them to anyone because the only thieves would be them." - PT
JFK, campaigning right off my current subway stop in 1960.
I showed this to my old roommate.
AC: look at him, in his open-top car
ML: I know
AC: like, WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?
On a run: way out.
On a run: way back.
Anatomy of a Sunday afternoon run.
The Isolator by Hugo Gernsback, via A Great Disorder. Today I posted a 1925 magazine cover sporting an illustration of The Isolator, but I had no idea photos existed!
Streaks of light lengthwise ‘cross the island break, west to east and nothing more. Rod strokes from the sun delivered not in anger, nor in hate, but with an infectious joy that signals the day is nearly done.
Brassaï, Untitled (woman with cat mask), silver print, 1930s (via)
