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#OTD in Irish History | 29 January:

1768 – Oliver Goldsmith’s ‘The Good-Natured Boy’ is first performed at London’s Covent Garden. 1794 – Archibald Hamilton Rowan, United Irishman, is tried on charges of distributing seditious paper. 1817 – Birth of geographer and explorer, John Palliser, in Dublin. Following his service in the Waterford Militia and hunting excursions to the North American prairies, he led the British North…

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Father and Son by Robert Downie Via Flickr: Some wisdom is best handed down personally. Father and son look out into the cloudscape after hiking to a remote ridge top in Far North Queensland. Australia www.robertdowniephotography.com Love Life, Love Photography

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Back Market: Monster from Johnny Kelly on Vimeo.

Monster realises Monster is a monster.

We were commissioned by Back Market to tell this story to help encourage people to wean themselves off tech product launch cycles. We used a combination of live action puppetry, 2D facial animation and stop motion.

A lovely bunch of people worked on this, to name but a few: James Noellert designed the human characters. Andy Gent and his team made the puppets and some sets. Other sets were made by Aslyum. Previs and VFX adeptly handled by the beautiful brainiacs at Nexus. Full credits below——>

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CREDITS

Client: Back Market Co-Founder & CCO: Vianney Vaute Strategic Advisor: Seth Farbman Creative Director: Jeff Johnson Creative Director: Steve Peck Head of US Marketing: Woody Wright Executive Producer: Melanie Baublis Strategic Consultant: Jeff Kenyon Lead Art Director: Victor Antonelli Head of Content: Eugena Ossi Expert Copywriter: Adam Pasulka Hannah Laloum: Creative Studio Manager Lucy Hargrove: Social Media Manager

Production Company: Nexus Studios Director: Johnny Kelly Executive Producer: Josephine Gallagher Executive Producer: Camila de Biaggi Senior Producer: Josephine Gallagher Production Manager: Ruyi Meer Production Assistant: Max Bigg VFX Supervisor & Lead Compositor: Germán Diez Studio CG Supervisor: Mark Davies Editor: Dave Slade Art Directors: Melanie Climent & Callum Strachan Character Designer: James Noellert 2D Animators: Chris Cray, Joe Sparkes, Matt Partridge Motion Graphics Animation: Bethany Levy, Abel Kohen Compositors: Gareth Tredrea, Hugo Vieites Caamano, Sander Saks, Victori Jalabert, Alexandre Gaudiano Storyboards: Richard Buxton Puppet & Set Build: Arch Model Studio Sets & Puppets: Andy Gent, Lisa Hill Set Build: Asylum Set Supervisor: Peter Tilbe Set Technician: Josh Guess, Tom Bull, Daniel Tynan

Live-Action & Puppetry: Director of Photography: Matt Fox 1st AD: Robert Thorpe Production Manager: Rhian Gwenlan Runner: Kai Rajakulasingam 2nd AC: Rosamund Freeman Grip: Kevin Foy DIT: Phoebe Frazer CCTV Operator: Liam Coles Focus Puller: Ben Jones Gaffer: Paul Allen Electricians: Jono Yates, Bill Rae Smith, Michael Smit, Ed Riley, Tim Jordan, Auxane Verdier, Ana Krkljus Catering: Lords of Poké

Lead Puppeteer: Tim Cherry Jones Puppeteers: Shakara Carter, Kim Scopes Lead Animator: Tobias Fouracre 1st AC (stop motion): George Warren Set Maintenance: Mark Chippington Puppet Maintenance: Sofia Serrano

Grade: Aubrey Woodiwiss Post house: Untold Studios Grade Producer: Simon Downie 

Voice Over: Geoff Grimwood, Pacific Blain Sound Design and Mix: Jon Clarke Audio Producer: Ciara Wakley Sound Studio: Factory

Music Composition: Q Department PR & Marketing: Valentina Tarelli, Nancy Edmondson, Isobel Wise, Stephanie Anjo Behind The Scenes: Juliette Dalton @ 2Dice Productions Medics: Simon Lee, Paul Mawson

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I went to my first convention in 1983. I cut school (with permission from my Mom because rebellious I am not) and took the bus to see Tom Baker.

So, because I’m in a reflective mood, here’s a mostly comprehensive list of famous folks I’ve encountered over the years.

