#1989 jane

[katharinepar]

the six wives of henry viii as taylor swift album covers

[dozydawn]

[saneperfectdoller]

RTC Heathers

Ocean - Heather Chandler

Constance - Heather Duke

Jane Doe - Heather McNamara

Ricky - Veronica

Who would Noel and Mischa be?

[missjaneasher]

John Gordon Sinclair, Jane Asher, Rowan Atkinson and Jimmy Nail in the sketch “National Hack Service” that was shown as part of the Night of TV 1989 on March 10, 1989 in London, England. ✨🤍

[enrapturingpotato]

I made some wallpapers for your enjoyment, more are on the way!

[this-machine-runs-on-coffee]

"FREEZE YOUR BRAIN" THIS IS NOT AN EXACT TRANSLATION, THIS IS AN ADAPTATION (AND ONE THAT STILL NEEDS TONS OF FIXING AT THAT)

I regret my life choices of not being able to actually start studying. Here's "Freeze Your Brain" adapted in Italian!

ASK ME FOR PERMISSION BEFORE USING THIS, DO CREDIT ME IF YOU EVER USE THIS (I doubt you will it’s impractical and still needs so much fixing it’s unbelievable) AND TELL ME/LINK WHATEVER YOU USED IT FOR USING REBLOGS (because for some reason Tumblr doesn’t like comments with links and while I do think I understand why I don’t always like it)

(the apostrophes [or however ’ is called] are used to shorten the number of syllables often in poetry so I’m obviously abusing that power.)

[J.D.] Sono stato in dieci superiori Tutte la stessa scenetta Inutile abituarsi Perché ce ne andiamo di fretta Mio padre tiene nel baule pronti due bagagli Quindi è solo una questione di ricaricarli I nomi non imparo Che faccia è di chi non m'è chiaro La fiducia in questa oasi di cemento riparo Sembra che ogni volta che sto per disperarmi C'è un 7-Eleven ad aspettarmi Ogni negozio è lo stesso Da Las Vegas all'Ohio Corsie di linoleum che adoro Vagare io Prego al mio altare di granita; Sì, adoro quella dolce botta di vita...

Congela il cervello Succhia dalla cannuccia Meglio di un coltello Arriva la felicità Quando tutto se ne va A chi serve uno spinello? Congela il cervello Congela il cervello

[J.D., parlato] Ti va un tiro?

[VERONICA, parlato] La tua mammina sa che mangi tutta quella merda?

[J.D., parlato] Non più

(cantato) Quando mamma era viva Vivevamo quasi normalmente Ora siamo solo io e mio padre Stiamo meno formalmente Ho imparato a cucinare Le tasse a pagare; Imparato che'l mondo Nemmeno un cent ti vorrà dare Il tuo futuro hai pianificato Veronica Sawyer Andrai a qualche college E sposerai un avvocato Ma il cielo farà male Quando su di te sarà demolito Quindi è meglio se Il tuo muro l'avrai già costruito...

Congela il cervello Nuota nel ghiaccio Perditi nel suo doloroso bello Chiudi bene i tuoi occhi Fino a che non ti vedran quegli sciocchi Non diventare uno zimbello

Congela il cervello Distruggiti il teschio Combatti il dolore con uno più bello Dimentica chi sei Liberati da quel peso Dimentica in un mese e mezzo Riavrai lo stesso frainteso Quando la voce nella tua testa Dice ch'uno come te è meglio se non resta Non ascoltare a quello

Solo congela il cervello Congela il cervello Vai avanti e congela il cervello...

(parlato) Provaci So, direct translation! (used in this to specify the meanings and explain certain word choices)

[J.D.] I've been through ten high schools They're all the same little scene (but little in this case is meant in a negative light) No point getting used to it 'Cause we're gone in a hurry My dad keeps two suitcases ready in the den So it's only a matter of refilling(/repacking) them I don't learn the names Whose faces is whose isn't clear to me My trust resides in this concrete oasis Seems every time I'm about to despair There's a 7-Eleven waiting for me Each store is the same From Las Vegas to Ohio Linoleum aisles that I love To walk around in I pray at my altar of slush; Yeah, I live for sweet hit of life (or however you call that, basically gives life force again but something that gives you life force not in a literal sense)...

