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Some cool girls in cars images today:
Girl at the tea party
Image by samgrover
She seemed lost in thought.
Lourdie Asleep in Car Seat November 03, 20104
Image by stevendepolo
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A few nice cool car pictures with girls images I found:
Making Flowers 1
Image by Martin Cathrae
My Great Aunt was in a car accident and broke her neck, so I had some flowers made and took them over to her. The girl (not pictured) and I who came up with the flowers had a great time, neither of us knew what we were doing, we just picked fun looking flowers and this kind lady (who knew what she was doing) put them in a nice arrangement for us. I think my Great Aunt liked them a lot. 
Tagged! 20 Things about me..
Image by pullip_junk
Yeah so I got tagged for one of these meme thingies again ^^;
A) Find a cool, random, picture that helps describe one of your questions.
B) Write 20 things that NO ONE really knows about you (if you don’t have many things, you can shorten the amount)
C) After you’re done, tag all your friends! (I dislike tagging people as I would hate for people to feel obligated, by all means if you want by all means answer).
1. My goal is to live my life without regrets.
2. I am married but my husband is in the military so he is rarely actually home, the last time he was home we sat down and did the math out he is gone an average of nine months of the year. He is currently away and I will probably not see him again until some time this fall. We do have a daughter together she is nicknamed zilla. Zilla is three and a half years old so I am effectively a single working parent to a very lively toddler nine months out of the year.
3. I love Zilla, she is an absolute ray of sunshine. She has a very sweet personality and is extremely friendly/social-able to everyone but is also a complete tomboy. She is definitely going to outgrow me, she is already taller than I was in the second grade and she is not even four yet .
5. I do in fact have a job, sometimes I even have more than a job :O I am always kind of amused when people ask me how I afford to buy all my various toys, the money for which does not fall from the sky but is a result of my hard work. I split my paychecks 50/50 with the zilla with her half going into her savings account and my half mostly going for toys as I don’t really have a lot of bills (well my cell phone bill but that is like a month). My grandparents watch the zilla for me while I am at work, they absolutely adore her and it gives them something to do other than go to the casino so it works out nicely for all parties involved.
6. I’m not really normal, it’s okay I realize it and embrace it – I wouldn’t really want to be normal as I see it as being quite boring, I enjoy being a bit odd. My apartment looks like a toy store because I collect so many different types of toys, I play video games and read comic books even though I am 28 years old and female but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
7. I try not to take things too seriously, I tend to use humor as a defense mechanism and I always try to remain positive even when the odds are against me. While I will sometimes panic over the stupidest stuff when I really need to be I can be very calm and focused on finding a solution.
8. Lately I can’t seem to get enough of listening to the Flobots, which is kind of odd for me as I normally only listen to like Green Day and System of a Down. My favorite song at the moment is "Panacea for the Poison".
9. I generally only sleep three to four hours a night, every great now and then I will crash out and sleep through like twenty four straight but yeah for the most part I don’t sleep all that much.
10. I have never attended a public school, I have gone to exclusively Catholic schools even the college I graduated from was Catholic (not to mention all girl).
11. Speaking of college, my bachelor’s degree is in sociology I did my thesis on pornography re: the sociological standpoint. I now know far more about pornography from the analytic standpoint than anyone ever really should. I don’t even like porn, they rejected my original thesis so I was a smartass and countered with this idea never thinking they would okay it >_<
12. My car a bright orange chevy cobalt named Pumpkin just recently rolled over 100,000 miles; I bought it brand new from the dealership all on my own and I love it to death so far it’s been very reliable I’m worried it will be less so now though. If I had to get another car to replace it would be a 2010 camaro in synergy green and it’s name would be Gir.
13. I love netflix so much, I love films and I have really eclectic tastes I can always find something to watch on netflix no matter what my mood is versus trying to physically have to dig through and look for the dvds. I’ve noticed that almost all of my favorite films center on crime but I also love a good social horror film where the stuff in the movie may not be horrific physically it is messed up on a whole different level a good example of this would be Love Object.
