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indonesian copper 'tjap' used to stamp hot wax on cloth in the batik dye process. each tjap is made of copper which is cut, bent, notched, and assembled by hand by traditional craftsmen (posted by lunn studio on ebay)

#embroidery

nyc-looks

Shane, 35

“Everything is thrifted: Kapital denim overall that's too big for me to wear as overalls, but work really well as denim chaps when cinched at the waist with my belt. The belt is made by myself. My jeans I found in a thrift shop with no name or tag attached – but clearly made with a lot of love. The top is a Kapital indigo dyed kimono jacket. The shoes are Onitsuka Tiger. I've been a preschool teacher for the last 5 years, and I take a lot of inspiration from the kids themselves and a little bit of Magic School Bus. I try to combine making fuctional wearable art with things that make the kids in my school smile and feel inspired to be a little weird and out there. I used to show up in suits and ties – and then one day one of my students showed up in a full Clifford outfit and it shook my core. What was I even doing, haha? So now I try to stretch imaginations with a lot of thrifted pieces or handmade things by my wife and I.”

Apr 26, 2026 ∙ Bushwick

#style #aww a sweet inspiration story~ and the accessories just elevate the whole outfit! the giant hair clips :O

icecreamwithjackdaniels

Ivan Shishkin and Konstantin Savitsky, "Morning in a Pine Forest", 1889

#art #animals

ivehearditbothgays

that's not his name!!

#psych 2006 #video #there he is! there they are!#shout out to henry for introducing methuselah honeysuckle

ghibli-collector

耳をすませば Whisper of the Heart - Art Director Satoshi Kuroda (1995)

#whisper of the heart #films #long post /

cair--paravel

Dolls’ house by Christian Hacker, Nuremberg, Germany, c. 1900 (via).

#curiosities #dreams

lunchboxpoems

BOB HICOK

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text ID: THE EULOGY I DIDN'T GIVE (XXIV)

My younger brother was afraid of thunder, lightning. My father bought a recording of storms, put it on the stereo, and rocked on the love seat with my brother over and over, until the sound meant comfort, warmth. Much later, my brother became obsessed with meteorology and dreamed of becoming a weatherman. When I finally connected the early fear with the later passion, we were looking down at my father in his coffin. Not my father but his body. More like an echo of his flesh. No weather on his face. I’d seen him often in a suit but never wearing a vest. Pajamas would have made more sense. The soft rain of the talking all around us was a cocoon I wanted to live inside. I heard the metronome of my heart and thought of Quakers waiting for silence to open its mouth. Of the hope just below the surface of the phrase, keeping time. - Bob Hicok

#reminds me of that ada limón poem that ended like: i love the way men love #poetry #death /

anchounn

thinking of summer

#art #food /

gondwana

#✧

maureen2musings

Black-capped Chickadee & Downy Woodpecker showcasing winter fashion by donning a snowflake accessory

jocelynandersonphotography

#animals

vvenli

#dungeon meshi #soft...

frostedmagnolias

Woman's Dress

Fall/Winter 1916-1917

Silk satin, silk and metallic net, silk net, and metallic net, with metallic-thread embroidery, glass beads, crystals, and plastic paillettes and sequins

by Callot Soeurs

LACMA

#style