hazelnut eyelashes, goblin ribbon hair, blackberry blood lips
about
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
(Source: doll-locket)
viα vintagegal: Jean Simmons as Ophelia in Hamlet (1948)
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"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
(Source: bookriot.com, via frogsandcrowns)
"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
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