14. I don’t talk too fast, you listen too slow. Bonus points awarded if anyone can keep up when I am speaking to one of my other multilingual friends and we are rapidly switching back and forth between two or three different languages (on that note: English is not actually my first language but it’s the one I speak day-to-day).
15. I’ve seen Frank Sinatra, Green Day, System of a Down, Gladys Knight, Alice Cooper, Jimmy Buffet, No Doubt, the Pillows and Fallout Boy in concert among others those are just the ones that really stand out in my memory. I managed to get autographs from all of the Pillows on a FLCL plush and all of Fallout Boy on an LP.
16. If not for the hubby (well not hubby at that point) handing me his psp while we were in line at an anime convention and my being introduced to the Rozen Maiden anime via his psp, there would not be any dolls. I got Shinku for my birthday that year and it has been all downhill ever since. When/if I am absolutely done collecting dolls I intend to save up and buy Volks SD Shinku as my final doll.
17. I consider Pullip to be one true dolly love, I am just revoltingly unfaithful to her with my mistresses: bjds and dollfie dreams… I am not above the equivalent of a one night stand with secondary dolly loves like blythes and monster high dolls.
18. I do not consider myself to be a good photographer, occasionally I have moments of absolute brilliance but most of the time it’s all rubbish. I’m improving but I sadly do not really have time to devote to photography right now as I am so busy between work and raising a rather lively toddler on my own, I did recently buy myself a rather marvelous photography lighting system but I have yet to have the time to set it up or figure out where exactly I am going to put it just yet.
19. If I really had the time/energy/devotion I could actually do a 365 doll project now if I wanted to without any disclaimers about not owning 365 dolls. For anyone curious I currently own 251 Pullips (+3 incoming), 77 dals, 23 taeyangs, 14 Byuls, 3 isuls, 2 namus, 44 mini pullips/dals, 38 bjds (+ 5 incoming), 21 Dollfie Dreams (+ 4 incoming), 5 Blythes (+ 2 incoming), 2 mama chapps, 4 j-dolls, 4 hestia, 50+ Monster High dolls, several Lalaloopsy and a single Peteena
20. I have so many dolls that I have a doll room, though truthfully it is not just for them.. I also have all my comics stuff, My Little Ponies, various anime figures/manga and other random toys on display in there but it’s just a lot simpler to call it the doll room.
midsummer nights dream
Image by tonbabydc
(FRIENDS – I did my best not to go overboard, but let’s all agree to assume that most of these links are at least *technically* NSFW, ok?)
*******
"Hi, um, is this where I get the tickets for the Masquerade?"
The girl across the counter gave me a bored look, raising her eyebrows as she approached. "You mean for the Midsummer Night’s Dream," she said by way of correction. "Yep."
For some reason or another, the only place I could purchase tickets for this event was at a sex shop, which made things awkward. It’s not like I was in any way a novice at being in porn shops — and this happened to be an exceptionally upscale sex shop at that. But I wasn’t in the custom of making conversation with the people who worked in them, much less asking for their assistance of any kind.
However, she was far less uncomfortable with the situation than I was, in her cat’s eye glasses, retro sailor tats and ill-fitting pistachio-green tee-shirt, all of which screamed, "too cool for you scenester".
"One?" she assumed.
"Yup," I said, feeling smaller by the second.
The printer spat the tickets out, I handed over my (!!!!!), and out the door I went, not even bothering to check out any other merchandise in the store.
(Within maybe 5 minutes, I felt the need to correct this, so I pulled the rental car up to one of Atlanta’s never-ending choices of low-brow adult boutiques to check things out. Immediately, some little old creep approached me, and apropos to nothing at all, blurts out, "Fuckin’ women. Ole O.J. had the right idea all along."
I turned slightly, looked over him for a split second, and forced an empathetic smirk that made me feel a little queasy. Taking this as an invitation to converse more freely, this little weirdo asks me if I’d ever been to the lingerie shop next door. "They won’t let ya touch em, but they sure will get close to ya."
No matter how curious this statement was — and it’s a doozy, for sure — I declined to inquire. I instead put down whatever it was I’d been considering buying and got the hell out of the store, wondering the entire time exactly WHAT IS IT with this weird town.)
