What if movies we know today were made in the past?

I love coming across something like this early on a Friday. It just makes me happy. I would like to dedicate this particular post to someone who loves film, is a fantastic make-up artist, a creative soul and a gosh darn good friend..Young Hwa, this one's for you. Happy Birthday!

What if

Peter Stults

From: Peter Stults’s 2011 series “What If”…

Ruth.

Her name was Ruth. And she was ruthless. No Bible character, or hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold here. She was the type of gal that makes men howl and women cower. She is as common as a cold, but dresses better. And in a battle of wits, finances and time, it seemed as if Ruth may have had me beat. Far worse then good old Calvin, my cavity, Ruth turned out to be the root canal that may or may not undo me. To here and no further was the verdict. Ruth had to go. Her painful days were numbered! Hers and her ugly army of Calvins. 

Employing the services of the best in the business, Dr. Read, (that's Read not Reed) took it upon himself to take ol' Ruthy to the mattresses. It was quite a scene. There were drugs, pain, more drugs, drills, cement, talks of further pain, more cement, and a follow up appointment for next week. Ruth it seemed, would be a threat no more. For now...

But it has left me a bit swollen in the old face and hasn't done much for my quite dark hair. Which is a bummer. Not my best look, I know, but nothing beats the Post-Op Blues, then spending hours on the internet looking at things. As looking at things cheers me up, I am now going to post some of these things, which really is a collection of old Mystery Novel covers of the most ridiculous, humorous and silly kind. 

Let's start with this beauty: "The Power of Marital Love". A complete guide to sexual fulfillment in marriage. Gosh what do they know that we don't. Also first Publication...anywhere.

I don't know what I like more, the space bikini or the hordes of men with antennae. Very frightening. I also wonder very much, what the code of space is?

Hello Dominatrix! 

Don't love you..okay. No need to point a gun at me. I won't. I've never heard anyone being described as "killable" though. 

Now this is the cover for a collection of Poems!

Boy, we all killed her and display some flu like symptoms about it..oh wait, that's a cigarette, not a thermometer.

 Those guys on the cover seriously don't stand a chance to the yellow lady with the water pistol. She must have hit them real hard in the gut. Either that or they are suffering from severe food poisoning, but I have nothing to back up that idea except my suspicion that this broad is no cook. 

Wow. I don't know who Wendy is but she has some perky chested clientele that clearly like a woman's touch?

A sinister murder committed by the embodiment of the most harmful drug on this planet earth..WEED! Yes, we get that the word Marihuana is a cleverly disguised term for that pesky KILLER of ladies. It even turns your face green if you smoke it..a real tell-tale sign that someone is up to no good.

This is so my saturday night.

A home is a home is a home..

Being back in the Mother country has been..eh..an adjustment. How could it not? 8 years abroad and you feel pretty loopy when you have to adjust to the politics, the language, the styles, the lack of jobs. It's easy to complain, but I don't feel like that would be conducive to the situation. Instead to cheer up, I am posting a link to a fantastic little collection of pictures found of these AMAZING nests in the Kalahari made by the weaver birds in the area. The series..

 Assimilation

by Dillon Marsh

A Trifle of sorts..back to Black?

I want to call the process of going from a bleached blonde back to a brunette the trifle effect. One does not always realize the extent of damage done to one's delightful locks, until a vicious beanpole of a man with a fannypack equipped with razors and combs, breaks it to you.

 Naturally as you are in the house of shame, at this stage, you whimperingly listen to your fate and you agree to the process. Being naturally a nice chestnutty brown, you think "Oh, this shouldn't be too hard."Ah how the gods of hair laugh. First a shocking undertone of colour was applied, leaving me with a vibrant Scarlet Johansen Avengers kind of look. Not my colour, but pretty cool. 

Then came the intense hour on the brown, which came out dark..as dark as my mood, whilst said beanpole and comrades applaud their masterpiece. I felt like Elsa Lancaster as the Bride. Who the hell did these chumps think they were making me look like a bit of charred charcoal? Oh the humanity!

 So on the second day, instead of hiding my head of black in shame, I decide to embrace the matter and cheer up. (I will however like to point out that the maid gasped in horror when she saw me and may or may not have crossed herself - a true vote of confidence) Black is back. It has never left us, and I am assured that eventually the black will wash out to brown and that all I need is a month of deep hair conditioning. So to celebrate and not berate, I would like to pay homage to another lady with black hair  and feast my eyes, and yours on the IT girl of the 1920's, Miss Louise Brooke. An actress, dancer and the writer of "Lulu in Hollywood", this lady was sassy and intelligent. She clearly knew how to wear a style all her own... 

