#April 1992

[90ssmut2]

[theoriginalsupermodels]

Vogue, April 1992

[digitalfountains]

Shana Zadrick by Steven Meisel

- Vogue Italia, April 1992

[darlinhutchence]

inxs with fans at the silverton hotel, circa april 1992

[havithreatendub4]

the Sixth Annual California Fashion Industry Friends of AIDS Project #Los Angeles (APLA) Dinner and Fashion Show to Honor Thierry Mugler at Century Plaza Hotel in LA on #April 23, 1992

📸 Ron Galella

Sixth Annual #California Fashion Industry #Friends of AIDS Project #Los Angeles (APLA) Dinner and Fashion Show to Honor Thierry Mugler at Century Plaza Hotel in LA on #April 23, 1992

[yetanothercomicbook]

High Evolutionary

Warlock and the Infinity Watch #3

Good.

Adam Warlock seeks out the High Evolutionary's counsel, but finds him in a bad way with enemies about to close in.

Straightforward and enjoyable. We see Drax and Pip being captured in separate scenes, while the main story keeps the focus on Adam and Herbert. Both men are shell-shocked by recent experiences. As for the enemies, we don't know what's going on. Yet.

On Sale Date: February 18, 1992.

Wizard Top 100: #12.

Jim Starlin (3 of 31).

8/10

[ukdamo]

The Leavetaking

One of mine, from September 1992

The Stations of the Cross in Lourdes are massively cast in bronze. Verdigrised. Monumental. Compelling. They dominate an unkempt park, hard by a gouged and gritty path that toils up a steep, unforgiving hill.

The day I walked that Way was akin to an April day many years ago - chilled by keening winds, heavy under a monochromed sky, wet with tears.

The others went ahead and I bided my time until I was alone, with strangers. There was a hubbub of pietistic babble in many tongues; Germans with books; Italians with mischievous children (who were, by turns, bored and prayerful); Spaniards with mantillas. All milled past, gawping, jostling one another, competing for God’s ear in their national languages. The regimentation was impressive and saddening.

I knelt at the first Station and accepted my fate. My habit was muddied, my cord damp and soiled, my sandals on the ground before me. I was conscious of the sharp flints cutting my knees, my cold feet washed by the rain, the bronzes (Pilate, Christ, the guards), and the path that I must ineluctably tread.

Rising, I felt the bare earth under my bare feet, strongly supportive and affirming. It encouraged my steps, tempering its hardness as I walked to the second Station. The sandals in my hand were down-at-heel, the brown leather was stamped with the callouses of my pilgrim-feet. Their scent was moist and good, an honest pungency. I had the sensation of holding my life in my hands.

I was moving too slowly for the crowds and they passed me. Their thoughts were private, like mine, but some showed a public face: I was a fanatic; a curio; a pious and sensitive man. None, however, recognised the truth - here was a man taking leave of his senses - at least of what made sense of his life. The rain fell steadily. Scuffed shoes shuffled by. Some dressed for fashion and others for comfort; men, women, children. So much faith. So many journeys being made and all the same journey. The rain pattered down and camouflaged my tears. I brought to mind many good things and many good people I had encountered on this Way, true likenesses of the Christ. There was so little to regret and so much to be thankful for.

The twelfth Station dominated the top of the hill.

Stylised, dramatic and poignant, it would have brought Pilate to his knees. The rain began to fall with unexpected ferocity. Streams of muddied water coursed down the path, sluicing my feet. The leaves on the trees flapped noisily. The pilgrims raised their voices so that the Stabat Mater might be heard above the din. I knelt before this scene for a long time. For the length of time it takes to walk a mile slowly.

Many folk passed by. I noted their presence but focussed and re-focussed on the massive crucifixion tableau. Lord, you do all things well.

It was as difficult to walk down the hill as it had been to ascend. When I reached the tomb, a fissure in the rock, I laid my own dead self inside. Subsequently, I came to an Easter garden; I stayed but a little while there because I knew nothing of resurrection.

Besides, I was late for the bus.

That figure who strolled by the Porte Saint Michel had the appearance of a friar. It was simply the past lingering a while, like morning mist on a lake. In time, the mist would be dissolved in the warmth of a new day. The dun habit was a chrysalis from which some novel creature would ultimately emerge, taking leave of a cosy home and entering upon some new adventure.

September 1992 © Damian

[acquiescest]

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Sublime - April 29, 1992 (Miami)

[avonlea71]

"I'm sure it must be wrong to go being good for so long to become miserable! I can see you've been good for years and years and you aren't happy! And I've been doing things for others ever since I was a little girl and I don't believe I'm loved any better!" Lottie Wilkins, Enchanted April (1992).

[90ssmut2]

[theoriginalsupermodels]

Vogue, April 1992

[digitalfountains]

Shana Zadrick by Steven Meisel

- Vogue Italia, April 1992

[thatrandomartistjaviarts]

I actually really like this episode. I have a lot of issues with On a Roll with how they talk about Hedda that I don’t really think Sound and the Furry have. The whole “Hedda isn’t disabled, she’s just differently abled” message is just ew to me. Idk maybe 90s disability activism was different but at least to me, the differently abled thing is mainly only really used by the non-disabled to just sorta like gloss over that the person is in fact disabled. Like guys trust me you can use the word disabled, it’s not a dirty word. I definitely think that that episode would have aged better if the message was like Yeah I have difficulty doing things at times but that doesn’t mean I can’t do anything or that I’m just a fragile little baby rather than what we had. In contrast, this episode actually feels like they did talk to the people they were portraying and how to portray them. Like especially with the whole Yeah she can lip read but even tho she’s good at it, she can’t tell everything that you’re saying by just that because I feel like a lot of hearing people hear that some deaf people can read lips and then just say that their deaf character can read lips so that they can act just like a hearing person so it’s nice to see acknowledgement of that lip reading isn’t the most reliable way to communicate to a deaf person and that sign language is the most reliable way to have a full conversation. Idk it feels like it has more thought into if that makes sense.

I also liked that Cat approached April by himself to ask for sign language lessons. Idk to me it felt nice because the Queen only wanted to learn to not feel left out while Cat more feels like he asked because he was genuinely interested. Tho this would immediately get ruined after a few lessons later where he asks if asl has curse words, April responds with yes, and then Cat asks to be taught all the ones she knows(it’s every one).

[havithreatendub4]

#April 1, 1992 Johnny tours #Hollywood with #Jonathan Ross #parts 1 & 2

[lonestarflight]

Top view of Langley HL-20 Lifting Body.

Photographed by James Schultz.

Date: April 28, 1992

NASA ID: EL-2001-00435