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The hours passed and I’m sure I wasted each of them in anticipation of my porno star party that night. Eventually, I trucked on down to the neighborhood where the club was at, maybe see if I could find the Varsity for a quick bite, then try and be there when the doors opened. (Such a rookie move).
But when I hit the neighborhood, I freaked. There was a line of maybe 50 men already formed, and the place wasn’t scheduled to open for another half hour. This was crazy! In desperate fear of missing something, I threw all common sense to the wind, parked the car in the first paid lot I could find and rushed on over to the gate so I could stand in line in the Atlanta summer heat with a whole bunch of other dudes.
This was utterly nonsensical.
Mind you, this was a few years before the wide availability of Internet porn…a time when the concept of porn was slightly more stigmatizing and sleazier, and when the porn-consuming community truly was a cult collection of misfits, freaks and losers. And here I was, sweating my butt cheeks together with them all.
The absurdity of it all became even more clear when one of the starlets scheduled to appear that evening came out of the club briefly to deliver a few pitchers of water to the crowd control employees. A cheer of hoots and whistles rose up, immediately followed by the chant of "Ron! Ron! Ron!" – an ultimately futile evocation of the nights emcee, Mr. Ron Jeremy.
(I overheard one particularly self-aware enthusiast asking his friends, "Y’all think its weird that we’re 20 feet from Coral Sands, but the only person we’re excited about is Ron Jeremy?").
Impressively enough, the doors opened shortly thereafter, and the party got rolling on schedule.
First up on the agenda was a band unfortunately slated to warm the crowd up, then to play in between "sets" of Mr. Jeremy’s emcee/comedy duties, and the obligatory parading of porn stars onto the stage to tease the crowd of sweaty dudes.
They were talented for sure, but they played a long-winded set of mathy, vaguely Rush-style rock which only made the crowd surly and impatient. Before their last song of the first set, a young, muscular African American man behind me bellowed out "GET THE FUCK OFF THE STAGE!" He and the people around him grinned mischievously, but they clearly spoke for the crowd, which was growing more hostile by the moment.
Finally, the Hedgehog took the stage to a wild, cheering ovation. I can’t remember much of his material, but I do recall being impressed with his jokes, his improv, and his timing. What can you say….the guy’s a legend.
He did four or five minutes of material, then brought out a few starlets at a time to get the crowd rowdy. After another five or ten minutes of teasing the boys with half-hearted boob flashes, Jeremy would come back and introduce the band again. After another twenty excruciating minutes of music (for the crowd as well as the performers, I surmise), Ron Jeremy would waddle back on stage and repeat the process.
I’m not saying that it wasn’t fun or exciting, because it was. But the evening was also a shit show of the highest degree.
Sure I got to see Shane’s precious butt crack when she crouched down while dancing on stage. From the back of the club I thought I saw the diminutive Rebecca Lord pull up her skirt for the masses. Later, a bloated and rather unattractive Kaitlyn Ashley stumbled onto the stage and made a whole lot of gestures to the crowd that were, frankly, kind of gross (only men in KISS are supposed to have tongues that freakishly long).
Then, some African American girl with extreme breast implants attempted to perform her soon-to-be-released "hit single" only to have to restart twice when her dance routine fervor forced her to miss her cue. Next, a lanky Christi Lake took the stage to solicit applications for new talent for her upcoming ami-pro video concept.
Maybe an hour into the show the cops showed up and issued a warning about the nudity (of which there really wasn’t much, but the rules are the rules, I guess).
Things were tamer for much of the rest of the night, and the crowd thinned just slightly. In fact, at some point during one of Ron Jeremy’s sets, I’d found enough room to get myself up near the front of the stage. Surveying the crowd around me, I noticed that I somehow was standing directly next to 1980′s legend P.J. Sparxx…whom I’d been told by no less of an authority than PornMaster-T, had "the greatest ass in the entire adult entertainment industry."
