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AlisonAlison Feldmann loves custard pie, doll heads and nonfiction. You can find her in the serial killer section of the library or knee deep in antlers at the local flea market.

Deep Thoughts

Posted by – July 29, 2010

God, I love Woody Allen. His New York is but one of the versions that I fell in love with, and every time I visit the Upper West Side in fall, I just breathe it in and have infinite flashbacks: the sidewalks, the storefronts, the park, and most of all, the aging bohemian crowd that still lives there (amidst all the younger people, but, you know). I love it.

This memorable scene from Hannah and Her Sisters is the sort of realization that really resonates with me. If there’s one thing I do too much of, it’s worrying needlessly, and I’m always trying to stop. Here’s Woody Allen on the enjoying life, inspired by the Marx Brothers, after attempting to kill himself and failing:

“Look at all the people up there on the screen, they’re real funny, and what if the worst is true — what if there’s no god, and you only go around once and that’s it? Well, you know, don’t you wanna be part of the experience? You know, what the hell, it’s not all a drag. And I’m thinking to myself, geez, I should stop ruining my life searching for answers I’m never going to get and and just enjoy it while it lasts. And, you know, after, who knows? I mean, maybe there is something — nobody really knows. I know ‘maybe’ is a very slim read to hang your whole life on, but that’s the best we have. And then I started to sit back, and I actually began to enjoy myself.”

Here’s to enjoying ourselves, friends! Live for the day.

Carrie Bilbo

Posted by – July 28, 2010

Carrie Bilbo’s lumpy, organic inflected jewelry has me like a moth at the screen door. The wing-shaped golden pendants are my favorite by far. Dream a little dream, Alison…

Death of a Redwood

Posted by – July 28, 2010

Seeing a fallen Sequoia is such a saddening thing. The scale of that tree alone against the endless crowd of munchkins and horses sitting atop it — my god. I can only imagine how many hundreds, if not thousands, of years old that giant was. A tragedy. I hope the pioneers enjoyed that giant pencil.

Antique Kodak No.2 Photos

Posted by – July 27, 2010

As Audrey Horne would say, “Isn’t it too dreamy?”

These Kodak No.2s from the 1890s are pure bliss, as is every artifact in Diabolus’s Etsy shop. However, I’m on a self-imposed shopping strike until further notice (too much pottery on the mantle — and no, that’s not a euphemism, sadly), so I’ll just continue to post all of my material lusts here so I don’t have to actually buy them. It’s a flawed plan, but it usually works.

More background on the Kodak No.2 (not a Brownie):

The No.2 Kodak was the third camera produced by the Eastman Dry Plate and Film Company, known as Eastman Kodak today. The No.2 Kodak was introduced in 1889.

Kodak No.2

Both the Original Kodak and the No.1 Kodak took 2 1/2 inch diameter circular photographs. The No.2 Kodak was physically larger and produced a 3 1/2 inch image. Collectors call these three models string-set Kodaks. String-set refers to the way the camera shutter is armed: a string that is connected to the shutter mechanism protrudes from the camera top. To arm the shutter, it is necessary to pull this string.

Due to the ability of the No. 2 Kodak to accept very large film rolls, Kodak recommended this model to the traveling photographer over other available roll-film cameras requiring more frequent reloading. An advantage of models producing round pictures was that the photographer did not need to worry about holding the camera level!

Bravo

Posted by – July 27, 2010

These nails rule. Hard.

[Via Viva Vena Cava]

Diableries, Medical Oddities, and Ghosts in Victorian 3D

Posted by – July 26, 2010


I wish I could go to the 3D Victoriana event at Observatory this Friday, but I’m going to see Spiritualized perform Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space at Radio City Music Hall (good lawd do I love Radio City!).

Filmmaker and collector Ronni Thomas will lecture on the history of macabre 3D spectacles of the Victorian age, especially the infamous Diableries series–masterfully designed 3D stereo ’tissues’ created in france in the 19th century, backlit and featuring ornate scenes depicting the daily life of Satan in Hell (seen above).Tongue in cheek and often controversial, these macabre spectacles give us a very interesting look at the 19th century’s lighthearted obsession with death and the macabre, serving as a wonderful demonstration of the Victorian fascination with themes such as the afterlife, heaven, hell and death.

Anyone who goes should definitely report back — I want to hear all about the double exposure ghosts! Find more details at Observatory.