DOCTOR WHO

Carole Ann Ford

Anneke Wills

Patrick Troughton

Frazer Hines

Nicholas Courtney

John Levene

Terence Dicks

Jon Pertwee

Richard Franklin

Tom Baker

Ian Marter

John Nahan-Turner

Sarah Sutton

Peter Davison

Mark Strickson

Gary Downie

Nicola Bryant

Colin Baker

Sylvester McCoy

Lisa Bowerman

India Fisher

Maggie Stables

DOCTOR WHO NOVELISTS

Peter Angelides

Stephen Cole

Paul Cornell

David A. McIntee

Justin Richards

Dave Stone

Keith Topping

Mike Tucker

STAR TREK

James Doohan

Nichelle Nichols

Walter Koenig

George Takei

Majel Barrett

Mark Lenard

Angelique Pettyjohn

Wil Wheaton

Jonathan Frakes

Michael Dorn

John DeLancie

BLAKE’S 7

Paul Darrow

Scott Fredericks

Michael Keating

Sally Knyvette

Terry Nation

Jacqueline Pearce

AUTHORS/ARTISTS

Douglas Adams

Danny Biederman (The Incredible World of Sci-Fi)

Ben Bova

Marion Zimmer Bradley

David Brin

Chris Bunch

David Cherry

Alan Cole

John DeChancie

Harlan Ellison

Neil Gaiman

Jon Heitland (The Man from U.N.C.L.E. Book)

Robert Jordan

Fritz Leiber

Ian McCaig

Julian May

Larry Niven

Jerry Pournelle

Philip Pullman

Somtow Sucharitkul

AT THE AIRPORT

LL Cool J

Mickey Rooney

AT WORK

Buzz Aldrin

Jim Carrey

George Casey

David Crosby

Leonardo DiCaprio

Jeff Goldblum

John Larroquette

Branford Marsalis

George R.R. Martin

Joe Montana

Graham Nash

Ted Post

Sherwood Smith

Shirley Temple

Mel Torme

Maxine Waters

Tad Williams

VARIOUS CONVENTIONS

Sharon Farrell (actress best known for multiple appearances in The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

Lou Ferrigno (The Incredible Hulk)

Jonathan Frid (Dark Shadows)

Gerald Fried (composer - Star Trek, The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

Richard Hatch (Battlestar Galactica)

Fred Koenekamp (director of photography - The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

Gil Gerard (Buck Rogers in the 25th Century)

Herb Jefferson Jr. (Battlestar Galactica)

George Lehr (assistant to the producer - The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

Bob May (Lost in Space)

Ty Olsson (he’s been in everything)

Mark Ryan (Robin of Sherwood)

Lalo Schifrin (composer - The Man from U.N.C.L.E., Mission: Impossible, Bullitt)

Robert Short (visual effects)

Richard Simmons

GOT A LETTER/PICTURE/DM FROM

David Baddiel

Peter Buck (R.E.M.)

Johnny Cash

P.N. Elrod

Pauley Perrette

Robert Vaughn

EVERYWHERE ELSE

Trace Beaulieu

Michael Berryman

Bruce Campbell

Frank Conniff

Doug Drexler (visual effects)

Laurence Fishburn

Eleanor Keaton

Gabriel Macht

Craig Miller

Vincent Schiavelli

Marc Singer

French Stewart

Gina Torres

Tree

James Van Over

Bill Warren

Peter Weller

Marv Wolfman

Noel Wolfman

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Laguna de los Tres with Monte Fitz Roy (3405m or 11,171ft) in the background. Also know as Cerro Chaltén. Chaltén comes from a Tehuelche (Aonikenk) word meaning smoking mountain, due to a cloud that usually forms around the mountain's peak. Argentine Patagonia, Argentina Love Life, Love Photography Argentina, Blue, Cerro, Chalten, Clouds, Del, Fitz, Laguna, Lake, Los, Monte, Mountain, Mountain Range, Mountains, Nature, Roy, Scenics, Sky, Smoking, Snow, Tranquil Scene, Tranquility, Tres, Water by Robert Downie on EyeEm

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Shipwrecked Supertanker by Robert Downie Photography

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"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." 1854 - Henry David Thoreau. Little blue cabin. Bowron Lake, British Columbia, Canada

www.robertdowniephotography.com Love Life, Love Photography

Discovered by IntrepidPhotos - Robert Downie at Bowron Lake, British Columbia, Canada. See more at Trover

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Check out amazing Infinity war fanart !