This was an odd twist, as the vast majority pf the performers this evening were not really socializing with the crowd. But there she was next to me. She might have smelled like a mixture of perfume and cigarettes, and she might have been sporting a brand new set of fake breasts, and she might have been shorter and more broad-shouldered than I’d expect her to be, but in her conservative green sweater-shirt and floor-length black skirt the women was something of a vision. I believe that she was probably the only woman all night who I would call beautiful.
I smiled to her. To my surprise, she smiled back at me. What was happening? Was I connecting with a porn star? Where could this go? Was the impossible about to happen? Would we talk? Would I go home with her? And had I just found the crucial professional connection who could help get me out of the Yellow Pages business and into a career field more suited to what I considered to be my natural talents and God-given gifts?
These thoughts had little time to materialize, as she looked directly past me and flashed a huge Cheshire cat smile. Still grinning, I turned around to follow her gaze, only to notice a split second later that she was posing for a professional photographer who had been covering the event.
There I was, standing close enough to a porn star that I could feel her breath on my shoulder (…ew), grinning like an idiot, and getting my picture taken by "industry media". No doubt, the editors at AVN News couldn’t be bothered to crop out my goofy-ass mug, and somewhere in a back issue from 1997 there’s a picture of P.J. with my dumb scarecrow face looming above her.
I prefer not to give this much thought.
It really didn’t take long for the party to wrap up. Ron Jeremy said good night, the stars waved good night, and the band declined to play a final set. The place was emptying out, and most everyone had lost interest in the novelty of the evening some time ago. Like the rest of the trip, this evening had been a great disappointment.
I spotted the skinny, bespectacled guitar player of the band dragging his amp off the stage and I moved forward to offer a word of encouragement, from one musician to another. I was in a mathy-rock band of my own, called the Queegs, and I thought that perhaps if he ever toured the D.C. area we could work together for a gig.
"Hey man, you sounded good tonight."
"Thanks," he said smiling in a kind of shell shocked way.
"Listen, do you think you’ll ever play D.C.? Cuz I’m actually in this band, and…."
"Or L.A.??? Are you gonna play L.A.? You guys need to play L.A.!!!"
I had been interrupted by one of the performers from that evening, an attractive, petite blond who had exposed her bolt-on breasts earlier in the evening (Despite my troubling, nearly encyclopedic knowledge of 90′s porn, I have no idea who this young woman was).
"Actually, we are playing L.A. in October," the guitar player said, brightening up but still dazed and confused by the circumstances of the evening.
"Can I help you with your stuff?" she asked him, gesturing to the mountain of equipment that his band was loading out.
"Sure," he said, shrugging at me in a way that dictated that our conversation would have to end now. It seemed like a fitting end to the night, and to the trip.
Defeatedly trudging back to the bar, I settled my tab and headed to the doors.
And that is exactly when I ran into Ron Jeremy, who was headed TO the bar.
I didn’t want the night to be a total bust. I wanted to have a story – any story – about something awesome that had happened in Atlanta. And so I approached him and said the very first thing that popped into my head.
Extending my hand, I smiled and announced, "Sir, I just wanted to say that I love your work."
He stared at me for a very long time, saying nothing. It gave me a chance to really look the guy over. He was impossibly short and overweight. He was unshaven, and his porn-stache needed a trim, as did his hair. He was dressed in brown corduroy pants and a Hawaiian shirt, and he was carrying….of all things….a crocheted hand bag.
He was a legend of adult film, and he looked like nothing quite so much as a wino.
We held our stare for another second and he smiled slightly as he shook my hand. (He has very soft hands…..).
He said nothing, but his weary smile told the story of a tired man who would thank me if he could. But he would prefer if I would get out of his way.
Defeated once more, I found my rental car and headed back to my hotel room, disgusted with how I’d spent my vacation, and wondering if a stop at the Tattle-Tail would make things better, or make them worse.
The answer, if you’re curious, is not "better."