Unlikely Beauties

Posted by – July 26, 2010

I come across many a carte viste and wrinkled photograph in my antique store and internet trawlings, and I am so much more interested in the portraits of the unlikely beauties: not the pouty lipped, perfectly bouffanted socialite of 1880, but her wan complected, wonky-nosed, slightly “off” counterpart. These are the women whose stories I want to know. It scares me a little to know that photos of me (and everyone else who feels mild trepidation when having their photo taken) might float through the antique and vintage “pass around” system one hundred years from now, but seeing these imperfect, oh-so-endearing women makes me feel confident in my future.

[Etsy vintage sellers, from top: johnnyvintage // obscurio // ohmymilky // obscurio // NostalgiqueArt // InspirationSnapshots // DrawingRoom]

Life Mask of Linwood P. Law

Posted by – July 26, 2010

Holy realism! This spectacular life mask, eyelashes and all, was created by folk artist Linwood P. Law (seriously, going in my future cat name file) of Buffalo, New York in 1935. Apparently little is known about the man behind the mask, but he did leave behind a very coveted body of sculpture. Learn more at Anonymous Works.

Oh, Duckie.

Posted by – July 23, 2010

This is how I imagined my high school life playing out, circa age 15 — boys in scuffed white loafers serenading me with Otis, working in a record store, having a cool older friend (LOVE Annie Potts!). I don’t know how many thrift store finds I ripped apart in the hopes of coming up with some Andie-esque creation, but my sewing skills are a bit lacking. (And her prom dress was pretty heinous, I must admit.)

But seriously, why would anyone choose a Blaine over a Duckie? Any dude that loves Otis that much is a gem.

Anzfer Farms

Posted by – July 21, 2010

I’m entranced by Anzfer Farms’ fragment lamps, composed of antique style bulbs and clumps of salvaged wood from the San Francisco shoreline. When I found out they were also on Etsy…well, you can’t even hold me back. Must.have.

[Via Oh Joy!]

Edward S. Curtis

Posted by – July 20, 2010

American photo historian Edward S. Curtis may have single-handedly documented vanishing Native American ttribes of the early twentieth century. Aren’t these portraits just ridiculous? The costumes, the hairstyles, and deep, knowing stares are haunting. However, these are more than documents of a lost generation. The history of how these photos came to be is pretty incredible, too:

Edward S. Curtis

In 1906 J.P. Morgan offered Curtis $75,000 to produce a series on the North American Indian. It was to be in 20 volumes with 1,500 photographs. Morgan was to receive 25 sets and 500 original prints as his method of repayment. 222 complete sets were eventually published. Curtis’ goal was not just to photograph, but to document, as much American Indian (Native American) traditional life as possible before that way of life disappeared. He wrote in the introduction to his first volume in 1907: “The information that is to be gathered … respecting the mode of life of one of the great races of mankind, must be collected at once or the opportunity will be lost.” Curtis made over 10,000 wax cylinder recordings of Indian language and music. He took over 40,000 photographic images from over 80 tribes. He recorded tribal lore and history, and he described traditional foods, housing, garments, recreation, ceremonies, and funeral customs. He wrote biographical sketches of tribal leaders, and his material, in most cases, is the only recorded history.

What an incredible opportunity to document a culture in decline. Frankly, I’m shocked that J.P. Morgan was behind this project, or even realized that Native American life was quickly disappearing.

Enh!

Posted by – July 20, 2010

Antique kittens! Trying so hard to resist buying this adorable postcard. Ack ack ack ack!

The inside of my head goes a little something like this:

….But they’re so adorable.

….But $20 is way too much to pay for a postcard.

….But look at them!

….And it’s a tinted postcard! That’s special, right? Huh? Special? It’s special!

….But what about money for vacation?

….But one has really cool eyes! And look at how they’re “ripping through” the background, like football players at a game!

….Cute football players, not the ones you went to high school with. That’s even better.

….You’re being a spaz. Just buy it.

….You are such a cat lady (not that there’s anything wrong with that…).

……………………………………..

I’ll keep you updated on the saga. Much wringing of hands will ensue, I’m sure.

Pottery Addiction

Posted by – July 19, 2010

I’ve been on a bit of a pottery rampage lately. I bought more vintage pieces of pottery than I can conceivably display, and I just want more! My obsession was inspired by Valeria of Hindsvik’s gorgeous vintage West German pottery collection. Now I want studio pottery, odd edges and craggy, lava-textured pottery all over my apartment.

[From top left: BlogBlogLogHindsvik / TheVintageCabinwestbournegrove / TheVintageCabin / judygovintage]

Amazing Reliquary Bust

Posted by – July 18, 2010

I had no idea that reliquaries could be this fully-formed! I’m familiar with a fingertip here, a stone heart there, but this is like a fossilized queen. This Belgian bust is circa the 17th Century and housed at the Stedelijk Museum.

