Beer evening dress ca. 1919
From the Kyoto Costume Institute
“Finally! A dress both of you can love!”
pattern c. 1940s
Why is he shaving in the middle of the room?
Why does that razor need such a long cord?
Is he thinking or listening?So many questions.
“Pop’s taking me to Cornell Laundry to buy me my first Sheik. Jiminy! I hope I don’t come home with a Spotliter by mistake!” - Person For Whom Those Things Once Held Meaning But I Googled And Nothing Comes Up For Either
(via oldshowbiz)
“… and I will fill you with slop and all the little piggies can subsist off you!”
(Source: unforgettable-britney)
What do you think the Venn diagram of people who say “threw up in my mouth a little bit” and “sweet baby Jesus” looks like? Just a circle?
Don’t forget “I just spit _____ all over my monitor!”
I for real saw a lady LOL in some comments at the [egregiously over-hyphenated] word “fuck-tard” the other day, because it was new to her.
WE ARE TRYING TO LIVE IN A SOCIETY HERE, PEOPLE.
COME ON.
I only listen to vegan music.
I think even the produce is embarrassed by this photo.
(Source: evenmorerandomness)
I turn 43 this June, FWIW.
Does that make this creepy, sad… or wallet-stuffingly monetizeable?
Happy Valentine’s Day errybody*!
*The box in this picture does not belong to yours truly… I discovered it at a bus stop as I walked home last night. I grabbed it because of the awesomely hilarious photo tableau I knew it would make when paired with the roses I got to take home from the fancy Hendrick’s Gin party I was at last night. (I haven’t even mentioned the unforgettable dinner I had before that. E.GAD.)
And now I’m sipping classic Colonial punch, including a Stone Fence (so named because you’ll feel like you hit one after a few drinks) and a Pineapple Syllabub that were part of the cocktail seminar I just attended. Biding my time because there’s yet another party later… called - appropriately for today - the “Bitter Bash”, sponsored by Campari.
Tales of the Cocktail has completely cured my distaste for Valentine’s Day.
Oh Anthony Williams, you are a delight.
Welp, this is pretty amazing… especially the sign for Santa on the bottom right. (via my girl Rachey on instagram)
ESP Orgy by J. X. Williams. Cover art by Robert Bonfils.
“Number one stud at a psych-out freak-out.”
What does that even mean?
I don’t know, but it sure sounds like a good time!
