Saturday

paper flowers

On this day
...7 years ago
my mother took her life.

She called me that morning and asked if I could bring over a movie and
a german chocolate milkshake.
I grabbed Big Fish and went over there....

...
I walked in the house and
I found my mom in the bath tub.
She had shot herself in the head.

On the dining room table..
She had organized important folders, papers and instructions for me.

There was also a note from her that said...

' You might not know this.. but I have always been your biggest fan....
I know you better than you know yourself perhaps...

This life is for the living.. Go live it!
 Don't keep my things.
Those things I collected, were my memories....
You have your own memories to create...

 Most importantly..
Always follow your dreams.

I love you now.
And I will love you always. '




i miss her dearly
love you mom

Sunday

the day that doomsday never happened

  • one man told of how he quit his job because he wasn't going to get a paycheck next week anyway.
  • kids talked about how they were excited about never having to do chores or homework again.
  •  some sit stunned and some drive back home in their mini vans and beg for their jobs back.
  • and now they are sad because they didn't get to disappear.


[ here is a story from 1954...this was taken from an article in Live Science :]
The classic study of "doomsdays gone bad" took place in 1954. A Chicago woman named Dorothy Martin predicted a cataclysmic flood from which a few true believers would be saved by aliens. Martin and her cult, The Seekers, gathered the night before the expected flood to await the flying saucer. Unbeknown to them, however, their group had been infiltrated by psychologist Leon Festinger, who hoped to find out what happens when the rug of people's beliefs is pulled out from under them.
Festinger's study, which became the basis of the book "When Prophecy Fails" (Harper-Torchbooks 1956), revealed that as the appointed time passed with no alien visitors, the group sat stunned. But a few hours before dawn, Martin suddenly received a new prophecy, stating that The Seekers had been so devout that God had called off the apocalypse. At that, the group rejoiced — and started calling newspapers to boast of what they'd done. Eventually, the group fell apart. 

Friday

Nazimova

as played by
Алла Назимова
Alla Nazimova
was a russian american film and theatre actress..

 Oscar Wilde's Salome

This is a 1921 vanity fair caricature by Ralph Barton.
Nazimova is the one with the wild black hair.


Sunday

inspired by bauhaus textiles


some of the most beautiful textile designs 

BauHaus Dessau 1925- 1930
by Gunta Stölzl







Gunta Stölzl

Tuesday

that cat's something i can't explain

'Night prowling, sifting sand
Padding around on the ground
He'll be found
When you're around
That cat's something I can't explain'


a few of my favorite artists
all put into one-
in two parts...

{by carter tutti..
also known previously as 
chris and cosey}
here's a lovely interview at their farm house:
http://www.vbs.tv/watch/motherboard/mbd-vbs-elec-indy-chris-and-cosey
and
then 
the original
with syd barret





Thursday

Vertigo Room

This room was painted in two days and nights at BUS in Stockholm. A collaboration between the Le Gun folks and the Swedes...The exhibition was curated by Emma Rendel.






Tuesday

Mary Nolan

Back on March 11, 1932

ACTRESS, HUSBAND SENTENCED TO JAIL

Los Angeles, Mar. 11 (UP)
Mary Nolan, blonde film actress, and her husband, Wallace T. Macrery, Jr., to-day were sentenced to serve thirty days in the county jail for failure to pay wage claims.
Municipal Judge Clement D. Nye sentenced Miss Nolan to 750 days and her husband to 840 days but in each case he suspended all but thirty days.





Born Mary Imogene Robertson in Kentucky, Robertson's childhood was beset with hardship that included the death of her mother in 1908 and an absent father. As a child, she worked as a farm laborer, before moving to New York City in 1919 where she worked as a model. Before long, she was discovered by Florenz Ziegfeld, who hired her under the name Imogene Wilson (the first of three name changes she was to have) as a dancer in hisfollies. As a showgirl in New York she was called Bubbles.

She began a long and abusive relationship with comedian Frank Tinney, which would culminate in being hospitalised for injuries he inflicted on her during an argument. Because Tinney was married to another woman, the affair caused a scandal. Mary Robertson was fired from theZiegfeld Follies and subsequently moved to Germany for two years. While in Germany, she made a large number of films.


Moving back to the United States in 1927, Robertson adopted the stage name Mary Nolan and had a brief film career, starring in films such as The Foreign LegionShanghai Lady, and Docks of San Francisco. She made Sorrel and Son for United Artists in 1927, but her film career declined afterwards. In 1928 she co-starred with two great actors, Lon Chaney and Lionel Barrymore, inWest of Zanzibar in what is arguably today her most well-known and heartbreaking silent film role as Chaney's defiled daughter raised in the dives of an African coastal town. In 1933, she made her final screen appearance in File 113. The same year, she sued Hollywood producer Eddie Mannix for $500,000 in damages. She accused him of beating her. In 1937, Nolan was jailed for an unpaid dress bill.
She turned up "sick and broke" at the Actor's Fund Home in Amityville, New York. She regained her health and returned to Hollywood in 1939. She lived there in obscurity with her sister, Mrs. Mabel Rondeau.

Unable to gain work, she became addicted to heroin and died of cardiac arrest on Halloween day, October 31, 1948. She suffered from a chronic gall bladder ailment and had recently been discharged from Cedars of Lebanon Hospital. She was 42 and weighed only 90 pounds when she died in a small stucco bungalow at 1504 South Mansfield Avenue, Los Angeles, California.
Her tiny apartment was simply furnished except for a single possession. There was a huge antique piano formerly owned by Rudolph Valentino, which almost filled her living room. She bought it from the possessions which were once a part of Falcon Lair, Valentino's home. Nolan revered the deceased film actor and kept his photo on the music rack.
Nolan had only recently completed negotiations for the sale of her life story, in screenplay and novel form. She previously sold a similar account to a popular magazine, the second installment of which had only recently been printed.

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