[Via Morbid Anatomy]

Dear Diary

Posted by – July 18, 2010

I spent many a harried, tweaking night at the University of Iowa Library in my college days. Though I love libraries with all my being, I never truly appreciated the U of I stacks and reading rooms — probably because I was always too freaked out about making a deadline or studying for an exam while I was there. However, the brilliant Kelly of Nothing is New (one of my favorite blogs) turned me on to the Iowa Digital Library in the course of her Archive Road Trip, whereupon she trawls the nation’s digital archives, state by state.

After poking around the Digital Library — of which there is an abundance of cool stuff, and I’ll be posting much more! — I came across (and was blown away by) their collection of historic Iowa children’s diaries. These tomes originated with early settler children — teenagers, actually — of the 1850s through the early 20th century. The best part is that some have been transcribed and biographies of the kids are provided. I kind of fell in love with the pages of the last diary shown above, mostly because of the doodles, kept by 14 year old Linnie Hagerman (1852-1934), of Keokuk, Iowa. (Check out that handwriting! Gorgeously messy.) Born in Missouri in 1852, Linnie moved with her family to Keokuk at age 10, and remained there for the rest of her life. She began drawing by doodling in her diary, and later became an artist, creating many oil paintings during the 1880s.

More…

Pyrite Ring

Posted by – July 17, 2010

Sweet baby J, this ring is magic. Can you believe that it’s fool’s gold and not a contemporary design?  In fact, it’s from the early 20th century…and sold. Erie Basin, how you tempt me!

Photo Love

Posted by – July 16, 2010

I’ve been busy as all get out this week, so I haven’t been able to post nearly as much as I’d like. This weekend is my bloggin’ time! For more photo indulgences, check out my Tumblr.

Young Crush: George Michael

Posted by – July 14, 2010

Dude. I was desperately into George Michael as a wee child. I had a full-body poster of him hanging above my waterbed when I was, oh, seven? Picture a little me in stonewashed jeans, clutching my Snoopy on a Carebears quilt with a giant poster of G.M. in sunglasses glowering above me. (I have a picture of this somewhere.)

“Everything She Wants” is a more recent obsession, as well as kind of depressing. For example, this wailed line really makes my anxiety broil up: “And then you tell me that you’re having my baby / I’ll tell you that I’m happy if you want me to / But one step further and my back will break / If my best is never good enough than how can it be good enough for two?”. In addition to all of the lamentation about how much this woman wants, the groany chorus really worms the song into your brain. Enjoy!

P.S. The fact that this is Wham! and there’s another guy is totally lost on me. Who cares about that dude? It’s all about G.M.

Kitchen Thoughts

Posted by – July 13, 2010

Kitchen Musings

After what seemed like an endless heat wave and constant air conditioner use, the grossness finally broke last weekend. As it wasn’t too horribly stifling and we had nothing in particular planned, we decided to paint our kitchen — or as we referred to it, “Let’s just get this freaking over with.”

The kitchen was the last room in our apartment that required a fresh coat and we chose Benjamin Moore Pearl Gray. We repainted the trim a brighter white and covered a depressing maroon on the crumbling fireplace with many coats as well. The exciting part is that, now that we’ve finished painting, we can finally decorate — and you know how much I enjoy that! Our kitchen isn’t really anything to write home about, but I’m determined to make it the best it can be. I’ve got a wish list going on Polyvore: stoneware dishes, vintage school chairs, hanging planters, baskets galore and a giant botanical poster. (And who can forget a giant, homey chandelier?)

More kitchen photos, me in a house dress and some kitties for good measure. Ignore the cat food and ugly garbage can.

More to come as we put up curtains, build a pantry and install a butcher block!

Skullz

Posted by – July 13, 2010


Skull Mosaic from Pompeii

Skull Mosaic from Pompeii[1] (House cum workshop I, 5, 2, triclinium).30 B.C. — 14 A.D. Inv. 109982. Mosaic Collection Naples of the Naples, National Archaeological Museum (inv. nr. 109982).

The mosaic represents the Wheel of Fortune and reversal of fortune. When turned it can make the rich (symbolized by the purple cloth on the left) poor and the poor (symbolized by the goat right) rich. It also marks precariousness, death lurks in every age, and life is hanging by a thread: if it breaks, it flies from the soul (symbolized by the butterfly), making all equal.

[Via upload.wikimedia.org and Morbid Anatomy]