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Some cool sports cars girls images today:
Exemplary tuned Mercedes-Benz E-Class 4-door in London @ The Four Seasons Hotel Canary Wharf. What a great car! Enjoy the quality lines!:)
Image by || UggBoy♥UggGirl || PHOTO || WORLD || TRAVEL ||
The Mercedes-Benz E-Class is a range of executive-size cars manufactured by Mercedes-Benz in various engine and body configurations. The E initially stood for Einspritzmotor, (German for fuel injection); a new feature in volume production vehicles at the time that the E-Class first appeared, with the E as a suffix to the engine nomenclature (e.g. 230E) in the 1950s. It was not until the launch of the facelifted W124 that the E was used as a prefix (i.e. E220) and the model referred to officially as the E-Class (or E-Klasse). At this time all Mercedes cars used fuel injection and the company felt it was not necessary to add this as a distinguishing feature. Due to the E-Class’ size and durability, the cars also frequently serve as taxis in European countries. Older models like the W123 and W124 are used in Malaysia as inter-state taxis, and the most current model is used in Singapore as a taxi, and Mercedes-Benz offers a taxi specification as well as other special-purpose vehicles (e.g. police or ambulance modifications) from the factory.
BY WIKIPEDIA! ENJOY THE DRIVE OF YOUR LIFE!
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercedes-Benz_E-Class
VISIT MERCEDES-BENZ ON THE INTERNET:
www.mercedes-benz.ie/content/ireland/mpc/mpc_ireland_webs…
SEE THE E-CLASS IN ACTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lSeHspA_lY
ENJOY THE PHOTOGRAPHY AND THE LINKS! EXPLORE MORE!
Exemplary tuned Mercedes-Benz E-Class 4-door in London @ The Four Seasons Hotel Canary Wharf. What a great car! Enjoy the quality lines!:)
Image by || UggBoy♥UggGirl || PHOTO || WORLD || TRAVEL ||
The Mercedes-Benz E-Class is a range of executive-size cars manufactured by Mercedes-Benz in various engine and body configurations. The E initially stood for Einspritzmotor, (German for fuel injection); a new feature in volume production vehicles at the time that the E-Class first appeared, with the E as a suffix to the engine nomenclature (e.g. 230E) in the 1950s. It was not until the launch of the facelifted W124 that the E was used as a prefix (i.e. E220) and the model referred to officially as the E-Class (or E-Klasse). At this time all Mercedes cars used fuel injection and the company felt it was not necessary to add this as a distinguishing feature. Due to the E-Class’ size and durability, the cars also frequently serve as taxis in European countries. Older models like the W123 and W124 are used in Malaysia as inter-state taxis, and the most current model is used in Singapore as a taxi, and Mercedes-Benz offers a taxi specification as well as other special-purpose vehicles (e.g. police or ambulance modifications) from the factory.
BY WIKIPEDIA! ENJOY THE DRIVE OF YOUR LIFE!
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercedes-Benz_E-Class
VISIT MERCEDES-BENZ ON THE INTERNET:
www.mercedes-benz.ie/content/ireland/mpc/mpc_ireland_webs…
SEE THE E-CLASS IN ACTION:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lSeHspA_lY
ENJOY THE PHOTOGRAPHY AND THE LINKS! EXPLORE MORE!
A few nice all car games for girls images I found:
Queen Anne high school
Image by angus mcdiarmid
Map of important sites of interest in the old Queen Anne high school, Dunfermline, with an emphasis on the mid to late 1980s, the school’s finest years. (Coincidentally, the ones during which I was a pupil.) Following that period, it went into a period of decline, which culminated in its demolition in 2003.
While compiling the notes, I was surprised to learn just how many of my memories of high school are to do with Freaky Philp – a skinny, red-headed and quite violent boy who terrified me in earlier years but turned out to be a pretty okay guy. I wonder what he’s up to these days…
You can see it on Google maps here. Oddly, while the satellite view still shows the school before it was demolished, the street view shows the new housing estate that was built in the past few years.
