The Virtual Shoe Museum has a large collection of designer shoes from around the world. The coolest section is the experimental shoes (under the “special use” category on the left-hand side navigation bar.)
The Virtual Shoe Museum has a large collection of designer shoes from around the world. The coolest section is the experimental shoes (under the “special use” category on the left-hand side navigation bar.)
for those about to smoke, we salute you…
http://www.neatorama.com/2006/06/08/top-10-coolest-bbq-grills/
Oh.
I beg to differ, son.
In the South Seas on the remote island of Tanna, there still exists a cargo cult comprised of people who saw relief planes land with magical goods during WWII. If the villagers keep their customs intact, they believe their savior Jon Frum (John from America) will erupt from the volcano to bring them prosperity and freedom from tyranny. And also candy and medicine and Coca-Cola and tinned meat. So they’ve arranged symbolic runways lined with fires, and constructed a sacred wooden hut where a holy air traffic controller man sits with two blocks of wood over his ears like headphones and bars of bamboo sticking out like antennas. As a divine religious symbol, the Tanna people adopted the red cross symbol from military ambulances. They march and drill under trees strung with telegraphic tin cans while wearing homemade American army uniforms, carrying bamboo rifles and waving an American flag. The faithful have been praying to Jon Frum and waiting for magic cargo for 50 years. No relief planes land, though. Just a bunch of amused American tourists taking snapshots.
The irony is… many of those Americans have been waiting for Jesus for over two thousand years!
Sweet Bumps and I went to Houston for the weekend to see French paintings on loan from the Met. A whole room full of Courbet! I had seen all of these paintings several times before in NYC, but it was still glorious to visit them again.
Then I forced poor Christine to go with me to a house museum in Houston called Bayou Bend, the former residence of philanthropist Ima Hogg. (Yeh. Her mama took one look at that baby and gave her that name. Ain’t it a shame?) Her former mansion is now maintained by the ladies of the River Oaks Garden Club, the type of old dough hooties who flick their eyes over the likes of me and my boots. Heh. But the furniture! The furniture. There seemed to be no tourist stomping through those rooms with whom I could share my flushed glee. Rooms chockful of Federal/Georgian. Early Americans brought little furniture from Europe, and most of the simple cabins usually had a few roughhewn benches and maybe an ugly trestle table. Fine colonial furniture is very rare stuff, and it certainly did not exist in the south at the time. The reason I love neoclassical furniture is because it is so perfectly understated, absolutely ordered and balanced, and it held all of the aspirations of our nation at the time. Art is history, afterall.
Anyone else dig it? Yeh, I don’t know another soul who gives two shits about the differences between Sheraton and Hepplewhite. LOL But I thought I’d throw it out there just in case.
Anyways, I was blessed with a sweet and sunny weekend away with my girlie. 