Collection: The Allure of a Red DressMore Like This
The Allure of a Red Dress
Maybe it’s being the color of blood that makes red such a strong color, especially when displayed in public. It is exotic–a matador’s cape, or a vampire’s, or a flamenco dancer’s skirts. Most women have their “little black dress” for evening’s out. Black tells no secrets. It’s on the occasion of the “red dress” that we suddenly wonder what’s on the someone’s mind.
The message of “red” in novels, films and music is passion barely controlled, of sexual temptation. It is a flashing warning light. Plastic surgery made John Dillinger
Collection: TelephoneMore Like This
Technology is advancing so quickly that our next generation may not be able to identify the technical purpose for the archaic devices in this gallery of telephones and phone booths. The radical evolution of no other single piece of essential equipment in life has ever perfectly denoted which century a story is being told about.
In the 20th century we were tethered by a coiled wire to the wall, in a place specially set aside to conduct phone conversations. In the 21st century everything we need to communicate is carried in a small device in our pocket, freeing us to speak or be s gpoken to from anywhere on the planet.
“The telephone is a good wa
Collection: Hammer Time!More Like This
There is always a reason. A level of insult. An unprovoked assault. A threat of invasion. A refusal to negotiate in good faith. A refusal to compromise. There is always something so unbearable that it must be righted with no more delay and by any means, by even the last means, necessary. That final means is war.
Ever since mankind became able to produce and possess more than necessary for survival, there has been a surplus of resources. It is the treasure that has built our civilization and shaped the special magic and glory of what it is to be a human being.
The struggle for control and division of that treasure sometimes infects men’s minds with a unique
The fog seen by Poor It SackIn the loneliness of the hour, there was It Sack.More Like This
Sack was a kind and gentle soul - letting the need of the hour come in the way without question or any doubts; Sack was a true, honest-to-Ba-eg Bag - well, close to one anyway - that served its master blindly for as long as it could be remembered.
Two Bag Months, sadly - It got lost and torn while carrying grain from the town of some dirty natives to another town inhabited by dirty natives.