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@hyperfashionist
Joseph Cornell, Penny Arcade of Lauren Bacall
name moodboard: order for āledaā | want one?
name moodboard: order for "shiver" | want one?
Joseph Cornell, Optical Chart, n.d.
name moodboard: order for "kaylee" | want one?
So Anyway, I Started Blasting
Houtong Cat Village, 2012-11-06
āNailsā (1999) ā Michiko Matsushita ā computer parts and wires embedded under clear acrylic
Elena Polishchuk - Monsieur Noir and the Southern Sun, 2026 - Oil on canvas
Keel-Billed Toucan
Nicolas Reusens
His sugar work is more impressive than his chocolate work at this point
but why decoy walnuts that are not walnuts
I believe this whole heartedly with my full chest
Thanks for the info prev!! Still a little funny to think about tbh lol
The Hyperfashionmum was in a scene with Anthony Stewart Head (āMr Coffee Manā) and she told me they exchanged meaningful glances take after take.
That was not staring into space. It connects the actor to the other people in the room, who are supposed to be there for that reason. And it gives the extra an opportunity to do some microacting, which is strangely satisfying
Christ is Risen
Happy Easter: a break from the mourn
in honour of the Hyperfashionmum, 1929-2026
I have been wearing only black, white, grey and purple since the Hyperfashionmum died.
I was looking for the next monochrome thing in my wardrobe and Margotās yellow blouse came up.
I got hold of the Adam Lippes blouse via TheRealReal some time ago, but hadnāt worn it yet.
(image source: PropStore)
I found a few substitutes for this blouse but it wasnāt easy. Almost all yellow floral prints have some orange or brown in them. Itās nearly unheard of to find a yellow floral print with grey instead of brown.
Because today is Easter Day, because Christ is risen, I decided to take a day off from mourning, and wear some yellow to let the light shine. Because the Hyperfashionmum is living forever now, and itās only my limited perspective that I canāt see it.
The Hyperfashionmum was, in every way, my greatest enabler.
(Image source: PropStore)
I donāt think the Hyperfashionmum ever saw me in this. Iām not even sure I showed it to her when I unboxed it. Iām pretty sure I know what her reaction would have been, though. Disapproval that I spent money, followed by heart eyes at the outfit in action.
I will never have the satisfaction of showing her this. Not in this life, at least, and I assume I canāt take it with me.
How splendidly the Hyperfashionmum must be clothed now. One day I will see her with my own eyes, but that feels like such a long, long way off now.
Tomorrow I will be monochrome again. But today I proclaim: truly He is risen.