Freeze your brain Suck from that straw Better than a knife Happiness comes When everything goes Who needs a joint? Freeze your brain Freeze your brain

[J.D., spoken] You want a hit?

[VERONICA, spoken] Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?

[J.D., spoken] Not anymore

(sung) When mom was alive We lived almost normally But now it's just me and my dad We live less formally I learned to cook pasta To pay taxes; Learned the world Won't want to give you even a cent You've planned your future Veronica Sawyer You'll go to some college And marry a lawyer But the sky's gonna hurt When it'll be demolished on you So it'll be better if You'll have already built your wall

Freeze your brain Swim in the ice Get lost in its beautiful pain Shut your eyes tight(/well) Till those fools (sorry I had to use this for the rhyme) won't see you Don't become a laughingstock

Freeze your brain Destroy your skull Fight pain with a more beautiful one Forget who you are Free yourself from that weight Forget in a month and a half You'll have the same misunderstanding again When the voice in your head Says someone like you is better off gone Don't listen to that guy(/him)

Just freeze your brain Freeze your brain Go on and freeze your brain...

(spoken) Try it OG LYRICS (if you’re seeing this I doubt you don’t know them, but here they are anyway):

[J.D.] I've been through ten high schools They start to get blurry No point planting roots 'Cause you're gone in a hurry My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den So it's only a matter of when I don't learn the names Don't bother with faces All I can trust is this concrete oasis Seems every time I'm about to despair There's a 7-Eleven right there Each store is the same From Las Vegas to Boston Linoleum aisles that I love To get lost in I pray at my altar of slush; Yeah, I live for that sweet frozen rush...

Freeze your brain Suck on that straw Get lost in the pain Happiness comes When everything numbs Who needs cocaine? Freeze your brain Freeze your brain See upcoming pop shows Get tickets for your favorite artists

[J.D., spoken] Care for a hit?

[VERONICA, spoken] Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?

[J.D., spoken] Not anymore

(sung) When mom was alive We lived halfway normal But now it's just me and my dad We're less formal I learned to cook pasta I learned to pay rent; Learned the world Doesn't owe you a cent You're planning your future Veronica Sawyer You'll go to some college And marry a lawyer But the sky's gonna hurt When it falls So you better start Building some walls...

Freeze your brain Swim in the ice Get lost in the pain Shut your eyes tight Till you vanish from sight Let nothing remain

Freeze your brain Shatter your skull Fight pain with more pain Forget who you are Unburden your load Forget in six weeks You'll be back on the road When the voice in your head Says you're better off dead Don't open a vein

Just freeze your brain Freeze your brain Go on and freeze your brain...

(spoken) Try it

[thatrickmcginnis]

NYC 1989

I returned to New York City in 1989 and almost immediately found a job for myself there, photographing the artwork for a record my friend Jane Bunnett had recorded with jazz pianist Don Pullen. (My first record cover, I think.) I had tentatively tried my hand at street photography when I visited the city for the first time, four years earlier, but this job turned out to be a shakedown cruise for the Rolleiflex I'd recently purchased - a camera that would be basically my main portrait camera for the following decade. My then-girlfriend had just moved to the city for college so I had a place to stay, and I set out every day with a brief to collect photos that evoked NYC for the package of Jane's CD, which would be called New York Duets.

Over two trips to New York City in late summer and fall of 1989 I busied myself with taking shots of the city for my friend Jane's CD artwork, wandering through the Village where I was staying, north to Rockefeller Center and south to Wall Street, trying to find evocative shots that said "Manhattan!" without hitting the old cliches too hard. Those old cliches were hard to avoid in any case; I stayed away from Central Park, the Empire State and Chrysler buildings and the Statue of Liberty, but I still couldn't avoid other, just as obvious shots - the art deco friezes at Rockefeller Centre, fire escapes, graffiti, the Stock Exchange and the twin towers at the World Trade Center - the only photos I ever took of those iconic and tragically long-gone buildings, at sunset down at the end of West Broadway.