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post 10 facts about yourself and pass it on to your faves (if u want!!)

1) Kill Your Darlings is my favorite movie (Dane Dehaan fucks me up)2) I have two jobs, one as a film teacher at a non profit and the other as a barista. 3) corgis make me so happy like my friends send me photos of them when I'm sad and I'm getting one as a therapy pet when I move (@sofi you should know you send me dog photos and I lov ya)4) I adore rain, fog, and gray skies. I did an art program at Cornish in Seattle and it turned my life around. I felt more like myself afterwards because of my experiences and Seattle is a place that is always gray and for some reason it made my mood 10x better.5) Fashion photography is what I live for like I have so many i-D, dazed, and nylon magazines. I love taking editorial photography and modeling for fashion photography. Speaking of which I'm modeling for a shoot tomorrow 😎photos soon to come6) I shaved part of my eyebrow off before because I wanted to look edgy and punk and now that eyebrow is lighter than the other (thank god for anastasia's brow pomade)7) I used to drum when I was younger bUt the first instrument I learned besides the piano was the oboe. Wow I sure was cool. That's how I got all the ladies in middle school, by playing the oboe. 8) I have sleep paralysis once a week and it's all about paranormal stuff. Last night I had another dream and it was the worst like it was about this cursed object and I kept seeing it around my room and I touched one of them and pissed off this ghost. Weird... but like that's my life is shitty dreams or strange dreams. I had another dream where a dying fish was found under my pillow and it told me "water me" and another dream where I fucked Robert downy junior and he flew off as iron man while saying "I gotta go" 9) I used to be able to sing but testosterone changed my voice and now I can only sing jazz music 10) I grew up partially in Aurora, Colorado and it was pretty coloRADo

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#OTD in Irish History | 29 January:

#OTD in Irish History | 29 January:

1768 – Oliver Goldsmith’s ‘The Good-Natured Boy’ is first performed at London’s Covent Garden. 1794 – Archibald Hamilton Rowan, United Irishman, is tried on charges of distributing seditious paper. 1817 – Birth of geographer and explorer, John Palliser, in Dublin. Following his service in the Waterford Militia and hunting excursions to the North American prairies, he led the British North…

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by Robert Downie Photography

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Read Chapter 1 of Ian Williams’s Exclusive Short Story “I Want It All. I Want It Now.”

We wanted our Summer issue to be special, as it’s on newsstands for three months. What we came up with is two pieces of culture in one: There’s a short story, a dark take on contemporary romance written by Canadian poet and novelist Ian Williams, and then there’s the regular Summer issue, featuring Kacey Musgraves on the faux cover. Below you’ll find the first chapter of the fictional story, “I Want It All. I Want It Now.” If you pick up our Summer issue, on newsstands May 26, you’ll find it intertwined with stories on travel, trends and all the other content you’ve come to expect from FASHION.

–Noreen Flanagan, Editor-in-Chief

PHOTOGRAPHY BY TRUNK ARCHIVE

Vancouver

Another woman

I looked at my phone for—no joke—15 seconds to respond to a notification. (My father. Could I work that afternoon?) And when I looked up, my boyfriend was checking out a blond in the checkout line ahead of us. He was trying to be discreet, absent-mindedly picking the inside corner of his nose and nibbling both of his lips, willing the woman to turn around so he could see her face.

I tapped my phone against the magazine rack and waited. I picked up a pack of Trident, glanced at the nutritional label, put it back. Unbelievable. Hudson was grinding up on her in his fantasy. From the back, the woman was either Dolly Parton or Nicki Minaj. Blond. She wore high-waisted mom jeans, a white crop top, hoop earrings the size of her bracelets and probably too much makeup. She was probably Botoxed between the brows, probably had too much filler in her lips and probably her face was coated in downy fuzz.

So you got a contract for a shoot in—Whistler? Hudson came out of his trance.

Mexico, I said.

Mexico. Even better, he said. You can swing up to L.A. and meet me.

I’ll be working.

He mouthed “working” and made air quotes.

You’ll be “networking,” I said. Same finger quotes. You swing down and meet me. I’m always the one following you around.

