1. 21:16 21st Jul 2014

    Notes: 176

    Reblogged from hollyhocksandtulips

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    hollyhocksandtulips:

Frederick’s of Hollywood, 1960s

    hollyhocksandtulips:

    Frederick’s of Hollywood, 1960s

     
  2. 21:15

    Notes: 155868

    Reblogged from petermorwood

    blue-author:

    minimoonstar:

    xeppeli:

    street—trash:

    mitochondria-eve:

    UM EXCUSE ME THOS E ARE FUCKING PIXELS HOW

    Seize the Day was a calendar program made by in 1994 by Buena Vista software. It features graphics that at the time, were revolutionary because of the way they handled color cycling. These images were static bitmaps, but by changing color values, they appear animated. What is also impressive about these images is that they had full day night cycles built in, rendered also through color cycling.
    A few years ago, a html5 version was made. A copy was uncovered online and there is a way to use the program through DOSbox. As well, one of the original programmers for the project, Iam Gilman, has thought of the idea of remaking it, open sourced, for modern machines.

    thanks for writing a more elaborate explanation. i’ve seen these pictures be spread like wildfire without mention of the technology behind it.

    Oh, I remember the html5 version from a while back.

    Wow, if this were captioned at the top with a big black box that just says, “Screensavers From 1994”, everybody who actually remembers the first half of the 90s would be even more astonished by these. That is amazing.

    (Source: elosilla)

     
  3. 21:05

    Notes: 5

    Reblogged from jacobnordby

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  4. 17:31

    Notes: 196064

    Reblogged from petermorwood

    frustration-squared:

    the-fault-in-our-youtubers:

    the internet summed up in one gif set

    I feel for this man

     
  5. 09:20 20th Jul 2014

    Notes: 1345

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    colchrishadfield:

45 years ago today these three men inspired the world with their bravery, skill and example; Thanks Mike, Buzz and Neil.

    colchrishadfield:

    45 years ago today these three men inspired the world with their bravery, skill and example; Thanks Mike, Buzz and Neil.

     
  6. 18:09 19th Jul 2014

    Notes: 45

    Reblogged from ronaldcmerchant

    rcmerchant:

2 of a kind…Oliver Reed and the Who drummer Keith Moon.

    rcmerchant:

    2 of a kind…Oliver Reed and the Who drummer Keith Moon.

     
  7. 18:06

    Notes: 51843

    Reblogged from petermorwood

     
  8. 18:03

    Notes: 75

    Reblogged from 1950sunlimited

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    5starcinema:

The Love Song of I, Robert Mitchum
Let us go then, you and I,
When the Klieg lamps are spread out against the sky
and I’m as drunk as a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
the muttering retreats
of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
and sundry other clichés of film noir set design.
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and avoid the producer’s visit.
In the room the crew comes and goes
talking of low angles, though.
The hazy cigarette smoke that rubs its back upon the window blinds,
the sickly sweet smoke that rubs its muzzle on the windowpanes
licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
lingered upon the pools that stand in drains.
Now has everyone curled once about the house, asleep and/or stoned.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear heavy trench coats, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the femmes fatales singing, each to each.
I do not think that Jean Simmons or Jane Greer will sing to me.
I have seen Jane Russell riding seaward on the waves
combing the white hair of the waves blown back
when the wind blows the water white and black
because RKO can’t afford Technicolor.
We have lingered in the bottle and the trailer
by these hot girls and older dames, drunk again,
till a director’s voice wakes us, and we drown.
(apologies to T.S. Eliot and his fans, but I had to do this)

    5starcinema:

    The Love Song of I, Robert Mitchum

    Let us go then, you and I,

    When the Klieg lamps are spread out against the sky

    and I’m as drunk as a patient etherised upon a table;

    Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

    the muttering retreats

    of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

    and sundry other clichés of film noir set design.

    Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

    Let us go and avoid the producer’s visit.

    In the room the crew comes and goes

    talking of low angles, though.

    The hazy cigarette smoke that rubs its back upon the window blinds,

    the sickly sweet smoke that rubs its muzzle on the windowpanes

    licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,

    lingered upon the pools that stand in drains.

    Now has everyone curled once about the house, asleep and/or stoned.

    I grow old … I grow old …

    I shall wear heavy trench coats, and walk upon the beach.

    I have heard the femmes fatales singing, each to each.

    I do not think that Jean Simmons or Jane Greer will sing to me.

    I have seen Jane Russell riding seaward on the waves

    combing the white hair of the waves blown back

    when the wind blows the water white and black

    because RKO can’t afford Technicolor.

    We have lingered in the bottle and the trailer

    by these hot girls and older dames, drunk again,

    till a director’s voice wakes us, and we drown.

    (apologies to T.S. Eliot and his fans, but I had to do this)

     
  9. 22:02 16th Jul 2014

    Notes: 8

    Reblogged from devilduck

    It might be liberating to think of human life as informed by losses and disappearances as much as by gifted appearances, allowing a more present participation and witness to the difficulty of living.
    — David Whyte (via devilduck)
     
  10. 17:33 15th Jul 2014

    Notes: 22

    Reblogged from devilduck

    There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
    — Zora Neale Hurston (via devilduck)