reread “moominsummer madness” yesterday. here’s some illustrations i scanned from the book; sorry there’s a couple of blurry patches but the pages of my copy are a bit curled (the hemulen wardress in the second pic got the worst of it even though i rescanned it twice!)
fun fact: this book rules. moominvalley gets flooded and moominpappa writes a play (neither event pictured)
i never get tired of her illustrations
Actually, the photographs are spaced ten years apart, not sixteen.
1912 to 1922.
The young, homeless (but no less dapper) wanderer shown in the first survived the sinking of the Titanic and swam to the shores of West Egg. There he built a life and a large, empty house, in an effort to win the heart of the wealthy, upper class woman he’d fallen in love with a decade earlier and had been separated from against his will.
He shed his earlier identity, and changed his name to reflect his new station. Jack was now known as Jay Gatsby, the eccentric millionaire who threw parties every night in the hopes that one day his love would show up and spin with him as they had long ago in the dance hall of the lower decks.
And then, at the beginning of Inception, he starts out washed up on a shore.
still no oscar
Leo’s entire film career of unrelated projects has better continuity than glee.
reblogging because that comment
that’s messed up guys.
whenever my niece is downstate visiting, i’ve been reading her The Hobbit as a bedtime story. this is the result. my favorite thing: “Here of old was The Rain, king under the mountain.” and i mean her drawing of the Great Worm (aka the Gear Worm) and the Lonely Mountain and OMG SHE TRIED TO COPY THE RUNES I LOVE HER.
books and tea go great together…
there are so many photos of tea and books on tumblr, and a lot of them are ehhhhh. like there are some good books in that stack but a lot of ones i hate or have no interest in reading. like one photo was really nice but one of the books in the stack was A Separate Peace and god i hated that book with a passion. maybe i’ll start taking my own fucking pictures of tea and books.
so last night i started reading The Hobbit to my niece as a bedtime story. she’s the same age i was when i first read it. i am having emotions about this.
plus, there’s the fact that she has basically no attention span, and i could see she was actually interested. she even asked questions about it, which proves she was listening. i read her the first chapter, and when we get to the part where there’s a knock at the door instead of a ring at the bell, her eyes light up and she goes, “That’s Gandalf!” and of course it was. so cute. and she loves Bombur. though i’m pretty sure that is mostly due to her listening to me blab on and on about the book and the films. but still. you can see a lil smile goin’ whenever his name is mentioned. i love it.
A loving family.
No guys, I need to stop and talk about something in this movie and how fucking revolutionary it was; something that I haven’t seen in a movie before or since.
This is a movie about a kid who leaves her birth family.
Not a kid who find that they have a secret lineage or something that allows them to find their ‘true family’ - this is a movie about a kid whose true birth family is made up of bad people. So she gets out. And that is played as the right thing to do. She isn’t punished for it or made to feel bad about ‘abandoning her family’. There isn’t an underlying ‘but they’re your family and you have to love them’ or ‘they’re your family and they love you even if they don’t show it well or do hurtful things’ message of the kind that I see OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER in media. Matilda gets out and lives happily ever after because of it.
We need a million more movies like this to counter the metric shit ton of movies that directly counter this message.
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry —
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll —
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human soul.