(Click here for a similar memory map of the village I grew up in.)
deep blue
Image by micah rich
hm. so it’s been a while, eh?
well.
ive been home for a little over a week now. my sister & nana came to visit. i didn’t get put on the boat schedule anyway. and it was kinda cool, casey and i got along pretty well, and all four of us did a bunch of stuff together. i didn’t do much besides work & hang out with my family.
and now, it’s week #2. casey & nana have gone, and it’s back to normal. charlie’s in the shop, unfortunately. there’s a big long story about how i slid backwards down a hill, because my brakes didn’t work, and ended up getting stuck with a stalled motor directly on the railroad tracks. but i won’t go into it. i brought him into dunn tire to get fixed up, and it’ll cost me a cool 0 bills. but it’s necessary. it won’t be done till thursday, probably, so i’ve been a little bit stuck at home, but not too bad. dad let me borrow his car tonight, and i went over to have dinner with alec and his friend-thats-a-girl amy. both nice kids. amy is new, hadn’t met her before yesterday, accidentally running into them at the grocery store. so they invited me over for a delicious vegan meal, and that’s what we had. we watched old episodes of the office (before pam & jim were together!) and had a nice time. there was a party later on at kyles, he told me, so we decided to check it out.
check it out we did. apparently kyle & mike have parties every tuesday. who knew. i mean, i knew, but i forgot. so there were a handful of kids i’d met, and a handful i hadn’t, but they were all super nice. they mostly just play beer pong, but in honor of the late michael jackson, a super-tall girl had dressed up like she was headed to a funeral, and demanded michael jackson hits be playing all evening. she could not stop dancing, and no one minded. she was cute. and there were others; quite a few, actually, and i can’t remember most of their names. alyssa, who was silly and reminded me of another alyssa i used to know. amanda, who was also cute, and we got along nicely. gary, who is abby’s boyfriend, whom i’d met but forgot – he is way too nice for that girl. she’s not like she used to be, but he’s a very nice guy and gets bossed around a bit. and who knows, a bunch others. i played a little beer pong, cuz it’s a fun game, but didn’t have much to drink. i never do – partly, i don’t care about drunkenness, and partly i always drive. it just works out that way.
it was a really fun night. it’s a shame i’m not around more often. but working on the boat, and being at camp… even if it isn’t permanent, it’s just getting to the part where i’m gonna have to start giving up things i want to do because i have to work. i guess when we get to that point, i can evaluate. it gives me confidence to think of it as a hobby, rather than a job that i need to make money.
i miss living in california. but things are going well here.
Check out these hot cars and girls images today:
Donington (123)
Image by SOURCECARS
Mat Jackson
Image by Brian Digital
Redstone Racing
Ford Focus, hot front brakes!!
Some cool cars for girls images today:
Crowded bike car
Image by Richard Masoner / Cyclelicious
Okay, here’s what the bike car interior really looks like these days. The bike racks are fully occupied and there are people standing with their bikes in every little bit of open space available. This is between the California Avenue and University Avenue stops in Palo Alto, California.
This is an "old style" Nippon Sharyo "gallery" cab car modified to carry bikes. Caltrain owns 27 of these modified gallery cab cars.
The red bike in the right foreground is mine, next to the blue Diamondback to which it’s somewhat related. The red bike is a Centurion I purchased new in 1987. Centurion (actually Western States Imports, a distributor) started a mountain bike line about that time that they called Diamondback. The Centurion brand was dropped in about 1990 or so and just became Diamondback.
Some time later the Diamondback brand was sold off to Raleigh.
If you bring your bike on the train in the Bay Area, please see the discussion on Caltrain’s Bicycle Master Plan.
Now let’s see how many different Flickr groups I can send this to!
girl for Land Rover, discovery
Image by Jackson Lee
The Discovery is cool, but the girl looks a little dull
Some cool sports cars girls images today:
Honda CBF Stunner
Image by NA.dir
Sports Concept
Some cool all car games for girls images today:
Expulsion from Number 8 Eden Close
Image by failing_angel
Mixed material tapestry by Grayson Perry
Part of ‘The Vanity of Small Differences’ – a series of 6 tapestries (200x400cm)
In The Vanity of Small Differences Grayson Perry explores his fascination with taste and the visual story it tells of our interior lives in a series of six tapestries at Victoria Miro and three programmes, All in the Best Possible Taste with Grayson Perry, for Channel 4. The artist goes on a safari amongst the taste tribes of Britain, to gather inspiration for his artworks, literally weaving the characters he meets into a narrative partly inspired by Hogarth’s A Rake’s Progress.
