Glossy Yellow
createthislookforless:

A great idea I found on Pinterest!

createthislookforless:

A great idea I found on Pinterest!

love!!

love!!

theniftyfifties:

Suzy Parker for Chanel, 1950s.

theniftyfifties:

Suzy Parker for Chanel, 1950s.

topshop:

Love sparkles
topshop:

Cray for snakeskin
katespadeny:

the brightest block in montreal
see the work of shutterbug jackie rueda

katespadeny:

the brightest block in montreal

see the work of shutterbug jackie rueda

photojojo:

Graphic design student Jirka Väätäinen wondered what Disney characters would look as real people, so he used his photo manipulation talents to find out!

Disney Characters as Real People

via Devin Castro

totalfilm:

 Sherlock Holmes: A Game Of Shadows review 
Lie down with me, Watson!” beseeches a bare-chested Robert Downey Jr. to Jude Law midway through Guy Ritchie’s follow-up to his 2009 Conan Doyle makeover. Hmm: is Britain’s most celebrated literary sleuth about to swap 221b Baker Street for Brokeback Mountain? 

              OK, so the line in question arrives in the middle of a locomotive stand-off, with Holmes and Watson only going supine to avoid a hail of Grenadier bullets ripping through a train carriage. But even through the cordite, the whiff of homoeroticism is hard to miss in a film that often forgoes deductive mystery in favour of unabashed man-love…

totalfilm:

Sherlock Holmes: A Game Of Shadows review

Lie down with me, Watson!” beseeches a bare-chested Robert Downey Jr. to Jude Law midway through Guy Ritchie’s follow-up to his 2009 Conan Doyle makeover. Hmm: is Britain’s most celebrated literary sleuth about to swap 221b Baker Street for Brokeback Mountain? 



OK, so the line in question arrives in the middle of a locomotive stand-off, with Holmes and Watson only going supine to avoid a hail of Grenadier bullets ripping through a train carriage. But even through the cordite, the whiff of homoeroticism is hard to miss in a film that often forgoes deductive mystery in favour of unabashed man-love…

jamesnord:

The Westside Market, Cleveland, OH.

One hundred year old neoclassical brick is likely responsible for the West Side Market’s municipal look. Opening the doors, I expect stairs leading down to a subway platform, a bared ticketing booth, or a wooden bench darkened with use and covered with the carved expletives of disgruntled citizens, but instead there is another set of doors.

The space inside is massive, and the vaulted ceilings serve as a sort of tilt-shift lens, turning the crowds of shoppers milling around the booths into miniatures. Each booth offers a different discovery. First I bend down to get a closer look at the pig behind the butcher’s glass, before asking an old italian man for a pound of uncured bacon. The cheese is arranged in piles across the aisle, but I get side tracked by filled-to-order cannolis. I swim through half focused crowds to get a better look at the characters behind the counters and the strange stock they sell in every tiled corner. The West Side Market is not the best place to do a bit of quick grocery shopping. You won’t find the cereal you eat for breakfast here, or the ice cream you eat for dessert, but I came shopping for experience, and bought at every booth.

Words by Dylan Nord, Images by James Nord