#bird press

[k-wame]

BARRY KEOGHAN | 'Bird' 🎤Interview The 77th Annual Cannes Film Festival · May 2024

[keepingitneutral]

"Brutalist Plants"

Reinforced hillside, Aogashima, Tokyo, Japan. Photo © Yasushi Okano,

Bucharest, Romania. Photo © Bogdan Anghel,

Casa Alférez, Cañada De Alferes, Mexico. Architect Ludwig Godefroy. Photo © Rory Gardiner,

Monumento a Azeredo Perdigão by Pedro Cabrita Reis,

Casa de Vidro, São Paulo, Brazil. Architect Lina Bo Bardi. Photo © Celeste Asfour,

Artwork and photo by Karsten Födinger in La Vallée, Basse-Normandie, France,

Jurong Bird Park, Jurong, Singapore. Architect John Yealland and J. Toovey. Photo © James Wong

Courtesy: Olivia Broome (Hoxton Mini Press)

[frownyalfred]

I know Jason was dead-set on revenge and sticking it to Batman in UTRH but now I’m making myself sad thinking about a Jason who finally sees Bruce as Batman again after so many years, and he sees Nightwing and another Robin but he can’t hear them. For the first time ever, he’s not on their comm frequency. He’s locked out of Bruce’s quiet field orders and status checks. He can see Bruce but he can’t hear him. All he gets is the mask.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Pelicans take over a bench in St James’s Park on a mild day in London, UK

Photograph: Vuk Valcic/Zuma Press Wire/Rex/Shutterstock

[undergroundrockpress]

Women's Festival in Atlanta. Collage by Marcelina Martin, 1970.

[uwmspeccoll]

A Poultry Piece Feathursday

Here are four hand-colored illustrations from A Poultry Piece written, illustrated, designed, and hand-printed in 1978 by Carol J. Blinn at her Warwick Press in Easthampton, Massachusetts, in an edition of 250 copies signed by the artist/printer. The book is a brief memoir of Blinn's time in Warwick, Massachusetts, "a picture post card New England town," and her most cherished memory of raising ducks and geese, particularly Pekin ducks: "It was not only the Pekins' beauty that attracted me, it was their cleverness." She writes:

Many years have passed since leaving Warwick and those ducks and geese behind. Living in Warwick enriched my life and I often yearn for another country home. . . . The building where I have my printing shop has a canal running behind it. Early in the morning I often see three sparkling white Peking ducks lazily swimming up the muddy water course. Standing quietly and watching, I hold my breath, secretly making believe they are mine.

Carol Blinn is among what we call the Pioneer Valley School artists. She apprenticed with the legendary master printer Harold McGrath at Leonard Baskin's Gehenna Press before beginning her own work as a printer, artist, paper decorator, and founding Warwick Press in 1973.

This book is dedicated to Blinn's friend Ron Masse who "helped share my anxieties & joys in the writing of this book. (What he actually did was egg me on.)" Our copy is another donation from the estate of our friend Dennis Bayuzick.

View posts on other Pioneer Valley artists.

View more Feathursday posts.

[vintagewildlife]

Snowy owl By: Jacana Press Agency From: The Desert 1977

[transmechanicus]

Making my daily 5+ poasts in the sleep token tag for all the ppl with lyric usernames and band pfps to dutifully ignore bc i didn’t mention iv’s womb tattoo

[glitter-stained]

Hey uh so quick question dc how do you think wigs work?

[ostdrossel]

If you are in the UK, you may stumble across my Starling photo today 🤓😄

[kedreeva]

After seeing the little tutorial for bookbinding by @niennanir, and realizing I had most of the supplies already or could get them easily (and fairly cheaply, too,I ended up finding a couple nice sales like glue for $0.50 a bottle and nice textweight bright white paper for $20 instead of $35-40), I finally nerved up enough to try a hand binding of a fic. I picked one of my own (a 20k one, but split into 4 chapters, so I'll just do 1 chapter per booklet), and got to work.

Bug helped me weigh down the first one. It's currently drying into the cover, while the second one does its first dry. It was actually very easy, especially once I saw it in person. I might do a few others of my own.

[k-wame]

BARRY KEOGHAN "Bird" Première - The 77th Annual Cannes Film Festival · May 2024

[e-squared-what-is-my-life]

How I Think the ENA Species Courts Potential Partners

Meanie ENA: *Shoves Happy/Sad ENA Onto a Couch* Stay here. *Clears Her Throat Before Opening Her Mouth and Letting Out Dial-up Sounds*

Happy ENA: Ooh!

Meanie ENA: *Dial-up Noises Switch Into Windows 95 Booting Up Sounds*

Happy ENA: *Kicks Her Feet Excitedly*

Salesperson ENA: *Takes Over and Lets Out a Harmonious Warbling Noise*

Happy ENA: *Gasps and Blushes*

Salesperson ENA: *Moves Closer to Happy ENA and Presses Their Noses Together*

Meanie ENA: *Windows Longhorn Log On Sound*

Sad ENA: *Windows Longhorn Log Off Sound*

Moony: What the hell was that?

Dratula, emotionally: I don't know, but it was beautiful!

[deadpresidents]

"Before they left Poland, John [ and his wife, Elaine, Steinbeck] had written to Mrs. Kennedy to express their sorrow and sympathy [about JFK's assassination] and to the new President, Lyndon Johnson, their support. Shortly after they returned home, on December 17 [1963], they went to Washington for three days of debriefing by the State Department, and on the last evening of their stay they were invited to a private dinner at the White House. Elaine had known Lady Bird Johnson at the University of Texas, so there was already a connection between the two families, and this dinner, given so that John and Elaine could report to the President on their travels behind the Iron Curtain, would lay the foundation for what developed into a warm and relatively close friendship between the two couples.

Elaine recalls that at the end of the evening, as they were leaving, "John said, 'Lady Bird, we have been debriefed for three days, and nobody asked questions as good as yours.' It was true." The Steinbecks started to go back to their hotel, the Hay Adams across Lafayette Square, but after they said good-bye at the elevator, the Johnsons got on and rode down with them. John said, "You don't have to see us to the door," but the President just ushered them all out the front door, the one that is seldom used except for state occasions, and continued to guide them down the walk out to the gate.

As Secret Service men in overcoats began streaming out of doorways and running the way and that, Elaine said, "Please, Mr. President, you don't want to do this." "Don't worry," the President said, taking Elaine's hand. "No one expects to see us walking out this way, so they won't pay any attention." He continued to walk with them, around the square and to the front of the hotel. It was, of course, a very flattering and moving gesture. This would be the last tie the Steinbecks would stay in a hotel when visiting the Johnsons -- from then on, they stayed in the White House."

-- Jackson J. Benson, on the beginning of the close relationship between President Lyndon B. Johnson and legendary writer John Steinbeck and their families, in Benson's 1984 book, The True Adventures of John Steinbeck, Writer: A Biography (BOOK).

[sitting-on-me-bum]

A red-shouldered hawk eats its prey in Pacific Grove, Monterey, California.

Photograph: Rory Merry/ZUMA Press Wire/Shutterstock

[undergroundrockpress]

Great Speckled Bird ((July 13, 1970) / Atlanta Pop Festival.