Crowning glory! The various hats of the QE2 monarchy, yall—in honor of her Diamond Jubilee. Let us know which is your favorite. (We’re partial to her vintage-swim-cap-rubber-flower-hat phase, ourselves.)
“I had to wonder: who would be in his cabinet? And what would be in his medicine cabinet?”
“I had to wonder: would the three branches of government support our Jamaican sex hammock?”
“I had to wonder: were my sexual appetites too square for the Oval Office?”
Brooklyn Decker. There’s more.
Photograph by Miguel Reveriego.
If Jamie Dimon needs to resurrect the original JP Morgan for help squelching the negative effects of today’s big losses, look no further! We have him, and in multiple outfits, too.
J. Pierpont Morgan in V.F. paper doll form, from the September 1933 issue.
A .“The old Washington theory of relativity, briefly: one is important only until a bigger brass appears, was blatently [sic] obvious for whenever before have we had the top potentates of the world here to outrank our dignitaries? We all recall the day when we saw a senator of the like in some big, black limosine [sic] drive through our town. Most likely our mouths were hanging wide open as our Mommies and Daddies told us the man out there was a very important person who worked in Washington.”
B. “I saw an old, forgotten man
On an old, forgotten road.
Staggering and numb under the glare of the
Spotlight. His eyes, so dull and grey,
Slide from right to left, to right,
Looking for his life, misplaced in a
Shallow, muddy gutter long ago.
I am found, instead.
Seeking a hiding place, the night seals us together.
A transient spark lights his face, and in my honor,
He pulls out forgotten dignity from under his flaking coat,
And walks a straight line along the crooked world.”
“This represents a step forward—yes, forward! as in, the correct direction—from Obama’s previous positions on same-sex marriage, which are, in chronological order: supporting same-sex marriage; unsure; domestic partnerships sound pretty cool don’t they–style reverse psychology; ask someone else; so what does everyone think of Girls?; hey, what’s that over there? No, sorry, I thought I saw someone I knew … anyway what were we talking about?; undecided; and civil unions are the best.” — [via]
Duchess Kate sans flesh-colored hose! Somewhere, the executives at Leggs are starting to worry.
More about the royal’s fashion-forward outing—and Pippa’s rumored move to New York City—in our Royal Watch column.
Where the Wild Things Are author Maurice Sendak, age 83, as profiled for us by Dave Eggers.
We love this arresting, Grimm’s-colorplate of a portrait, don’t you?
Photograph by Annie Leibovitz.
We posted this back in July 2011—RIP to a tremendous force in our culture.
The Morgue Lives!
It is a cramped basement annex, stacked high with metal filing cabinets, full of three-fourths of a million pounds of old newspaper clippings and photos, going back 160 years.
It’s simply called “the morgue.”
Congrats to Tumblr’s Jess and Chris and the entire team behind the Storyboard launch—it looks fantastic! (This NYT photo morgue piece was right up our alley.) Meanwhile watch a video about Storyboard’s creation here.
(Source: storyboard)
Winston Churchill’s slippers.
From Churchill Style, newly out from Abrams and written by Barry Singer. More weird Churchillian fashion ephemera, here.