#Cloackroom

[yellowsnow77]

Novedades musicales: febrero 2025

Ya está aquí la segunda recopilación de novedades de 2025. Y, al igual que la anterior, viene de lo más cargadita. 70 canciones donde hay nuevos temas de Destroyer, Patrick Wolf, Ezra Furman, Bon Iver, Beirut, Courtney Barnett, Japanese Breakfast, o Tennis. Todas ellas estupendas, pero, si tengo que elegir una canción de esta recopilación, me quedo con el nuevo single de Preoccupations, que me…

[fivewholeminutes]

I have. A few questions regarding the wembley arena. Cause sure, I've read the FAQs and so on, but it would be nice if someone who's been there on a concert/event (especially in winter) could confirm some details for me please:

There's no cloackrooms. So. What is everyone with a standing ticket doing with their jacket, usually? Just keep it on/with themself in the pit? My jacket choices and eventual cold and a sick leave after the gig will depend on the answer to this question lol

Is there only one entry point for the pit?

How many merch stands are usually set up there? Or it depends on the artists' crews?

How early do you guys think would be enough to start queuing in order to not be a hundred kilometers from the scene? Cause i was thinking 7am (💀), but wise people have told me it might be too late already (💀💀) i totally need to buy a space blanket

[danismm]

The cloackroom. 1970. David Hicks.

[fashionbooksmilano]

One-to-One

The visual culture of international tickets

Collected byTanja Backe

Actar, Barcelona 2008, 248 pages, 23.22 x 29.11 cm, ISBN  978-8496540163

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Gathered together by Tanja Backe, this book presents 1500 ticket stubs from all over the world. Two-decades in the making, this collection originates from every imaginable source (including tickets from airplanes, trains, ferries, buses, the metro, cloakrooms and parking lots, bank slips, taxi receipts, inspection labels, as well as admission tickets to museums, zoos, reptile exhibits, theatres, cinemas, circuses, operas, concerts and ballets). With the tickets printed actual-size, one-to-one, non-scaled and arranged according to colour graphics, the non-linear and non-chronological quality of the book allows reading in any order, according to individual tastes and interests.

26/12/20

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[pilvimarja]

[mazarama]

Delicious dinner 🌏 💛 #cafepushkin #moscow #borscht #soup #stroganoff #delicious #bordeaux #redwine #sorbet #russiancuisine #cloackroom #no419 #classicalmusic #cosy #travelling #wanderlust (at Кафе Пушкинъ / Cafe Pushkin)

[danidanipat]

Merch #russiancircles #cloackroom #europeantour #santeriasocialclubmilano #santeriasocialclub #livemusiclovemusic #giglife #music #musiclover #milanocity #utterlyamazing #livemusiclovemusic #merchandise #vinyl #vinyladdiction (at Santeria Social Club)

[pocketramblr]

the basement level entrance/exit worked like this: the building's main entrance led into a tiny windowless room on the ground floor, in the room was stairs to a barely lit subbasement corridor leading to stairs up to the basement with multiple communal cloackrooms separated by year where you had to leave outerwear and change shoes, and then you had to go up another stairs to the ground and upper levels where classrooms were (until 5 or so years ago most schools in my country didn't have student lockers; communal cloackrooms and carrying everything for the day in your backpack all the time was all we had) (also, accomodations? for kids? in schools? in late 00s/early 10s? when you can't afford a bribe? what's that) (btw, there were doors from the tiny windowless stair room to the actual inside the school, but they were locked 80 percent of the year so as to not let the kids carry in mud and dirt on their shoes or rain and snow on their coats)

Huh, that is an interesting set up

[choquejuergas]

wendy cope, anecdotal evidence

“what’s the use of poetry? you ask. well, here’s a start: it’s anecdotal evidence about the human heart”

orb an illuminated orb against a black background— the colour of flesh, with faint red lines that could be rivers. not a planet in the night sky: my eyeball on the optician’s screen. it’s beautiful. just one small feature of a mysterious universe i’ll never explore, packed neatly in this soft container. we know so little of ourselves, and of each other — the working parts we carry everywhere, the darkness we scan like astronomers, seeking the half-forgotten stories of our lives.

