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malformalady:

French designer Margaux Ruyant’s funeral urn entitled Poetree. Poetree is a funeral urn that evolves over time, allowing loved ones to plant a tree in the ashes, while also providing a simple, elegant monument.The Poetree is made out of a ceramic ring with the deceased’s details, plus a cork container and stopper. Relatives can place the deceased’s ashes in the urn and take it home, along with a boxwood tree sapling in a biodegradable pot. When they are ready, the cork stopper is removed, soil can be poured inside the urn, and the small tree may be planted in the ashes.After giving the boxwood tree some time to grow, the urn can then be planted outside, where the cork container can biodegrade, leaving only the ceramic ring as a marker and a living, growing tree to commemorate those who have passed on.

malformalady:

French designer Margaux Ruyant’s funeral urn entitled Poetree. Poetree is a funeral urn that evolves over time, allowing loved ones to plant a tree in the ashes, while also providing a simple, elegant monument.The Poetree is made out of a ceramic ring with the deceased’s details, plus a cork container and stopper. Relatives can place the deceased’s ashes in the urn and take it home, along with a boxwood tree sapling in a biodegradable pot. When they are ready, the cork stopper is removed, soil can be poured inside the urn, and the small tree may be planted in the ashes.After giving the boxwood tree some time to grow, the urn can then be planted outside, where the cork container can biodegrade, leaving only the ceramic ring as a marker and a living, growing tree to commemorate those who have passed on.

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red-lipstick:

Marion  Fayolle (b. 1988, Ardèche, France) - 1: Naughty Train, 2013  2: The Moon, 2013  3: Illustration for the book History of O Grand Journal!, 2012  4: For Muze Magazine, 2012  5: For The New York Times, A Formula for Happiness article, 2013  6: Illustration For A Philosophical Novel, A Search Of His Soul, 2011  7: For The New York Times, The Diagnosis Of Mental Disorders, 2013

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mumpitzhausen asked: "Noir Character Vignette", yes please? Might be the name for the band I'll keep on having someday.

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johnskylar:

(Original post: http://www.johnskylar.com/post/82996706080/masochistic-writer-does-tumblr-ask-event. Tag for all posts: #noirproject.  Since I don’t think tumblr notifies people of asks, I’ll do it for them: mumpitzen , here ya go!)

In this biz, your worst enemy is your client’s memory, because it’ll send you to the red herring market faster than your Jewish grandmother.

They see crimes, they think they remember, but they don’t.

For that, I’ve got Frau Mumpitz, my go-to sketch artist.  She’s an old friend from back when I was a beat cop in the Village.  Feels like fifteen minutes ago that I saw her on the street corner, her table full of sketch art.  A lot of pretty things that bled, and bleeding things that were pretty.  Reminded me of being a cop.

I got her card, and here we are, years later, in her flat, a client describing the guy who kidnapped her daughter, and Mumpitz with a pencil in her mouth and charcoal rubbing over the sketch.  The drawing was black and white, which seemed funny since every time I saw her, her hair was a different color.  Red, this time.  That’s trouble hair.

I scanned the bookshelves, seeing the dark corners of comics and Gaiman novels.  I always liked her type, too smart to be normal.

Problem is, she’s always trying to add fancy beauty elements to the sketches.  A couple of times my clients have complained about a squirrel crawling up a perp’s leg, or a see-through chest cavity.

Screw ‘em, I say.  Reality is boring.

John has a project where he writes Noir Character Vignettes for people inspired on what he finds on their blogs. I don’t even know how to appreciate this adequately.

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madnessandhoney:

interruptmag:

By 13 years-old 53% of girls say they are unhappy with their bodies. When were we happy? Marie C. photographed and interviewed 4-8 year old girls and asked them what they liked about their bodies to find out.

"I like my body because it is magic."

I like my body because it is magic. I LIKE MY BODY BECAUSE IT IS MAGIC. I. Like. My. Body. Because. It. Is. Magic.

This is what we should be teaching and inspiring in our girls.

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ewok89:

“They say I have a sweet ass, nice tits, a real pretty dress. They say I’m their future wife, or I’d look good with their dick in my mouth. They try (and probably succeed at times) to take pictures down my shirt. They ask if they can get my number, they ask where I live, why I’m not smiling, why my boyfriend lets me walk around by myself. Then they ask why I’m such a bitch, if my pussy is made of ice. They say that they never do this, as though I’ve somehow driven them to inappropriate behavior and deserve it. They say they’re just having fun, trying to pay me a compliment. Pretty frequently they get mean, slipping into a loud tourettes-like chant of bitch-whore-cunt-slut.
Before you try to tell me that it’s because I take my clothes off for a living, let me tell you that this started way before I was 18. Let me tell you that every single woman I know has at least one truly terrifying story of street harassment and a whole bunch of other stories that are merely insulting or annoying. Let me remind you that in a room of pornography fans, who have actually seen me with a dick in my mouth and who can buy a replica of my vagina in a can or box, I am treated with far more respect than I am walking down the street.”
—Stoya

ewok89:

They say I have a sweet ass, nice tits, a real pretty dress. They say I’m their future wife, or I’d look good with their dick in my mouth. They try (and probably succeed at times) to take pictures down my shirt. They ask if they can get my number, they ask where I live, why I’m not smiling, why my boyfriend lets me walk around by myself. Then they ask why I’m such a bitch, if my pussy is made of ice. They say that they never do this, as though I’ve somehow driven them to inappropriate behavior and deserve it. They say they’re just having fun, trying to pay me a compliment. Pretty frequently they get mean, slipping into a loud tourettes-like chant of bitch-whore-cunt-slut.

Before you try to tell me that it’s because I take my clothes off for a living, let me tell you that this started way before I was 18. Let me tell you that every single woman I know has at least one truly terrifying story of street harassment and a whole bunch of other stories that are merely insulting or annoying. Let me remind you that in a room of pornography fans, who have actually seen me with a dick in my mouth and who can buy a replica of my vagina in a can or box, I am treated with far more respect than I am walking down the street.

—Stoya

(Source: praxis89, via troublelovesmetroubleneedsme)

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