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Kit Curry O’Connell, “World’s End”
India ink and charcoal on paper, 2020
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Kit Curry O’Connell, “World’s End”
India ink and charcoal on paper, 2020
Visuals for my senior thesis
carmen why wont you visit the World's End? I'm sure we can find a way for you to visit
Oh. Right. I'm technically a fool. I think Aha told me about that tavern.
//touches the mask on my face, still invisible//
Both outside and in now.
What the hell, why not. I've got nothing much else to do.
this is a dogfight between a prize poodle and a coyote with rabies. love my freaking sicko company
From "Tales of... ...Asgard! Home of the Mighty Norse Gods" in Journey into Mystery #97, October 1963. Stan Lee script, Jack Kirby pencils, George Roussos inks, Stan Goldberg (?) colors, Artie Simek letters.
Info from Grand Comics Database
“If in doubt, dress up. Don’t ever dress down – you’ll be so disappointed.”
Born 85 years ago today: fashion visionary, doyenne of punk, iconoclast and provocateur, environmental activist, true eccentric British original and Tintwistle, Cheshire’s finest export, Dame Vivienne Westwood (Vivienne Swire, 8 April 1941 – 29 December 2022). Who else would rock up to Buckingham Palace in an exquisitely tailored suit to collect her OBE medal (like she did in 1992) – and then afterward twirl for photographers to reveal she was wearing no panties beneath? (There are great photos online documenting that moment, but if I post one here, I’ll wind up in Facebook jail). What other designer would urge the public to buy LESS clothes? As a punk fanatic steeped in the lore of the Sex Pistols, making a pilgrimage to the hallowed ground of Westwood’s World’s End boutique on King’s Road (with the sloping, creaking floor) when I first moved to London in 1992 was de rigueur. I bought a white shirt which cost £75, which seemed astronomical at the time. Of course, I still wear it on special occasions to this day (even on job interviews). And of course, I hung onto the bag with the orb logo until it disintegrated. I was always envious of friends and colleagues who’d casually remark they used to regularly spot Westwood cycling around South London with her vivid dyed-orange hair flying. I only fleetingly encountered her once: at a Christeene gig downstairs at the Soho Theatre a few years ago. Excitement rippled through the crowd when Westwood and her entourage arrived. Everyone knew they were in the presence of greatness. Pictured: portrait of Westwood by Tim Walker for British Vogue, 2009.