F-80 Shooting Star
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F-80 Shooting Star
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by Waldemar Kazak
Chesapeake and Ohio class M-1
Soviet Turbo Train.
“Aesthetic: Warsaw Pact Atompunk”
Images originally from Tekhnika Molodezhi, a Soviet popular science magazine.
Found online at http://www.darkroastedblend.com/2007/11/retro-future-to-stars.html.
The Donald C. Tillman Water Reclamation Plant.
Not technically atomic, but still an awesome aesthetic.
VIVA LOS BIO-DOME
Sever-2 Aerosan
Ramones, inner sleeve from Leave Home album 1977
heres the idea: instead of vogue magazine it’s vague magazine. all the editorials are blurry. models shot from 60 feet away. ads just say “buy it”. models hide behind trees and shrubs. you can’t tell what anyone’s wearing.
In a combination of depressing and uplifting, a week or so back someone had knocked down the wasp nest. It wasn’t the wind; though the wind was pretty harsh for a few days, that particular day was not windy. I found it on the stairwell, and was pretty damn upset. I didn’t really want to give that kind of update here. Here you can see it, filled with bodies of those that didn’t survive the winter.
My neighbor (who was very supportive of having wasps hanging out above our door) and I tried a few times to reattach it. Amusingly, the remaining survivors were still hanging around, and just perched nearby, seeming to watch us as we tried. They didn’t bother us, but continued to mill around inches from where we were working. It ultimately didn’t pan out.
However, those survivors continued to convene in the spot of the old nest, continuing to feed and preen one another.
A couple days ago they rebuilt, and I couldn’t be happier.