From Steve & Pam Paulson's book...
...Church Signs Across America.
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Beauty Is In The Unseeing Eye Of The Beholder
Two images from artist Lisa Murphy's book Tactile Minds, which she created when she realized that the "blind have been left out in a culture saturated with sexual images.”
From the book:
Left image: SATANIC RAM. A tactile picture of a naked voluptuous woman dressed as a Satanic ram. She wears a long cardboard mask of spires, a beard and an inverted cross. Her pubic hair forms a triangle between her legs.
Right image: POSING IN SNAKESKIN SHOES. A tactile picture of a naked woman standing in snakeskin shoes. She wears a plastic bag over her head, with paper cones for eyes. This photograph was taken from a lower angle revealing a vagina shaved bare.
Note that she says sexual, not sexy; though if Charles Manson ever develops a set of cataracts, he'll be in hog heaven!
Thursday, July 16, 2009
A Clown Car, Conversely: Bumpsies
The first thing I bought at The Funhouse.
A softwood laminated copy of the cover of Valrie McMahan's extremely rare
1929 childrens book.
Currently on sale for $595.00 in mediocre condition
at Biblio.com.
The world's funnier than I thought.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Unauthorized Packing Break #1
My battered paperback wives were not at all pleased to finally get a little affection, only to be sealed in a cardboard box...
...which is not to say they don't like the dark.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Creepocrunch!
Do I have a tasty treat for you!
From the blog that birthed the "coffin table book" Cereal Killers.
http://idigcerealkillers.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
A Closer Gander At Mother Goose
Deans Of London put out a series of Mother Goose rhyme books in the '70's that were gorgeously illustrated by the sisters Janet & Anne Grahame Johnstone, whom, I can only imagine from their work, were either spinsters whose biological clock had a broken alarm off switch, or they'd been manhandled at a very early age by a thuggish hairy brute whose breathe reeked of turnips and tobacco; because all of their wee lads and young men were sorta'... girls.
Their haughty androgynous beauty projected an air of narcissistic self-satisfied smugness onto their accompanying rhymes...
...which are not wanting for pedohomoprostiphelic subtext for those who can read between the lines.
The rhymes with the prettiest ladyboys tended to revolve around the same themes: currency, compensation, and performance - usually performance compensated by currency.
These overly sophisticated street "boys" of course had their own language to discretely advertise their special skill sets, thus the hitherto unheard of "street wool seller"...
...and, in all the days of Fairyland, have you ever seen a more lecherous Old King Cole!?! The way he's eyeing those pages in their tights, legs spread wide in confident expectation; I've no doubt that night involved a bowl, fiddlin', a threesome, and the making of sweet music... even, if only for some, to earn a shiny bit and stave off the executioner.
Good thing he never saw Boy Bunting here, or else he'd be out his kingdom...
...though, as his father's gone a-hunting to fetch a rabbit skin wrap, maybe not such a good thing for the Boy after all.
The few men who weren't androgitutes, were either pretty boy gigolo's preying on wealthy old women...
...or eccentrically flame-buoyant, albeit mercilessly fickle, dandiegramp's.
Because, honestly, peeved as I'd have been to have such a flawlessly tailored ensemble ruined by the rain, I would have given Glouchester a second day.
Their haughty androgynous beauty projected an air of narcissistic self-satisfied smugness onto their accompanying rhymes...
...which are not wanting for pedohomoprostiphelic subtext for those who can read between the lines.
The rhymes with the prettiest ladyboys tended to revolve around the same themes: currency, compensation, and performance - usually performance compensated by currency.
These overly sophisticated street "boys" of course had their own language to discretely advertise their special skill sets, thus the hitherto unheard of "street wool seller"...
...and, in all the days of Fairyland, have you ever seen a more lecherous Old King Cole!?! The way he's eyeing those pages in their tights, legs spread wide in confident expectation; I've no doubt that night involved a bowl, fiddlin', a threesome, and the making of sweet music... even, if only for some, to earn a shiny bit and stave off the executioner.
Good thing he never saw Boy Bunting here, or else he'd be out his kingdom...
...though, as his father's gone a-hunting to fetch a rabbit skin wrap, maybe not such a good thing for the Boy after all.
The few men who weren't androgitutes, were either pretty boy gigolo's preying on wealthy old women...
...or eccentrically flame-buoyant, albeit mercilessly fickle, dandiegramp's.
Because, honestly, peeved as I'd have been to have such a flawlessly tailored ensemble ruined by the rain, I would have given Glouchester a second day.
Monday, June 22, 2009
In The Style 10/6
With Phoebe In Wonderland (which I've yet to get around to seeing) coming out on dvd tomorrow, and my posting Carol Channing's "Jam" song the other day, I guess I've got Alice on the mind.
These pics from Tim Burton's upcoming jump down the rabbit hole were just released, and I'm starting to get excited - though seeing it will mean breaking my recent oath to never never watch another Anne Hathaway film after the maddeningly annoying hell that was Rachel At The Wedding!
These pics from Tim Burton's upcoming jump down the rabbit hole were just released, and I'm starting to get excited - though seeing it will mean breaking my recent oath to never never watch another Anne Hathaway film after the maddeningly annoying hell that was Rachel At The Wedding!
(as always, click the pics for a close-up)
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