The Steamfitter (photographed by Lewis Hine) = SMOKIN’ ATTRACTIVE
Oh dear… I was just reading about the TOTALLY RAWR’N’ 20s in my textbook when BAM!! This handsome fella completely distracts me from reading about radios and modulation and what not. I mean LOOK AT DEM MUSCLEZZZ <3 All my friends confessed that the same thing happened to them (and this is QUITE extraordinary, as they usually just shake their heads at me for thinking historical people are attractive… WELL EXCUSE ME). Gawsh, WHO KNEW STEAMFITTERS WERE SOOOO ATTRACTIVE???
It doesn’t help that Lewis Hine uses such wonderful contrast and shading techniques in this photo.
This is so overwhelming AHHHH!
“Everything is going to be alright”, the last words of a great Kangaskhan to its young before it dies.
WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
If I understand things correctly, seeing its mother like this, the baby Kangaskhan has a feeding command triggered in its mind, sending it into a trance which causes it to mindlessly devour the flesh of its recently deceased parent, wandering off confused with the skull and a femur as a trophy that it doesn’t really understand the origins of, searching all over the countryside trying to find its mother.
And that’s where cubones come from!
Hey, I remember that time we all gathered round to discuss Mandibuzz’s jawbone skirt.
Salvador Dali. I loved him for his work before I knew anything about him and now that I know more about him as a person I find him absolutely darling and fantastic. The way he thought, he was suck a fucking free spirit and at least seemed to have absolute self confidence while he did fantastic things compared to the regular world. He also has the most engaging eyes and he always draws attention to them in his photos.
He was so damn self confident, how can that not be lovable. He was weird, he owned and anteater has one of the most iconic of facial hairs of ever and affected the art world and culture with everything he did.
I submitted this weeks ago! Their queue was long, I thought I missed my post.
I don’t know if you’ll post anything about this infamous woman, but Violette Morris was wildly awesome (save the part where she was involved with the Gestapo, but hey, that’s interesting too) back in her day.
She has to be one of the most awesome female figures that not that many people know about. Her story could be turned into the most epic movies ever. Like, think Inglorious Bastards with James Bond and a lot more racing/sports.
Violette Morris has a story that you couldn’t make up if you tried. Simply stated, it’s just unbelievable.
Born the niece of French General Gouraud, Violette, who lived openly as a lesbian, was a naturally gifted and strong athlete who excelled at sports. She was an accomplished boxer who regularly competed against and beat men. Morris also went on to become a cycling champion, later graduating to riding motorcyles and racing cars. She was so committed to auto racing that she actually had an elective double mastectomy (yes, she had her breasts removed!) so she’d be more comfortable behind the wheeled of the tight-fitting cyclecars she raced back in the 1920s. Wow.
During WWII when France was occupied by the Nazis in the 40s, Morris joined the Parisian Gestapo and worked with the notoriously brutal “rue Lauriston” interrogation squad. In 1944, while she was traveling with military colleagues by car from Normandy back to Paris, the French Resistance bombed Morris’ vehicle, killing her along with everyone else. She definitely lived life to the full and died with her boots on.
I’m not sure what else to say about her, but if you don’t mind sharing, she is my history crush.