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monacellipress:

The September issue of Vogue features Annie Liebovitz shooting an Edith Wharton-inspired story, “The Custom of the Country”, at the actual home of Wharton in the Berkshires of Massachusetts, The Mount. Author Colm Tóibín revisits the life of Edith from a 21st century literary perspective, examining her friendship with Henry James and her romantic pursuit of Morton Fullerton. 
On September 4th we publish EDITH WHARTON AT HOME, a closer look at the way The Mount reveals Edith’s many passions and relationships. Lesser known than Wharton’s literary accomplishments is her expertise in decorative arts and Italian garden design. She wrote the seminal guide The Decoration of Houses in 1897, ushering in an American era of classic good taste.

The Mount also makes for a spectacular tourist destination.

theprofoundprogrammer:

[text: “design patterns”, photograph of a hedge maze; a bush that once had direction, purpose, and good intent, now corrupted and meandering with no discernible destination in mind]
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theprofoundprogrammer:

[text: “design patterns”, photograph of a hedge maze; a bush that once had direction, purpose, and good intent, now corrupted and meandering with no discernible destination in mind]

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Doily Escort Cards

merrybrides:

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Cute Doily Escort cards. 

* Photo Credit: Style Me Pretty

explore-blog:

Happy birthday, jazz legend Charlie Parker! Celebrate with this timeless portrait by Herman Leonard.

explore-blog:

Happy birthday, jazz legend Charlie Parker! Celebrate with this timeless portrait by Herman Leonard.

The speed and the scale of Bieber’s success have tended to make Braun seem like a lottery winner: a lucky schmo who hit it big. This perception bothers Braun. “I look to the shit talkers to find out what I have to do next,” he told me. After hearing that someone had called him a one-hit wonder, he said, “I decided, I’m not just gonna break one new act, I’m going to break two more.” He took on the management of a British boy band called the Wanted, and he signed Carly Rae Jepsen, a Canadian singer, to his label, Schoolboy Records. Bieber had brought Jepsen to Braun’s attention after he heard her song “Call Me Maybe” on Canadian radio. This summer, with Braun’s encouragement, Bieber made a video of himself and some teen celebrity pals prancing around to the song, which was leaked to YouTube; the song shot to No. 1 on the U.S. singles charts, and has spawned hundreds of other YouTube tributes. (There is a clip of Colin Powell singing it.) During the summer, three of Braun’s acts—Jepsen, Bieber, and the Wanted—reached the top three slots in the Billboard Hot 100. It has become impossible to walk into a drugstore, a dentist’s office, or a slumber party without hearing some emanation from the Bieber-Braun empire.


loser gets rich cuz he is a gay pretty boy

cassiesteele:

honestly, who’s fridge is actually going to look like this?
NEXT. unrelatable.

cassiesteele:

honestly, who’s fridge is actually going to look like this?

NEXT. unrelatable.

cassiesteele:

effing delightful

cassiesteele:

effing delightful

smokingissexy:

Cher
The moon, it turns out, is a great place for men. One-sixth gravity must be a lot of fun, and when Armstrong and Aldrin went into their bouncy little dance, like two happy children, it was a moment not only of triumph but of gaiety. The moon, on the other hand, is a poor place for flags. Ours looked stiff and awkward, trying to float on the breeze that does not blow. (There must be a lesson here somewhere.) It is traditional, of course, for explorers to plant the flag, but it struck us, as we watched with awe and admiration and pride, that our two fellows were universal men, not national men, and should have been equipped accordingly. Like every great river and every great sea, the moon belongs to none and belongs to all. It still holds the key to madness, still controls the tides that lap on shores everywhere, still guards the lovers who kiss in every land under no banner but the sky. What a pity that in our moment of triumph we did not forswear the familiar Iwo Jima scene and plant instead a device acceptable to all: a limp white handkerchief, perhaps, symbol of the common cold, which, like the moon, affects us all, unites us all.

merrybrides:

When you select your bridesmaids—whether one or a dozen—you are choosing people you truly care about, who share a deep connection with you. And just as your bridesmaids have specific wedding responsibilities, you my dear bride, have a responsibility to your girls.

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Choose Wisely

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