(Source: valentinovamp)
(Source: valentinovamp)
(Source: valentinovamp)
Violet Romer
A Broadway actress and dancer, photographed here between 1910 and 1915, an early representation of a flapper
(Source: sydneyflapper, via whilelivinginsideofahug)
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hyperbole and a half: adventures in depression
Also, the reason I disappeared for a couple months, aside from the fact that I work/intern 6 days/week and generally spend my one free day (Saturday) in two sweatshirts, including a sweater that was originally purchased for my grandmother, alternating between napping and drinking tea and watching youtube videos of fred astaire tap dancing and reading books and watching SPOOOOOOOOOKS on netflix, and then napping again, and then chopping tomatoes.
Anyways. Conveniently sortofrelevant. I did, however, have a multitude of reasons for falling into a massively deep depression of awful.
If you just read her story based entirely on the pictures…
This man is AMAZING.
I spend so much time in the damn car these days, but it means I spend LOTS of time with the fine people at KCRW, including Mr. Jason Bentley, who runs Morning Becomes Eclectic, which I only get to listen to when the traffic on the way to the Museum is REALLY bad.
This week, however, is parent-teacher conferences, so I’m at work 11-6 every day. I have done lots of freeway-swerving, struggling to write down names of artists in the notebook the has fallen in between the emergency break and the passenger seat.