1952 sometimes, instead of a farthing, shops give you safety pins. can that be right? i’m sure it’s what the teacher said. i know it was 1952 because the same teacher, a nun, announced one morning that the kind had died. we were encouraged to go to the chapel, to pray for his soul. a catholic friend showed me what you do with the holy water. it was lovely in there— white, gold, pastels— as pretty as the scenery for the last act of a pantomime. it may have been the same day that i upset my mother by asking for a rosary. soon after that, as we sat down in a theatre, where i couldn’t make a fuss, she told me it had been decided: boarding school, next term.

bags after all these years i’ve begun using it again — the laundry bag embroidered by nanna: w. m. cope linen in large, neat red letters. there’s another bag somewhere, a smaller one, with w. m. cope shoes embroidered in purple. i’ve been trying to find it to carry my shoes in while snow is on the ground. i have other fabric bags — dozens of cotton ones from libraries and festivals — but i want the one nanna made, the one that hung in a cold cloackroom until it was time to pull on wellingtons and trudge up the path to lessons. i see that little firl on an icy morning, with her shoe bag, and i think of the grandmother who couldn’t prevent her from being sent away but spent hours making  things she could take with her when she went to a place where she didn’t know anyone and nobody knew her name.

a vow i cannot promise never to be angry; i cannot promise always to be kind. you know what you are taking on, my darling — it’s only at the start that love is blind. and yet i’m still the one you want to be with and you’re the one for me —of that i’m sure. you are my closest friend, my favourite person, the lover and the home i’ve waited for. i cannot promise that i will deserve you from this day on. i hope to pass that test. i love you and i want to make you happy. i promise i will do my very best.

to my husband if we were never going to die, i might  not hug you quite as often or as tight, or say goodbye to you as carefully if i were certain you’d come back to me. perhaps i wouldn’t value every day, every act of kindness, every laugh as much, if i knew you and i could stay for ever as each other’s other half. we may not have too many years before one disappears to the eternal yonder and i can’t hug or touch you any more. yes, of course that knowledge makes us fonder. would i want to change things, if i could, and make us both immortal? love, i would.

calculations i have been a non-smoker, now, for longer                                    than i was a smoker. i have been a published poet almost as long                                                      as i wasn’t. for more than half my adult years, i have earned a living                                                 without having a job. i have been fatherless for nearly two-thirds of my life. in the run-up to our wedding i reflect that i will not be.         a married woman for half as long as i was single. but, if we are both alive when i am 96, i will have had                     as many years with you as without you— nearly a third of my life so far. with luck, the fraction will grow, like evening sunlight                                               spreading across a field, so the view at the end of the day si brighter and more beautiful than i could have foreseen in the long, dark hours of the morning.

haiku: willows willows white whit frost: like fireworks that whooshed, sparkled and froze in the air.

naga-uta clearest of clear days: frozen leaves under my feet, frost on bare branches, blue sky, smoke from the funnel of a narrowboat, and on the quiet river great slicks of pale gold sunlight.

if it be now if it be now, ‘tis not to come: hamlet, just before the fight that sent him no eternal night. it’s always there: a quiet drum sounding when i have a fright: if it be now, ‘tis not to come. chocking, breathless, falling — numb with mortal fear, i heart it right on cue and silently recite, if it be now, ‘tis not to come.

lantern carol at the winter solstice, midnight of the year, a lantern in a stable shows us He is here. shining through the ages, lighting up the place where we see the baby, his little hands, his face, a lantern in a stable centuries ago conquers time and darkness with its gentle glow, calls us with the shepherds and the eastern kings, offers us the christ child and the love He brings. in the golden lamplight, see him there asleep. ours if we will have Him. ours to love and keep.

christmas cards cards to the very old go out like doves who will bring back news of one kind or another. it may be a sign of life — a few sentences  in a shaky hand, i hope that you are well. it may be a letter from a friend or relative who found my address on the back: i am very sorry to tell you... this years two cards, both to widowers, came back winging back with labels: addressee gone away. i open my christmas list, find their names and type d.2016. i could remove them but that would leave no trace of them and i am not quite ready for them to disappear.

men talking anecdotes and jokes, on and on and on. if you’re with several blokes, it’s anecdotes and jokes. if you were to die of boredom, there and then, they’d notice, by and by, if you were to die. but it could take a while. they’re having so much fun. you neither speak nor smile. it could take a while.

new year the year has died. another year is born and people party, set the sky ablaze. puzzled by their happiness, i mourn the passing of so many precious days. enjoyed or squandered, they won’t come again. out there the world is celebrating. why? the solemn midnight tolling of big ben tells us we’re nearer to the day we’ll die. they know that too. perhaps it’s why they drink and congregate in crowds to cheer and sing. is it denial? do they really think time moving on is such a joyful thing? i used to make an effort to be glad. not now. i stay home feeling old and sad.