I’ll see. His eyes shifted to Dolly Minaj tapping her debit card.

Do you know her or something?

My mom had this poster tacked up in her workspace at Citytv. She was one of the first female producers there. Now my dad keeps it in the waiting room.

Yorkie

I lifted the dog from the examination table into a plastic bag. It was an old honey-coloured Yorkie with long bangs—a faded beauty queen. I took it down to the freezer.

We had one more procedure for the day; then my father would get in his car and drive to Whistler. He had a condo there and an Australian girlfriend who thought I should be teaching public school and nursing a baby at 25. Neither my father nor the girlfriend understood terms like contract labour, freelance, precariat.

I made room in the freezer for the Yorkie. As a child, I remember my father teaching me the difference between a carcass and a corpse. To me, it was all death, a staple black dress. But to him, death was more elaborate, like a damask pattern. The worst part of death was not knowing you were dead, he thought. Not pain, not leaving people behind, but the blindness of the dead regarding their condition. I closed the freezer door and returned upstairs.

Up next, we had a Pomeranian with an intestinal blockage. I held the dog’s head; my father injected it and cut its stomach open. Then we took turns feeling along the intestines for the obstruction. It was a good note to end the day on.

Sometimes he injected them and they didn’t wake up.

I learned early on not to be squeamish. My father doesn’t pay me. This is not my life. It’s not even my job.

Dye

How blond we talking? Ella asked.

I was sitting on the lip of her bathtub while she sectioned my hair into six parts. I had bought two boxes from L���Oréal Preference: my regular light brown shade, “Shade 36 Havane,” and my dream shade, “Medium Rose Blonde 823.”

I wanted to be so blond that I’d turn the festival into a testostefest of bug-eyed guys tryna get with me. Hudson would block hotties with his shoulder and say, You got a problem, bro? They’d scuffle. Maybe rip their white tees. Blood. Yeah, a bloody nose or two. I’d drag Hudson off the guy, then clutch his bicep as we walked away. From the back, my blond hair would be dishevelled but fabulous.

You gotta work on your feminism, girl. Ella put on gloves. What’s it gonna be?

You don’t think it’ll look like a wig on me? With my eyebrows and everything? I’ve got all these gigs late in the summer. I can’t show up looking like a bleached fern.

I like you dark. Ella shrugged.

But—

Odile, make a decision!

I considered the models on both boxes. The blond was radiant, but the brunette was sultry. In the end, I slapped the light brown box into her hand. Safe.

Ella didn’t look surprised. I almost changed my mind, but she ripped open the box and I knew I couldn’t return it. I leaned forward, partly so she could start with the roots at the back, partly to hide my face.

Ella and I were a year into an M.B.A. program, half online, half in the classroom. On the first day of Risk Management, I introduced myself as Odile, a model. The female professor said, There’s math in this course. The male students looked up from their phones and calculated their chances. All the female students dismissed me as a ditz, except for Ella. On break, she characterized the professor as the kind of white feminist who is a puppet of patriarchal oppression in all its forms, including capitalism. Ella had a background in social justice and intersectional politics.

You do realize you’re basically a white feminist, I said. She stroked her hair hand over hand, like a Kardashian.

I totally realize my complicity in the problem, she said, full of vocal fry. Then, seriously, she added: I’m in this M.B.A. to grow a dick and then cut it off. I should have introduced myself as Ella, I used to be a stripper.

Ella applied dye to the middle section of my hair, then to the front.

I told her that I caught Hudson looking at a woman in a grocery store.

She said, The same way you got him is the same way you’re gonna lose him.

I did not break them up.

You kinda did, she said. Karma’s not just the name of an escort.

I met Hudson in Risk Management. He told me later that his philosophy was always to approach the hottest girl in a room first. Go big. And there was no question who was the hottest in that room of cuttlefish. His words. He was with another woman at the time. But he ended that relationship (like a month after we hooked up, Ella would add here), and we’ve been together for seven months. We went public. Like Ella, he was only getting an M.B.A. as part of a master plan; his was for him and his band to be a brand. He was in the program to talk the talk, to learn the reptilian language he could use in L.A. to get his band signed. His ultimate non-sexual fantasy involved rolling across America in a tour bus and calling me from pay phones in dusty rectangular states. Some women like men with plans. I like men with dreams. Or fantasies. Even better if they included me.

