This is technically an autumn item, but I’m posting it as the Northeast US starts to swelter with summer heat because it’s too good to wait.
I present: “Vegetable Harvest Creature.”
Made of early celluloid plastic from the Viscoloid company, this super rare fellow is…wait for it…
…TWO FACED! Yes, he can be happy or sad, tragic or comic (well, he’s always both of those no matter which face is forward).
The price tag is steep, but for serious celluloid collectors, this…exists.
You realize what happened here: this bird was killed, only to be zoomorphized into a bastardized version of itself in a stupid hat. Talk about adding insult to injury.
Debatable:
Terrifying:
I’m completely entranced by this piece, yet can’t find an artist credit anywhere. Ideas? If no one knows…it’s obviously an alien cell phone.
Parenthetical note:
Excellent…I like strong coffee; strong enough to make my head blast clear off my body.
I almost cropped out the caption because it’s so clear that this thing originated from a very unholy place that it just seems redundant.
Isn’t this all our monsters ever really want? (No really, think about it.)
I searched, in gleeful hope, for a vintage TV commercial featuring Drippy the Runny Nose Kid. But alas, no record of one exists. Sorry I couldn’t deliver this thing in action (or maybe I should be saying “you’re welcome”).
1) Reading books about death becomes considerably more difficult.
I find this photo incredibly haunting. It actually stirs up a visceral unease.
Yes, some might consider the following a deal breaker. She seems open minded. The horse (or…man-horse?), not so much.
Your fist becomes a real face.
The truth of how brains really work, unveiled. SCIENCE!
Brace yourself for The Dayalets; an instructional (and I use that word loosely) “suiatable for framing” series of food beasts designed to hang in doctors’ offices.
The idea was the educate the masses about vitamin deficiencies and nutritional imbalances. Wasn’t there a pamphlet they could hand out?
While tempting to generate my own sarcastic commentary for each of these, I think it’s only fair to direct you to the source, where the curator has taken a good deal of time to display and write commentary for the entire series (featuring gems such gems as “This looks like some self-proclaimed sex expert circa 1951.”)
I actually went through the whole series and was repeatedly stunned by these creations. Who wants one on the food table at my next party?
I wasn’t joking when I said “suitable for framing.”
See the whole collection here.
Desktop goodies are building up way faster than I can comment on all of them (I tend to save at least 20 images a day, and have never attempted to get my digital collecting in check).
Here are some images that speak for themselves.
This week I’m starting a new phase of my medical journey, involving looooooong intake appointments, so I’m afraid I’ll have to give you a “wordless” DG post today!
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I came across a post about Aloca’s Book of Decorations (1959, Aluminum Company of America and Artists and Writers Press, Inc.). The star of the show, in this case, is tin foil.
While some may argue these designs are “cute,” I find they fall into that semi-unsettling-for-inarticulate-reasons category that always strikes my fancy.
Foil head coverings are a bit of a stretch.
The camel in the back is pretty cool. He’s just standing there marveling at the freaks next to him.
Not really a majestic mythical beast…but it’s…shiny and crinkly?
Okay Aloca, you got me here. This helmet is badass.
And my Christmas crafts for this coming year…
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And now a little installment of DG before I go down the medical rabbit hole for an indeterminate period of time.
Man, Edmund’s been talking for a LONG time.
Start ’em young.
Gorgeous vintage Vogue cover by Salvador Dali.
THINK your way to visible virility!
Very little info on this, but wow…
What puffer cake has seen cannot be unseen.
I love this because the skeleton can either be reaching for OR releasing the heart, depending on the eye of the beholder.
The Barbie Dream Snake:
If a higher power exists, I’m sure it speaks through cats exclusively, actually.
“Who you callin’ chicken?”
I wish this were an actual vintage piece.
Tip from the SheWalksSoftly school of psychology: If someone hurts your feelings, sending a greeting card with one of the worst puns on earth is not likely to remedy the relationship.
Now, let’s everybody hope that the doctors have an ALL CHOCOLATE treatment planned for me next week.
Brains: it’s what’s for dinner.
And speaking of, who thought a grinning peanut grinding his own brain out onto a platter was…a great idea for a product? I envision a young Hannibal Lecter having a lovely time with this. Don’t get me wrong. I’d like one.
For the one time every few years that I need to physically remove a staple:
What actually happens when you have a toothache. Next time you are bothered, understand that it is just the worms, demons and ghosts acting up beneath your enamel.
Mid-century America presents NARCISSISM: THE DRESS.
I don’t. But I’ve heard the stories.
Ohhhhhh…so that’s how you get a man. You glue him down! I’ve been doing it wrong.
A real book; I kid you not:
When a man is asked what is perfectly irresistible I highly doubt “wool mantilla” is the first item that comes to mind (click picture to enlarge).
The quote that made my week (thanks, Casey):
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Cannot type/talk due to severe illness (all words courtesy of voice software or kind typing helpers)…I read and appreciate all comments…Apologies for not being able to respond.
God, is that you?
No wait, is that you, God?
Not like this.
I’m not sure if this gaping chasm counts as a “neckline.”
The single best, or maybe worst, job in the world.
Now, this is some food I could eat. Does anyone have a copy of this?
Keep in mind they use the word “enjoy” in the broadest possible sense.
This fellow is very open minded…
And let that be a reminder to stay open-minded about the amorous preferences of others.
Medical hiatus no-typing mix…I read and appreciate all comments…Apologies for not being able to respond at the moment.
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