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 68

All night he hadn't left her side, which was fun at one point, because he was a real party animal, but on the other hand the conversation with Jared hadn't left her head for one second, they both knew it wasn't the time nor the place to discuss matters further. What time was it? 3AM and where was Jared? She hadn't seen him around for a while, probably already scoring new pussy, ugh no don't go there. “Another drink?” Nathan put his hands on her hips, something he had been doing all night, trying to get as close to her as possible, “oh no, I'm full up..have you seen Jared?” she looked around the room, “nope, then again he's already an older man, he can't keep up any longer” Nathan grinned at her, squeezing her flesh more tightly, just surrender and give yourself to me, woman! You know you want to. Harper pulled his hands away “don't say that, he's not old, trust me, I'm speaking from experience here” and turned to go, “wait, where are you going?” he tried to stop her “I'm going to look for him”. Charles..where was he? Oh there “Charles, have you seen Jared?” she gave him a quizzical frown, “He's gone..he left about an hour or so ago” Charles didn't seem too amused, “oh, I see..” she felt a bit scrutinized when he just stared at her with an empty look in his eyes. Gone where? His hotel of course, she ran to the cloackroom to get her coat and immediately headed for the exit, stilettos in the snow shuffled to the curb to hail a cab, he wanted to talk? Well she was ready and he'd better still be up. Half an our later she got out of the cab and ran inside the hotel, up to his room, she knocked and knocked but there was no answer, what the? She held her ear to the door, what did she expect to hear, loud snoring? He didn't snore and it was the middle of the night after all, or some heavy fucking noises? blegghhh no!!. Disappointed she walked to the elevator again and let it take her down with a heavy heart, maybe check reception “excuse me, has the resident in room 524 come back yet? I'm his..light designer” she couldn't think of anything else to not be told to take a hike “and I can't reach him on his mobile either”. To her surprise the guy quickly glanced at his computer “He checked out about an hour ago” what? He'd left? Left NY? What else could he have done? Airport..maybe he was still at the airport, the first flight left when? The only thing she could do was go out and check.

Two hours later she put the key in to open the door of her apartment, deep inside she had hoped she would find him here so her heart dropped when she found her apartment cold and empty. With a deep sigh she put on the heating and walked up to the huge window to see the sun come up above New York,  how can it be that you hurt me so much and now that you actually decided for yourself to leave I miss you so much?

From: HCDeRobiano

To: BJLCubbins

Subject: First so close, now so far removed?

Hey Jay,

So you decided to leave NY, huh? And I can hope that it wasn't because of me all I want but when someone leaves like a thief in the night, I just cannot help thinking it actually is because of me.

I will respect your need for distance/privacy/silence (pick a reason), I always did and always will, but I just wanted to tell how much I enjoyed your company the last couple of days.

I wanted to thank you for the party and more specifically for the Dior bag, you really went over the top there and I don't feel comfortable even accepting it..if you want I can have it fed-exed back to you, hope you kept the receipt.

Anyway, it's really ridiculous but I guess I just needed to have that talk with you after all..too little too late right?

Hope you're safe wherever you are without a snowflake in sight.

Coco

Jared had just landed in sunny LA, the contrast just couldn't be any bigger with where he came from, and he welcomed the clear blue skies, maybe they would be able to clear the clouds from his head. The arrival of her mail vibrated him back to life, his hands shaking when he read it, oh god..of course it's because of you that I left.

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: Re: First so close, now so far removed?

Harper,

Of course I left because of you, let's be honest here, I came because of Charles's Christmas party but I stayed because of you, and not the snow, I could be snowed in anywhere on this planet, as long as I'm with you, it's all good.

I never keep receipts, because a gift should never be returned, do with the handbag what you will, I bought it for you, end of story. Oh and btw is it ever too late? In our case that's debatable, because from what you said last night, you will never be able to forgive me, should you? I don't know about that either.

If anything was clear, it's the fact that you're moving on, and can I blame you? No! Can I blame myself for it? Yes! So, you do what you feel you have to do, I just hope it will give you clarity and closure..on us/on the things that I did (pick a reason as well).

Anyway, how's your wrist? Didn't hurt it too much at dancing? And how's Nathan? You two looked really chummy, is he a better lover than I am?

Jared

Fuck why did I write that last part? Why the hell not? She wants me to be open and honest, well I guess I am. I'm moving on too, it is what it is? Love is so ridiculously overrated, it's just lust with her, like it is with everyone else? Right? Yep! Convincing himself of that was harder than it seemed, because the words of her mail kept bouncing through his head all day long.

She needed to rest up a bit before she started painting, and she so didn't look forward to meeting Charles, that disappointed look in his eyes last night was haunting her, but her head hadn't touched her pillow yet when his reply beeped its' arrival. His words stung, oh he was upset and angry all right, sarcasm was his weapon and he wielded it like a champion.

From: HCDeRobiano

To: BJLCubbins

Subject: Re: re: First so close, now so far removed?