My New York City photos for my friend Jane Bunnett's record ended up doing the job: a shot from Rockefeller Center ended up on the cover, a few more made it on the inside and back cover of the booklet, and along the way I ended up with some photos I still like today. One shot in particular, of a group of men playing cards at the chess tables in Washington Square Park, has become a historical document; you don't see men dressed this way today, or faces like this. Most of the men in the photo are probably dead by now. I still find myself trying to take quintessential photos whenever I'm back in NYC today, but I'm old enough now that I don't care if I aim squarely for those iconic postcard shots, mostly because on the way between taking them you might find yourself finding something less obvious.

[sundry-whovengerslocked]

Alfred Pennyworth and Sarah Jane Smith

They're besties, your honor

personal headcanon: Alfred Pennyworth was on assignment for Her Majesty The Queen to root out spies in the 1960s(?), when he met Sarah Jane Smith, whom had traveled back in time with The Doctor to prevent a malicious alien from infiltrating Parliament. When Alfred reached the mid seventies the long way round, he looked her up. They then began a decades-long friendship full of adventures and complaining over their reckless chosen family.

(Please not that this timeline is based on when Michael Gough played Alfred in multiple Batman movies, when Sarah Jane originally traveled with the Doctor, and when The Sarah Jane Adventures took place. Any further intricacies involving Bruce and the Waynes involves thinking I'm not prepared to do at the moment, lol)

inspiration from here and here

(sorry the edits are kinda shit)

[chiropteracupola]

[1073] My heart is layers of scar.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue October 1989

Joanna Rhodes wears a sheared beaver jacket by Christian Dior for Yarrow Furs. The Fur Vault. NYC. Lambskin trousers, by Ralph Lauren Classics. Cashmere shawl, Mary Jane Marcasiano. Hair scarf, by Chanel. Sunglasses, Alain Mikli. Leather gloves, Naomi Misle. Fashion editor: Jenny Capitain. Hair: Odile Gilbert for Bruno Dessange. Makeup: Vincent Longo for Pipino-Buccheri.

Joanna Rhodes porte une veste en castor rasé par Christian Dior pour Yarrow Furs. The Fur Vault. NYC. Pantalon en daim d'agneau, par Ralph Lauren Classics. Châle en cachemire, Mary Jane Marcasiano. Foulard noué dans les cheveux, par Chanel. Lunettes de soleil, Alain Mikli. Gants en peau, Naomi Misle. Rédactrice mode : Jenny Capitain. Coiffure :Odile Gilbert pour Bruno Dessange. Maquillage : Vincent Longo pour Pipino-Buccheri.

Photo Patrick Demarchelier vogue archive

[fibula-rasa]

Sun, Moon, and Feather (1989)

[youtube | spiderwoman theater]

Directors: Bob Rosen & Jane Zipp

Photography: Jerry Pantzer & Brian Kellman

Performers: Gloria Miguel, Muriel Miguel, & Lisa Mayo

[mydailyvintagephotos]

Happy Birthday Jane Seymour 🎂

[sapphosclown]

ik the official pink ladies account has made their opinions known but i feel much more qualified for this so i will be sharing my thoughts

jane - lover (she is so lover coded there’s no world in which she’s not)

olivia - speak now tv (a controversial take, but the thing is i am Right)

nancy - reputation (a bad bitch era with a sprinkle of wait a minute maybe feelings aren’t so bad, nancy af)

hazel - fearless (she’s just so like. she’s in her own little world but when she pops into reality she’s a little unhinged and i love her so much for it)

cynthia - i am too connected with cynthia so i am between red tv and midnights for her, i have my reasons for both and i am actually not going to choose. she is both to me. i am projecting.

[periwinkle-the-11th]

there is no fucking way we just got all of 1989 tv plus 4 new vault track plus the kendrick lamar bad blood, and a new set it off song and a new natalie jane song and a new peggy song and a new alec benjamin song and a new bohnes song and a whole madilyn mei album within 24 hours

[almosttenaciousmoon]

suburban legends is lily singing about james when she thinks she's too late

[dozydawn]

Jane Seymour attends the opening night of Les Misérables, 1989. Photographed by Ron Galella.