Daria Werbowy - Thunder Perfect Mind
wrathofprawn:for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.
their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.
how the fuck is this not taught in every single history class ever
Holy fuck
They deserve their name
fantastic
(Source: sovietico)
William Eggleston (b. 1939)
yup, we all want clown ninjas for Christmas
Japanese ama (pearl) divers by Fosco Maraini
(Source: moisab)
Backstage at the Latin Quarter, 1958
Photo by Gordon Parks
women, The Circus Book: 1870-1950 (via flavorwire)
In my imagination one of the women is called Trixy and another, Kit. The little dixie cups are filled with cheap tequila. The smell of cotton candy and hot greasy sausage is born on a warm breeze and they’re telling stories that still make me laugh out loud weeks later when I think of them. (via flavorwire).
Guardians of Russian Art Museums. by Andy Freeberg (via my modern met)
“These women who appear to be guarding artwork in museums aren’t actually employed to be protecting the history that surrounds them. In fact, these Russian women simply like to sit and guard the collections in art galleries because they enjoy being surrounded by Russia’s great art….
It’s interesting to imagine what each woman’s personality must be like based on which artwork she chooses. ”
notice: elbows and legs
The bartender set the drink in front of me. With the lime juice it has a sort of pale greenish yellowish misty look. I tasted it. It was both sweet and sharp at the same time. The woman in black watched me. Then she lifted her own glass towards me. We both drank. Then I knew hers was the same drink.
The next move was routine, so I didn’t make it. I just sat there. “He wasn’t English,” I said after a moment. “l guess maybe he had been there during the war. We used to come in here once in a while, early like now. Before the mob started boiling.”
‘°lt’s a pleasant hour,” she said. “In a bar almost the only pleasant hour.” She emptied her glass. “Perhaps I knew your friend,” she said. “What was his name?”
I didn’t answer her right away. I lit a cigarette and watched her tap the stub of hers out of the jade holder and fit another in its place. I reached across with a lighter. “Lennox,” I said.
She thanked me for the light and gave me a brief searching glance. Then she nodded. “Yes, I knew him very well. Perhaps a little too well.”
The barkeep drifted over and glanced at my glass. “A couple more of the same,” l said. “In a booth.”
I got down off the stool and stood waiting. She might or might not blow me down. I didn’t particularly care. Once in a while in this much too sex-conscious country a man and a woman can meet and talk without dragging bedrooms into it. This could be it, or she could just think I was on the make. If so, the hell with her.
She hesitated, but not for long. She gathered up a pair of black gloves and a black suede bag with a gold frame and clasp and walked across into a corner booth and sat down without a word. I sat down across the small table.
“My name is Marlowe.”
” Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye(Source: thatisntverychanel)
40′s in Yakima Washington
(via landlessness)
this looks like an awesome day - hanging out w/ pals on the bench under the ice cream sign, being all kinds of cool
“… but give me a girl with bruises on her butt and that killer look in her eye”
- Roller Derby Saved My Soul byUncle Leon and the Alibis
Watching that roller derby and thinking “hell, yeah, I could do that!”
the guiding light by Kevin Ledo via my modern met
the artist uses 22 karat gold in his painting which combine similar visual techniques of ancient religious paintings with modern day female exploitative advertisements.
anatomical paintings by Fernando Vicente
I love these; the glamor, the gore, the vulnerability - the invitation.
(Source: insani-mens)
