Friday, July 26, 2013
Eyvind Earle
Friday, July 8, 2011
swim cap beauties
Yeah, I know... In my current condition, I'm not one for hanging out on a hot beach or crowded pool in a swimsuit of any kind. And with my pinhead, I am also someone who should never - and I mean never EVER - wear a swim cap. And yet I punish myself by being drawn to these vintage pictures of bathing beauties in the prettiest of swim caps. I wish being at the beach could still look this lovely...
Monday, June 27, 2011
vintage Disneyland
Monday, February 21, 2011
Reason to love rain (#6)
For the literature! One of my favorites is the children's book "Umbrella" (1958) by Taro Yashima. (By the way, if either Lorelei or Mae is reading this post - stop now!! Because I want to get this book for your little girls one day). I adore this book's color palette, cityscape, the choice of perspectives, the way Yashima depicts the streak and fall of rain, but also the heartbreaking story.
"Vintage Kids' Books My Kids Love" sums up the effect of story beautifully as one which, at its conclusion, makes parents cry. It begins simply enough as being about a little girl who receives an umbrella as a gift and can barely wait until she can use it. But wait she must until it actually rains. Finally, a rainy day arrives and she is able to proudly and happily use her umbrella.
This alone would make for a charming and beautiful little picture book story, but then we get the following conclusion and a HUGE lump in our throats:
and this is a story
she does not remember at all.
Does she remember or not,
it was not only the first day in her life
that she used her umbrella,
it was also the first day in her life
that she walked alone,
without holding either
her mother's or her father's hand.
Jeez - those last lines get me every time!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Kennedys in summer
Mark Shaw photo via svenskamobler.comHaving lived in Massachusetts for a large part of my life, I know how much the Kennedys mean to so many (New England is as obsessed with them as it is with Whitey Bulger and stories of the Irish Mob in Boston). And, with the death of Ted Kennedy, the history of this family is again being passionately discussed (I saw a great documentary about them the other night on PBS).
They were a beautiful and engaging family. And, as the reaction to Ted Kennedy's death exemplifies, their political and altruistic interests greatly shaped modern American life (I liked this brief article on Slate.com about the littlest brother's political legacy). They were, however, also a very troubled family that used their influence and power to win elections and cover-up scandals (see, now, the dark side of Ted Kennedy's legacy).
The Kennedys seemed (and continue to seem) to exist on extreme sides of a spectrum. There is the beautiful myth captured in these photographs of a young family glowing with the haze and light of summer. There are the hard facts of profound and important political, social, and cultural accomplishments. And then there is the dark underbelly revealed in newspaper pictures of a car being dragged out of water and in stories of unfaithful husbands. The Kennedy family has such a contradictory and rich legacy, and we have such a complicated love for them.
(Most, if not all, of these pictures (I can't id the last one) of this young Kennedy family were taken by Mark Shaw in the late 1950s, early 60s.)
photograph via markshawphoto.com

Mark Shaw photo via ultraswank.net
photograph via markshawphoto.com





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