I've been listening to 'Low Life' by Steve Aoki and featuring Uffie.
It is awesome but does make me wonder whether it's fair that so much talent/ beauty should exist in one family - Steve's sister is the impossibly pretty Devon who, I swear to God, has not aged a day in the decade since I first laid eyes on her:
Polly van der Glas' jewelery is a sight to behold:
That's human teeth, people! Her website specifies that the teeth are donated (yay) and sterilised (phew). Am I a massive wimp for admitting the knuckle dusters are still a little too freaktastic for me? I think the lariat necklace (on her website) might be a better way for me to ease myself in to the world of human body-part accessories. I do think van der Glas has succeeded in turning a potentially icky concept into some exceedingly beautiful pieces of jewelery.
If I could have one piece of hers, it would be the oxidised cast human hair plait earring:
Stunning. But how about a Sydney stockist, muthaflippa?!
In her novel The Pursuit of Love Nancy Mitford wrote: '...click goes the camera and on goes life; the minutes the days, the years, the decades, taking them further and further from that happiness and promise of youth... I often think there is nothing quite so poignantly sad as old family groups.'
The following photos are sad for rather more obvious reasons. They are totally macabre but I'm slightly obsessed. The first shows the four Romanov grand duchesses, Olga, Tatiana, Maria and Anastasia, daughters of Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, who were all murdered in 1918 during the Russian Revolution.
There is something so strange about how the girls are posing for what seems to be a formal photograph, not to mention the wholly un-sweet black background. They look wise beyond their years, no?
The second photo, I'm pretty sure, is of Olga and Tatiana.
It strikes me that this could easily be from a photoshoot in Russh magazine. Again, the girls seem oddly worldly.
After their father abdicated, the family spent months held under house arrest by revolutionaries. During this time they began sewing the multitude of jewels in their possession into the lining of their clothes, in the hope of smuggling them out when the time came. On the night of the childrens' murders the jewels, still woven into their garments, deflected some of the bullets shot by their executioners.
Perhaps this is in poor taste (I don't mean it to be) but the story makes me think of this Romance Was Born jeweled t-shirt:
I've been thinking about Lili Damita after reading the sad news that remains thought to be those of her son, war photographer Sean Flynn, have been found in Cambodia. He went missing almost 40 years ago exactly and she died without knowing what had happened to him. Sean's father was the Australian actor and all-round babe, Errol Flynn. Anyway, here is a photo of a young and beautiful Lili.
And I guess if you've got nothing else, fans are a pretty sex way to (sort of) cover up.
On a cool-scale of one to ten, 1 being jeans worn with jogging shoes, 10 being an East Asian man with long hair and 5 being Betty Crocker's Milk Chocolate Chunk Cookie Mix, Horacio Salinas' photography is a solid 8.
Elizabeth Taylor was always my favourite Screen Goddess and I love that she is on twitter now, spreading the kooky love.
Also I'm pretty into Egyptian revival styling so this photo is all kinds of good to me right now. I read somewhere once that Art Deco was influenced by Ancient Egyptian art and the discovery of King Tutankhamen's tomb. I can't remember where I read that or if it is true, and I can't be bothered to look it up, and even if I could be bothered I would only be looking on wiki, which is hardly a reliable source, so... I've lost my train of thought.
I want to buy these shorts because I know that even if I went out and was having the worst night ever, I could look down at these babies and just laugh. And you would ask me if I was ok and I would say 'yes' and I wouldn't be lying.
For some reason I was recently thinking about the 'tick tock' of heels hitting pavement. I tried to find a screen grab from Michael Antonioni's The Girlfriends, which has some amazing stiletto-on-cobblestone action. No luck. But the search did make me remember Cat People:
Great movie, with some excellent tick-tocking. And cat people: