This is a series of family photos taken by a Mr.E.A. Ife, mostly in the 1920s. They lived in Cassio Road, Watford, and Mr. Ife ran the ‘Post Office Savings Club Photographic Society’ from there.
all photographs are from the collection of Mike / Abaraphobia
a pretty hefty edition of these things – this past week (and a bit) i actually bookmarked stuff i had seen & liked instead of relying on my terrible memory to pull my favourite internet things from the depths of my brain.
and lastly, i’m not sure how i missed this – but the Duke Silver Trio has a website
(if you don’t watch parks & rec… shame on you.)
what i find pretty strange is that i’m often labelled as a fashion blogger – something i have never called myself. i don’t pretend to know anything about fashion, my knowledge of what goes on in the industry is on par with any other girl (or guy) that occasionally buys vogue or glances over the latest runway shows. my interest in it is purely aesthetic. sometimes it manifests itself in what i choose to wear, though i’d like to think that a person’s taste develops over the years rather than being plucked from the pages of a magazine or whatever trend is running rampant on the runways.
i hope that this blog is more than just a ‘fashion blog’ to you too. i don’t go by any kind of formula for what i choose to post – some weeks there are more fashion posts than anything else, mostly because i’m kind of a tart for a well cut blouse and a nice handbag… just felt i needed to get that off my chest before delving into the Valentino Couture collection. hah!
this has to be my favourite of all the couture collections… except maybe maybe maybe for Givenchy – though, i did not revisit it as much as I did Valentino. i’m not easily swayed by anything too pretty, girly or flouncy when it comes to designer gowns (or clothes in general) – so this collection really hits all the right notes with its medieval & gothic influences.
this past week has been pretty weird – my car was broken into, some of my favourite things were stolen and i’ve been wrestling with an irritating head cold that has overstayed its welcome. but, you know, it’s just a shitty time that will be quickly forgotten and supplanted in my memory by better days and great weeks to come – there’s no point in moping about and feeling sorry for yourself, right?
so i turned to the internet for some cheering up (this usually always works) and after a whole lot of browsing my eyes began to glaze over and i was just about to give up when i discovered the found photo collection of anyjazz65 – made up of over 4000 vintage photos which he has helpfully sorted over at his blog the lost gallery.
all photographs from the collection of anyjazz65
friends, May 1972, El Paso desert. Annette the cussing poet and Bob the voice of the opera–taken with Polariod Land Camera
long haired leaping gnomes, sand dune, 1971, east of El Paso. Paul, the Zen wine salesman, Annette, the cussing poet, and Bob the voice of the opera–and of course there are stories behind each of these titles
trust, on the Mekong, Vietnam, 1970
1971, a smile for a lonely soldier. while I was in Vietnam, my buddy (who was in ‘nam with me) had a sis who sent me letters and pictures to cheer me up–did a good job–mail call was a big deal, especially when it came with a picture of a sweet Cailfornia girl
“you won’t get him to go any faster by talking to him…” just before being drafted, my bud from Vietnam, hanging with unknown cow rider–this was taken early 1971 in the pasture behind his Yorba Linda suburban home–it is no doubt all California suburbia now
The “Hair Days”. Camping in the Davis Mountains, spysgrandson at 23 in August, 1975
tres amigos en El Paso, hippie wedding day, 1975
sprouts and pines. my friend, Dan, hair in ponytail, eating a sprout sandwich in the Sierra Nevada in 1976–the sandwich was on whole wheat–I knew that was important to some of you
the conversation, courtesy of the old Canon F-1. with friends, August, 1976–this beach is at Bodega Bay, the site where Hitchcock’s “The Birds” was filmed a dozen years before–love the clarity of this image taken with the Canon F-1 back in the days before digital.
On top. Organ Mountains, southern New Mexico, 1974, spysgrandson with friends
mysticos in the Sierra Nevada 2, 1976. I found my slides and had them converted into a CD–this pic was previously posted after being scanned from very small original–the 3 men in this photo are the “Tres Amigos” in a photo in my hippie set–this is a year later than the Tres Amigos photo–I had cut my hair to be “establishment”—if that term in that context is strange to you, you will be around long after I am gone–peace
French beauty in the Land of Oblivion. I don’t remember her name (it was 37 years ago)… I only know my friend had a thing for her and she climbed well–she made it to the top of one of the peaks in the Organ Mountains in New Mexico (and she looked much better in real life than in 2D)
desert dwellers, happy hippies hiking. in the Organ Mountains in New Mexico–1970s
all photographs by spysgrandson