mariaschnabel:

I BRAKE FOR BOILED PEANUTS – One of my favorite things about car trips around the South is spotting a boiled-peanuts stand on the side of the road.  Must stop for the salty treat and a taste of country culture.  The stand below can be found before entering the bridge to St. George Island in the Florida Panhandle.

Amen

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Lutyens.  The other resident of Apple Tree Yard.

Lutyens. The other resident of Apple Tree Yard.

Alfred Lyttelton.

Anonymous said: Where can I get the OTC PoW socks? Thanks

I don’t know. O’Connell’s has the navy and white mid calf version. I bought both pairs that Everard’s in D.C. had because I figured that duplicates would be hard to find. 

oldshowbiz:

Buddy Rich


I idolized Gene Krupa when I was a kid. Why? Because he was on the cover of the Slingerland Drum Catalogue that Mr. Summerell, the owner of our local music store, gave me. But Rich was far and away the better drummer.

oldshowbiz:

Buddy Rich

I idolized Gene Krupa when I was a kid.

Why? Because he was on the cover of the Slingerland Drum Catalogue that Mr. Summerell, the owner of our local music store, gave me.

But Rich was far and away the better drummer.

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missfolly:

John Singer Sargent: Reconnoitering, circa 1911

Spent predawn and sunrise time one day last week in Chelsea…walking Tite street and standing on the Battersea bridge.

missfolly:

John Singer Sargent: Reconnoitering, circa 1911

Spent predawn and sunrise time one day last week in Chelsea…walking Tite street and standing on the Battersea bridge.

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fyeahchampagnepapi:

Day 19. Favorite childhood photo of Drake.

fyeahchampagnepapi:

Day 19. Favorite childhood photo of Drake.

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preppybythegraceofgod:

Hamming it up in my first pair of cowboy sleds!

Sublime

dropanchors:

Fake Gioconde
Guy Isnard, one of the first police officials to specialize in art forgeries, curating an exhibition of fakes at the Grand Palais, Paris, 1955.
Photo by Robert Cohen (via)

dropanchors:

Fake Gioconde

Guy Isnard, one of the first police officials to specialize in art forgeries, curating an exhibition of fakes at the Grand Palais, Paris, 1955.

Photo by Robert Cohen (via)

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mal1963 said: Uncle D Saw the post about the sharp green Alden loafers yesterday, really nice stuff but aren't the green Meermin's an ok substitute? The price difference is what I'm thinking of. The quality of the Alden's I don't question, I have a lot of them. Do you want a cigar or a dollah? ML

Bofe

Ok. If I’m only gonna write one story every two or three weeks, I’m gonna make certain that they are zingers.

Go. Read. Now.

http://maxminimus.blogspot.com/2014/10/my-mama-socks-and-hoping-to-die-at-75.html?m=1

Prince of Wales.

preppybythegraceofgod:

So my good bud ADG, known by most as Maxmilian Maxminimus, and encyclopedia of all things tasty, pointed me towards Mark Lasner, the collector of collectors on all things Beerbohm. This shot of the dandy one himself, captures the story behind the story. One of Lasner’s friends was in a fitting for a bespokey doke garment at the hands of the master cutter himself, the famed John Hitchcock of Anderson and Sheppard. As they were talking shop and in particular, double breasted swathings, Hitchcock mentioned to Lasner’s pal he only knew one individual in particular who had adopted this as his signature style, Max Beerbohm. When those words echoed from Hitchcock’s mouth, Mr. Bespoked was quicker than a mouse on a cheese laden springtrap to telephone Lasner. So, Lasner bolts out the door in his finest Flusser threads heading over to get every detail of the play by play. After falling into his own pool of drool and wetting his pants, he commissions the talented Edward Scissorhands of Savile Row’s finest to duplicate the same Birdseye number for himself.


Mark Lasner is an incredible guy. With a staggeringly impressive collection of Beerbohm and Wilde ephemera and then some.

preppybythegraceofgod:

So my good bud ADG, known by most as Maxmilian Maxminimus, and encyclopedia of all things tasty, pointed me towards Mark Lasner, the collector of collectors on all things Beerbohm. This shot of the dandy one himself, captures the story behind the story. One of Lasner’s friends was in a fitting for a bespokey doke garment at the hands of the master cutter himself, the famed John Hitchcock of Anderson and Sheppard. As they were talking shop and in particular, double breasted swathings, Hitchcock mentioned to Lasner’s pal he only knew one individual in particular who had adopted this as his signature style, Max Beerbohm. When those words echoed from Hitchcock’s mouth, Mr. Bespoked was quicker than a mouse on a cheese laden springtrap to telephone Lasner. So, Lasner bolts out the door in his finest Flusser threads heading over to get every detail of the play by play. After falling into his own pool of drool and wetting his pants, he commissions the talented Edward Scissorhands of Savile Row’s finest to duplicate the same Birdseye number for himself.

Mark Lasner is an incredible guy. With a staggeringly impressive collection of Beerbohm and Wilde ephemera and then some.

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