Ah Louise! So stylish, so many feathers! A bit of blonde get into the old hair colour? Well no-one noticed, I assure you.

Saying true things like..

"Every actor has a natural animosity toward every other actor, present or absent, living or dead. "-Louise Brooke

AHAH! Cover thy head with a hat. And shoot anyone who says anything about it.

"Most beautiful dumb girls think they are smart and get away with it, because other people, on the whole, aren't much smarter." Louise Brooks

Yes, this is the look she is most famous for. Fantastic black bob and dark piercing eyes. Not for the faint of heart.

She also was a bit of a sassy lass, giving sound advice ladies...

“A well dressed woman, even though her purse is painfully empty, can conquer the world.” -Louise Brooks

and..a drinker..

What is not to like?

Louise Brooke circa 1920

Well maybe this photo.. a little. But its OK. Sometimes you don't have a choice about who or what you pose with. Check any one of my family reunion/wedding/funeral pics. I am not having a say with whom or what I pose, I assure you.

As DEATH..Louse Brooks, I may never have seen a film of yours, or laid eyes on your book, but if I ever come across it, I will make a fuss.

 "I have a gift for enraging people, but if I ever bore you it will be with a knife." Louise Brooks

Probably the most famous picture of her to date. Louse Brooks with a long string of white pearls. Sigh.

I never read "Lulu in Hollywood". In fact I've never heard of it. But I would, and I should make the effort. Perhaps I will strike it lucky here in Africa and find me a copy, but until then, I will leave you with a quote by Miss Brooks about the art of writing.

“For two extraordinary years I have been working on it - learning to write - but mostly learning how to tell the truth. At first it is quite impossible. You make yourself better than anybody, then worse than anybody, and when you finally come to see you are "like" everybody - that is the bitterest blow of all to the ego. But in the end it is only the truth, no matter how ugly or shameful, that is right, that fits together, that makes real people, and strangely enough - beauty...” 

bitches gotta eat: instagram > whiskered meat beard.

bitches gotta eat: instagram > whiskered meat beard.

"because sometimes you have to fuck the funny people. or the people who helped with your car note last month. or the awkward people who bought you a cheeseburger. NOT EVERYBODY CAN BE GORGEOUS. don't the marginally-attractive deserve a good bone-down every once in a while, too?!?!! damn, lady! maybe i'm just bitching because i met dude and he was chivalrous and asked me real questions about my stupid cat and how poorly my fantasy team did this season and then he paid for everything and i thought for that alone that young man deserved a firm, moderately-paced handjob at the very least. i should've just given him one under the table before the dessert course. poor fella."

i LOVE this blog! Sexy times is always fun, but the whole saga of meeting, mingling, meshing can be pretty blah..the older you get the truer this becomes. So yeah! Sometimes you have to fuck the funny people. 

Sexy glass sculptures of VIRUSSES!! Yes to this, yes!!

Mmmm..these are some of the sexy glass sculpture done by one Luke Jerram. An artist who with his science background and love of art created glass sculptures of the viruses. Not nice to have but nice to look at..ENJOY!

   Art meet Science!

Follow this link to the original article

Clearly adept at scientific work—as an undergraduate, the Brit was offered a spot on a university engineering program—Jerram chose to pursue art instead. “Scientists and artists start by asking similar questions about the natural world,” he told SEED magazine in a 2009 interview. “They just end up with completely different answers.”

E Coli by Luke Jerram

HIV by Luke Jerram

Malaria by Juke Jerram

To create a body of work he calls “Glass Microbiology,” Jerram has enlisted the help of virologist Andrew Davidson from the University of Bristol and the expertise of professional glassblowers Kim George, Brian George and Norman Veitch. Together, the cross-disciplinary team brings hazardous pathogens, such as the H1N1 virus or HIV, to light in translucent glass forms.

The artist  insists that his sculptures be colorless, in contrast to the images scientists sometimes disseminate that are enhanced with bright hues. “Viruses have no color as they are smaller than the wavelength of light,” says Jerram, in an email. “So the artworks are created as alternative representations of viruses to the artificially colored imagery we receive through the media.” Jerram and Davidson create sketches, which they then take to the glassblowers, to see whether the intricate structures of the diseases can be replicated in glass, at approximately one million times their original size.

Urban Camouflage..

Waves - Wilma Hurskainen