Grayson Perry comments: "The tapestries tell the story of class mobility, for I think nothing has as strong an influence on our aesthetic taste as the social class in which we grow up. I am interested in the politics of consumerism and the history of popular design but for this project I focus on the emotional investment we make in the things we choose to live with, wear, eat, read or drive. Class and taste run deep in our character – we care. This emotional charge is what draws me to a subject".
Perry has always worked with traditional media; ceramics, cast iron, bronze, printmaking and tapestry. He is interested in how each historic category of object accrues over time intellectual and emotional baggage. Tapestry is the art form of grand houses: depicting classical myths, historical and religious scenes and epic battles. In this series of works Perry plays with idea of using this ancient allegorical art to elevate the commonplace dramas of modern British life.
The artist’s primary inspiration was A Rake’s Progress (1732 -33) by William Hogarth, which in eight paintings tells the story of Tom Rakewell, a young man who inherits a fortune from his miserly father, spends it all on fashionable pursuits and gambling, marries for money, gambles away a second fortune, goes to debtors’ prison and dies in a madhouse.
The Vanity of Small Differences tells the story of the rise and demise of Tim Rakewell and is composed of characters, incidents and objects Perry encountered on journeys through Sunderland, Tunbridge Wells and The Cotswolds. Hogarth has long been an influence on Perry’s works, his Englishness, his robust humour and his depiction of, in his own words, ‘modern moral subjects’. The secondary influence comes from Perry’s favourite form of art, early Renaissance painting.
Each of the six images, to a greater or lesser extent, pays homage to a religious work. Including Masaccio’s Expulsion from the Garden of Eden, Matthias Grünewald’s Isenheim Altarpiece, Rogier Van de Weyden’s Lamentation and three different paintings of The Annunciation by Carlo Crivelli, Grünewald and Robert Campin. The images also reference the pictorial display of wealth and status in The Arnolfini Portrait by Jan Van Eyck and Mr & Mrs Andrews by Thomas Gainsborough. Woven into each tapestry are snatches of text, each one in the voice of a participant in the scene illustrated. Each image also features a small dog, reminiscent of Hogarth’s beloved pug, Trump.
The Expulsion from Number Eight Eden Close, 2012
Tim is at university studying computer science, where he is going steady with a nice girl from Tunbridge Wells. Tim’s mother and stepfather now live on a private development and own a luxury car. She hoovers the Astroturf lawn, he returns from a game of golf.
There has been an argument and Tim and his girlfriend are leaving. They pass through a rainbow. Jamie Oliver, the god of social mobility, looks down. They are guilty of a sin just like Adam and Eve in Masaccio’s Expulsion from the Garden of Eden.
A dinner party is just starting. Tim’s girlfriend’s parents and fellow guests toast the new arrival.
[Initial text from Victoria Miro Gallery, description of each piece by Grayson Perry from C4 website]
Previously a furniture factory, the Victoria Miro Gallery lies just off City Road. The garden at the back also holds a reclaimed part of Regent’s Canal at Wenlock Basin.
concrete
Image by JKönig
"concrete"
it’s a sunny saturday morning
circa 1979
i’m sitting on the steps of my building
waiting for daddy to come get me
the daffodils are dead
but the hyacinths are screaming
and the grass needs mowing
i sit, waiting, for hours
sometimes
i stand up and stretch
looking down and checking
but i can still see my feet
no boobs yet to speak of
still just a girl
waiting
engine sounds
coming up the street
i jump up and look
leaning
but it’s not him
not his dirt-brown datsun z
doing 80 on the parkway
eight-year-old girl strapped in beside him
wine and white powder
giving the car its wings
the guardrail coming so close
she can touch it
no
it’s a light blue station wagon
filled with some other family
sitting back down on the concrete
crumbled dust sticking to my skin
i wait
watching the squirrels play their chasing game
swirling around the chestnut tree
Expulsion from Number 8 Eden Close
Image by failing_angel
Mixed material tapestry by Grayson Perry
Part of ‘The Vanity of Small Differences’ – a series of 6 tapestries (200x400cm)
In The Vanity of Small Differences Grayson Perry explores his fascination with taste and the visual story it tells of our interior lives in a series of six tapestries at Victoria Miro and three programmes, All in the Best Possible Taste with Grayson Perry, for Channel 4. The artist goes on a safari amongst the taste tribes of Britain, to gather inspiration for his artworks, literally weaving the characters he meets into a narrative partly inspired by Hogarth’s A Rake’s Progress.