Ella removed her gloves.

While we were waiting for the colour to set, I flicked my hand through her closet for something to borrow. Ella was taller than me so I couldn’t wear her pants, but everything else was fair game. I’d call my style “bohemian”—mismatched layers and oversized accessories—like a human gallery wall. Actually, I passed most of the spring semester layering Ella’s clothes on mine or Hudson’s. Sometimes his clothes ended up in her closet. Sometimes her clothes ended up in his. She slept in my bed some nights. I slept in hers other nights—maybe tonight.

Photography via Trunk Archive

Flight Centre

When I saw my hair, I reacted like women in makeover reveals. I wasn’t blond, but I was my best self. My mother used to watch Oprah. Call me crazy, but a good dye job always makes my boobs look bigger. I had to fan my eyes to keep back the tears. Ella tried to get me to spend the night, but I messaged Hudson.

Texts after midnight always got an enthusiastic reception.

Hudson met me on the street as I was parallel parking. Even though he was a few feet away, I could feel him all over me like a cloud of blackflies.

He fluffed my hair with both of his hands and pressed me against the side of the car. A lump in his sweatpants. I was wearing Ella’s sequined shift dress; slipping off my shoulders, it was like wearing moonlight on a lake. Hudson kissed my neck, kisses like bubbles everywhere. I had stepped into a glass of Champagne. I turned my head into the glare of the Flight Centre’s lights.

He remembered his trips based on what he ate. I remembered mine by what I bought: a Michael Kors bag in L.A., a Dior macramé dress in Paris, Gucci slippers in Ireland, a Van Cleef & Arpels pendant in Chile.

Then I went inside and surfed him like in the Beyoncé song.

Insomnia

I fell asleep while Hudson was making himself an avocado sandwich. I woke up a few hours later, and he was fingerpicking his electric Gibson. The next time I woke up, he was mixing music with his laptop on top of his keyboard. Then he was flipping through the FASHION magazines I had left on his amp, maybe reading the marginalia I wrote while I was reading them.

It’s like he wanted to sleep but couldn’t. I got up and went to him on the couch.

What’s bothering you? I asked.

He shook his head. He was bouncing his leg.

Photography by Robert Reader

I was used to his insomnia, but tonight his energy was more skittish. Maybe he’d had a late cappuccino. I put my hand down his pants to tire him out. He put his nose in my hair. When he tensed and exhaled, I lay down on top of him so he couldn’t move, so our heartbeats and breathing would synchronize and he’d fall asleep. (He believed in that cosmic energy stuff.)

But when I peeked, I saw that his headphones were on and his eyes were open.

At dawn, he walked me to my car.

What you got going on today? I asked.

He shrugged. I just need to get some sleep.

I nodded. I’ll leave you to that then.

I bought an Americano at the place nearby, but when I got back to my car, I saw him unlocking his bicycle.

He swooped a leg over the frame and pedalled hard the other way.

Odile’s story isn’t over yet. Where was Hudson headed and will his relationship with Odile survive mounting tensions when things don’t go as planned during a weekend getaway? See how it all pans out in Chapter Two and follow @the.real.odile on Instagram for real-time updates.

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Just Pinned to Photography: moody-nature: “Ursus arctos horribilis | By Robert Downie ” https://ift.tt/2E4cvXV

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#OTD in Irish History | 29 January:

#OTD in Irish History | 29 January:

1768 – Oliver Goldsmith’s ‘The Good-Natured Boy’ is first performed at London’s Covent Garden. 1794 – Archibald Hamilton Rowan, United Irishman, is tried on charges of distributing seditious paper. 1817 – Birth of geographer and explorer, John Palliser, in Dublin. Following his service in the Waterford Militia and hunting excursions to the North American prairies, he led the British North…

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in Irish History – 29 January:

#OTD in Irish History – 29 January:

1768 – Oliver Goldsmith’s ‘The Good-Natured Boy’ is first performed at London’s Covent Garden.

1794 – Archibald Hamilton Rowan, United Irishman, is tried on charges of distributing seditious paper.

1817 – Birth of geographer and explorer, John Palliser, in Dublin. Following his service in the Waterford Militia and hunting excursions to the North American prairies, he led the British North…