Jared,

You're not playing fair,  I told you how you nearly broke me when you did what you did, am I not allowed to move on? Do you want me to keep suffering? Does that amuse you while you just get on with your life? Not that it's any of your business but Nathan is a friend so far, not a lover, we haven't even kissed yet, he's a distraction right now, but I guess you know all about those, don't you?

Bye Jared, I don't think there's any point discussing this any further, maybe it's best if we made a clean break and stayed out of each other's lives.

Harper

Oh yeah, that's really convenient isn't it? Walk away from the real trouble, that is so like you, but not this time Harper, oh no, you won't get rid of me that easily, I'll keep you on your toes, that's for sure. I'll keep you on your toes, don't you worry, even long distance, but you're mine and that's how I intend to keep it.

From: BJLCubbins

To: HCDeRobiano

Subject: Re: re: re: First so close, now so far removed?

Harper,

Let's go back to your original mail, you said you needed to have that talk after all, and now you're saying there's no point discussing it? Stop being so fickle, either you do or you don't and I think I know you enough to say that you do want to keep talking? I'm definitely up for it, I already was the last couple of days. I'm gonna be honest here, I can never have a clean break with you, I let you come too close for that and I think I can say the same for you, you and I both know that Nathan isn't gonna cut the cake, he's just some distraction, if it was only to get revenge then you would've let him get inside your panties already.

So, we'll leave it for now, I hate arguing by mail and if you're ready to talk on a more adult level, I'm right here, ok?

Jared

Fuck you, Jared, you stupid, arrogant fucker, fuck you! She growled as she jumped out of bed again, painting on adrenalin is never a bad idea, just get it out of your system and forget that stupid jerk. Ok so maybe he underestimated her, somehow he thought she was gonna write back but nothing more from her all day, he'd definitely pissed her off, another night full of doubt and wondering what she was doing, no way, ok call her..no answer, for fucks sakes Harper I'm not gonna do this with you again. Why do you have your heart set on ripping mine to pieces? I'm not asking you to forget I'm just asking to forgive, we were, no are, so good together so let's move on, it's that simple, forget about that irrelevant little fucker who's bending over backwards to get you in his bed, he isn't worth your time, the real deal is right here in LA.  

[yellowsnow77]

Novedades musicales: enero 2025

Supongo que todos los años pasas lo mismo, pero la verdad es que no recuerdo un enero con tantas novedades musicales como este. Es más, pensaba poner esta recopilación la semana que viene, pero he tenido que cortar aquí porque a este paso me iba a ir a las 100 canciones. Y es que, a los nuevos adelantos de discos que ya se anunciaron en 2024, como los de Horsegirl, Sharon Van Etten, The Horrors,…

[illustrationmachine]

This may not seem much, but this is our cloakroom - have stripped the previous yellow and blue striped paper, painted it white, added hooks, used spray paint to colour block and cover up the odd dint and added a shoe shelf, all to get organised. One more clever idea to go...... #cloackroom #colourblock #coathooks #diy #renovations

[danismm]

Verner Panton. Cloakroom, restaurant Astoria, Trondheim, Norway 1960.

[vinyl-stories]

That stylish bar, @vegacph, waiting for #cloackroom to start their warm-up act. Pretty sure I'll buy their latest album after the concert, been good stuff so far! #livemusic #russiancircles #cloackroom #vegacph (her: VEGA)

[valerieoualid]

Qui a dit que les hommes n’étaient pas autant soumis que les femmes à des dictats absurdes ? Riki Blanco illustre (avec goût !) comment “en finir avec le complexe du vestiaire” pour le bimestriel Monsieur  !

Who said men were not as submitted as women to absurd conventions ? Riki Blanco illustrates with taste “how to get rid of the cloackroom complex” for the bimonthly magazine Monsieur !

[mikelcastell]

WITH : mai saeli ( @lamaisaeli​​ )

LOCATION : the cloakroom but the speakeasy part bc if he eats meat he will d-word

He saw his chance and he took it. At first, he didn’t know if Mai would agree when he asked her out but when she did, that panic that usually happens before a first date began festering within him. The Cloackroom wasn’t his restaurant of choice, but obvious reasons but he liked the ‘secret’ speakeasy that was in the basement. He had texted her the password, just in case, she didn’t have it. It would have been a bad start if she didn’t know it and she was locked out. Now here, sitting across from her, he couldn’t think of anything to talk to her about. Maybe he should have smoked that joint before coming. A first date sober? That was a mistake and he knew it. “You’re pre-med, right?” he asks and he knows the word pre is somewhere in what she is studying but he can’t remember what. “Also what would you like to order?” he asks with a smile as he tries to distract himself looking down at the menu.