Do yourself a favor and enjoy this beautiful video by Allison Schulnik. It’s a trembling ghost ballet!
I gotta say, claymation really warms my heart. The music really adds to the atmosphere. Just lovely.
Do yourself a favor and enjoy this beautiful video by Allison Schulnik. It’s a trembling ghost ballet!
I gotta say, claymation really warms my heart. The music really adds to the atmosphere. Just lovely.
Adorable much? Victorian anthropomorphic taxidermist Walter Potter was the master of cutesy, creepy scenes, which included “a rats’ den being raided by the local police rats; a village school featuring 48 little rabbits busy writing on tiny slates, while the Kittens’ Tea Party displayed feline etiquette and a game of croquet. A guinea pigs’ cricket match was in progress, and 20 kittens attended a wedding, wearing little morning suits or brocade dresses, with a feline vicar.” (And it’s important to mention that all the animals died naturally, so no need to be too sad about their preciousness.)
Though he died in 1918, Potter’s museum lived on until the mid-1960s, as shown in this short documentary. I wish it still existed! I’ve heard that the pieces were distributed to other museums and are now held in private collections. A girl can hope…!
[Via Morbid Anatomy]
I’d like to say that I’m posting these cemetery terrariums for Halloween…but who are we kidding here? You know how I be.
Find more amazing terrariums at A Garden to Treasure.
You may be surprised (or not?) to find out that I own a vintage alligator purse, but I had to post this one and share the love. Somebody buy it, please!
My mom gave me one like this for Christmas a few years back. Needless to say, she knows me well.
Isn’t this the most perfect little duck? The level of detail is ah-maay-zeeeng. Find this taxidermied beauty at The Vintage Cabin on Etsy.
Paint cans? Ice cream? Cylindrical planets?
Nope. They’re cremated human remains, and they’re cataloged in David Meisel’s book Library of Dust.
According to Geoff Manaugh’s introduction to the book,
“In 1913 an Oregon state psychiatric institution began to cremate the remains of its unclaimed patients. Their ashes were then stored inside individual copper canisters and moved into a small room, where they were stacked onto pine shelves.”
“After doing some research into the story, Maisel got in touch with the hospital administrators – the same hospital, it turns out, where they once filmed One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest – and he was granted access to the room in which the canisters were stored.
“Over time, however, the canisters have begun to react chemically with the human ashes held inside them; this has thus created mold-like mineral outgrowths on the exterior surfaces of these otherwise gleaming cylinders.
“In order to deal with the fragility of the objects, and to respect their funerary origins, Maisel set up a temporary photography studio inside the hospital itself. There, he began photographing the canisters one by one.
“He soon realized that they looked almost earthlike, terrestrial: green and blue coastal forms and island landscapes outlined against a black background. But it was all mineralogy: terrains of rare elements self-reacting in the dark.”
So crazy! And beautiful to boot. Read more about the project at BLDGBLOG.
I could say that I’m posting Lumiere’s ever-so-wonky but sweet dancing skeleton in honor of Halloween…but it’s really just because I love skeletons. (Early film at it’s best — 1895!)
What a terrible, saddening sight. These baby albatross, photographed by Chris Jordan, died from choking on the thoughtfully-retrieved plastic pieces fed to them by their parents. As you can see, the plastic wrappers, bags and lighters remain long after the baby birds have decomposed. According to Jordan,
“These photographs of albatross chicks were made in September, 2009, on Midway Atoll, a tiny stretch of sand and coral near the middle of the North Pacific. The nesting babies are fed bellies-full of plastic by their parents, who soar out over the vast polluted ocean collecting what looks to them like food to bring back to their young. On this diet of human trash, every year tens of thousands of albatross chicks die on Midway from starvation, toxicity, and choking.
“To document this phenomenon as faithfully as possible, not a single piece of plastic in any of these photographs was moved, placed, manipulated, arranged, or altered in any way. These images depict the actual stomach contents of baby birds in one of the world’s most remote marine sanctuaries, more than 2000 miles from the nearest continent.”
Harrowing stuff. Such a waste.
Mourning ring, be my love. The hair inside is referred to as “a collar.” Good stuff.
My idea of the ultimate score: a watercolor folk art rendition of Abe Lincoln on his deathbed. Wow. Now available on eBay.
[Via Anonymous Works]
Whether it’s a preserved spleen, mummified bog body or a taxidermied whale, I am fascinated by all things related to mortality and the body. As such, I’m pretty psyched to check out “Memento Mori: The Birth and Resurrection of Postmortem Photography” at the Merchant’s House Museum. This collection of 145 postmortem images and ephemera taken between the 1840s and the early 1900s highlights the Victorian obsession with portraiture after death, its religious significance and function as a final rite of passage. According to the New York Times TMagazine blog, curator Eva Ulz states that “People dealt with death differently in the 19th century. People looked forward to a reunion in heaven. Creating portraits was considered a precursor to that heavenly reunion. They shouldn’t be thought of as creepy.”
Even more compelling, the curator asked five contemporary photographers to provide their own interpretations of the postmortem photograph.“Memento Mori” runs through Nov. 29 at the Merchant’s House Museum. I’m definitely going to check it out!
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]