hazelnut eyelashes, goblin ribbon hair, blackberry blood lips
We held our breaths, we shut our eyes,
We felt our heads spin.
Our souls escaped into the skies,
We heard a frightful din.
In the dark we saw diamonds;
Miss G sallied down the aisle.
She touched us with her hands
And bore us aloft, awhile.
—Cracks, Sheila Kohler
viα vintagegal: Jean Simmons as Ophelia in Hamlet (1948)
"If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you—you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again."
Perfumes Inspired by Dead Writers
Ernest Hemingway: Salt water, rum, coconut and lime, cigar smoke, Spanish wine
F. Scott Fitzgerald: Gin, citrus, oak (prep school, amirite), in a champagne-flute shaped bottle with gold flecks in it
Jane Austen: Darjeeling tea, snowdrops and pansies (flowers from her garden), meadow grass
Dorothy Parker: Whiskey sour, vanilla, mandarin, white musk
Edgar Allan Poe: Poppies, absinthe, sandalwood, and mold
Flannery O’Connor: Church incense, soap, vanilla, ginger
Jack Kerouac: Cigarettes, cheap beer, unwashed youth, patchouli, car leather
the Bronte Sisters: Heather, sea air, vetiver, primrose, black tea
Louisa May Alcott: Fir tree, red currant, blood orange, coffee beans
Tolstoy: Vodka, musk, black tea, black peppercorn, cedar
Sylvia Plath: Freshly washed linen, vanilla, daffodils, lavender
Margaret Mitchell: Musk, magnolia, tea, sugar, gardenia blossoms
Dickens: Cloves, tobacco, patchouli, brandy water, river water
Anne Sexton: Vodka martini, tobacco, lemon verbena, peppermint
"I had got from England a preparation for the children’s hair, and was rubbing it into little Anastasia’s head one evening. She objected, and I said, ‘It will make your hair grow nicely, darling,’ so she submitted. Next evening I went to get the kappuka from the cupboard and mademoiselle ran off in the next room. She returned dragging by its leg an awful dolly, a regular fetish, minus a wig, one eye, and an arm. She gravely took a little piece of sponge and began to rub the kappuka into the creature’s head. I remonstrated; telling her I had to send to England for the stuff and did not want it wasted. She looked at me most reproachfully, and said, ‘My poor Vera! She has got no curls; this will make her hair grow.’ Of course she got her way."
LULA MAGAZINE #11
WHITE CHALK story with KIRSTEN DUNST
STYLED BY KATE AND LAURA MULLEAVY OF RODARTE
shot in martha’s vineyard