Grayson Perry comments: "The tapestries tell the story of class mobility, for I think nothing has as strong an influence on our aesthetic taste as the social class in which we grow up. I am interested in the politics of consumerism and the history of popular design but for this project I focus on the emotional investment we make in the things we choose to live with, wear, eat, read or drive. Class and taste run deep in our character – we care. This emotional charge is what draws me to a subject".
Perry has always worked with traditional media; ceramics, cast iron, bronze, printmaking and tapestry. He is interested in how each historic category of object accrues over time intellectual and emotional baggage. Tapestry is the art form of grand houses: depicting classical myths, historical and religious scenes and epic battles. In this series of works Perry plays with idea of using this ancient allegorical art to elevate the commonplace dramas of modern British life.
The artist’s primary inspiration was A Rake’s Progress (1732 -33) by William Hogarth, which in eight paintings tells the story of Tom Rakewell, a young man who inherits a fortune from his miserly father, spends it all on fashionable pursuits and gambling, marries for money, gambles away a second fortune, goes to debtors’ prison and dies in a madhouse.
The Vanity of Small Differences tells the story of the rise and demise of Tim Rakewell and is composed of characters, incidents and objects Perry encountered on journeys through Sunderland, Tunbridge Wells and The Cotswolds. Hogarth has long been an influence on Perry’s works, his Englishness, his robust humour and his depiction of, in his own words, ‘modern moral subjects’. The secondary influence comes from Perry’s favourite form of art, early Renaissance painting.
Each of the six images, to a greater or lesser extent, pays homage to a religious work. Including Masaccio’s Expulsion from the Garden of Eden, Matthias Grünewald’s Isenheim Altarpiece, Rogier Van de Weyden’s Lamentation and three different paintings of The Annunciation by Carlo Crivelli, Grünewald and Robert Campin. The images also reference the pictorial display of wealth and status in The Arnolfini Portrait by Jan Van Eyck and Mr & Mrs Andrews by Thomas Gainsborough. Woven into each tapestry are snatches of text, each one in the voice of a participant in the scene illustrated. Each image also features a small dog, reminiscent of Hogarth’s beloved pug, Trump.
The Expulsion from Number Eight Eden Close, 2012
Tim is at university studying computer science, where he is going steady with a nice girl from Tunbridge Wells. Tim’s mother and stepfather now live on a private development and own a luxury car. She hoovers the Astroturf lawn, he returns from a game of golf.
There has been an argument and Tim and his girlfriend are leaving. They pass through a rainbow. Jamie Oliver, the god of social mobility, looks down. They are guilty of a sin just like Adam and Eve in Masaccio’s Expulsion from the Garden of Eden.
A dinner party is just starting. Tim’s girlfriend’s parents and fellow guests toast the new arrival.
[Initial text from Victoria Miro Gallery, description of each piece by Grayson Perry from C4 website]
Previously a furniture factory, the Victoria Miro Gallery lies just off City Road. The garden at the back also holds a reclaimed part of Regent’s Canal at Wenlock Basin.
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Girl Car Wash 20
Image by stef_dit_patoc
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Girl Car Wash 23
Image by stef_dit_patoc
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Image by Pop Culture Geek
photo 2011 PopCultureGeek.com
taken by Doug Kline
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GT open & European F3
Image by João Carlos Soares
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Image by Dennis Burger
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Image by CAA Photography ™
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