TheSeaVoices

The hedgerows in Cheshire are all iced in pale lace, it's breathtaking.

I snapped this from the car window in the rain to check if they're called Cow Parsley when I was web-led to this beautiful poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

The House of Life: 19. Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,—

The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:

Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms

'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.

All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,

Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge

Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.

'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly

Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:—

So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.

Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,

This close-companioned inarticulate hour

It's all about the honeysuckle tonight, the air has invisible chunky blocks of perfume you walk through.

This live performance: slow, slinky, sensual delivery by Seal like he has all the time in the world and just wandered on stage- crouching down like he's full of immense power that could unfurl at any moment, then standing tall, hips-first with Adamski's live, durrrty music for Killer is one of the sexiest things I ever witnessed on Top Of The Pops.

HIS JACKET! Where did that come from? The hair, the bangles, the medal thing... the... leather... fucking pants, then he takes OFF the jacket - and why wouldn't he- look at him- what is that tits-out spray-on top? Those kinky little gloves.

The hedgerows in Cheshire are all iced in pale lace, it's breathtaking.

I snapped this from the car window in the rain to check if they're called Cow Parsley when I was web-led to this beautiful poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

The House of Life: 19. Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,—

The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:

Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms

'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.

All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,

Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge

Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.

'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly

Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:—

So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.

Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,

This close-companioned inarticulate hour

Cellulose nitrate was used to make dice from the late 1860s until the middle of the twentieth century, and the material remains stable for decades. Then, in a flash, they can dramatically decompose. Nitric acid is released in a process called outgassing. The dice cleave, crumble, and then implode.

Dylan Cary

photo by Elys Berroteran

fashion by Carlos Pineda

Hugh Dancy as Lee in The Big C

The hedgerows in Cheshire are all iced in pale lace, it's breathtaking.

I snapped this from the car window in the rain to check if they're called Cow Parsley when I was web-led to this beautiful poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

The House of Life: 19. Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,—

The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:

Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms

'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.

All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,

Are golden kingcup fields with silver edge

Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.

'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly

Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:—

So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.

Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,

This close-companioned inarticulate hour