How could I not be a fan of John Clowder’s collage work? From the artist statement:
Our resource constituency comprises obsolete adverts, morbid medical texts, bone atlases, and zoographic curios.
I’m sold!
See more here.
How could I not be a fan of John Clowder’s collage work? From the artist statement:
Our resource constituency comprises obsolete adverts, morbid medical texts, bone atlases, and zoographic curios.
I’m sold!
See more here.
Does anyone have information about this company or product? All I know is, this commercial is AMAZING.
Really…take 30 seconds of your life to watch this.
Alnwick Garden is now on my destination list.

The one kind of “medicine” I’d really like to overdose on:

Amazing outfits ahead! This was taken in 1915 (probably what I would have worn if I were around in that time period):

And now an incredible “sport dress” from 1885:

So, is this pretty much the greatest sweater of all time…or THE greatest sweater of all time?

And now for the requisite skeletons that somehow make it into all of these posts. I may have actually featured this before, but I just love it so much.

Be careful when someone asks to “pick your brain.” It may be literal.

With tooth-care proofs of purchase, one could acquire this fabulous dental clock from Zonweiss (well, a rather long time ago anyway):

Mmm…I love the hazy glow of this photo…

When writing a letter to me, please address it as such:

This is how I lift my elephants, too.

I do enjoy de-contextualized slices of vintage printed work…

Absolutely a cause for celebration!

Bats: is there anything they CAN’T do?

Oddly, a few images of bats dealing with headless things grace my desktop at the moment.
This one puts me in a good mood, instantly.

I confess to a bit of library corner lust for this globe lamp:

And these rings are wonderful (yet another example, like most of these images, of lack of sourcing in micro-blogs…does anyone know who makes these?):

I’ll close this post with a monstrously sweet image by McLean Kendree.

Until today, I was unaware that according to certain old European customs, women were “allowed” (even encouraged) to propose to men on Leap Day.
So I give you this hideous, rather sexist vintage homage to the tradition:
Ladies, if I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousands times: love, loyalty and a healthy balanced partnership will get you nowhere. Nets, guns and forcing someone to bear your loathsome presence entirely against his will…THAT is what marriage is made of!
According to Wiki, in Denmark, the tradition is that women may propose on the bissextile leap day, February 29, and that refusal must be compensated with 12 pairs of gloves. In Finland, the tradition is that if a man refuses a woman’s proposal on leap day, he should buy her the fabrics for a skirt.
Let’s start with a series of (miniaturized) Universal Monster Valentines:
And assorted other goodies…
And he’s not a monster, but he’s the master of suspense…gotta love this:
![Hitchcocks Mystery Mag. [Feb 1965]](http://shewalkssoftly.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/hitchcocks-mystery-mag-feb-1965.jpg?w=450)
Don’t miss: MASOCHISTIC, MURDEROUS AND MEATY Valentines.
Unfortunately, I don’t have my whole collection of these with me at the moment. I’m *always* on a quest for more of them though. If you come across any vintage spooky Valentines, let’s share/trade!
Nowadays, zombies and whatever sparkly things pass for vampires are all the rage. But in the mid 20th century, some GENIUS decided to mix Valentine’s Day with the best of all holidays…Halloween.
Personally, I like spooky elements in ALL of my special occasions. I put bats on my Christmas tree and skeletons on birthday greetings (you get the idea).
I wish there were more like these.
Sweet little specters…
Witchy women…
Amazing craft idea for the zombie lover in your life!

Imaginary boyfriends are the best.

This is how to get ALL the ladies!

Who knew cupid’s name was…DAN?

On a related note, the Newton Creek Wastewater Treatment Plant in Brooklyn is offering a morning tour of its sludge processing facility (I’m not kidding!)
If I ever get married, I would shower my husband with beautiful sentiments like this:

You’ll rarely hear me say this, but…forget the chocolate…I want the box!

I forgot to put this fellow, all spiffy in his Valentine suit, in my Bat Valentine post:

Many folks who frequent this blog would probably appreciate the Tim Burton Valentine Card Set.

Boo Boo the Valentine Ghost just wants someone to love him.

And a couple of other sculpted creatures I found, without artist credit.
Every holiday is better with bats, Valentine’s Day included. Here’s a little roundup of some bat-related Valentine finds.
By TheGreyFoxStudio:

By ktcrawford:

The Bat Conservation Trust has a whole page of bat e-cards!

I found this little lady here:

There are customizable bat pendants available on Zazzle:

And of course, we have retro BATMAN!

Anyone have others to share?
A new piece by Mark Ryden to lust after…

An age old patent for all your cow facade needs:

The ORIGINAL stairway to heaven:

Beautiful sandcastle by Adam Gormley:

Why not surprise your loved one with an unforgettable toy this Valentine’s Day?

At this restaurant, the only thing higher than the lobster towers is the staff’s hair.

I can almost hear the sweet, melodious tune of this duet.

They say history repeats itself. This political cartoon should be reprinted…

Now, I know it’s exaggerated for dramatic effect here, but this is pretty much exactly what my mind’s eye envisions when someone sneezes near me:

Heh. Wait ’til the 21st Century, girl…it’s called the Internet.

My best friend loves pickles. I sense an edible Pickle Circus setup at a birthday gift!

And I’ll finish off with a video that begs the question “Why is every sport that looks mildly appealing to me a century old and long since laughed out of existence?”
I’m not sure if everyone has the same tolerance for morbidity that I do, but this series of drawings by Kobayashi Eitaku (1843-1890) depicting the stages of bodily decay is just so interesting!
Supposedly, this subject was a courtesan. Interesting choice.