misswallflower:

X-ray Records in the Soviet Union: During 50’s, music lovers, desperate for banned Western tunes, devised an ingenious way to print their own records. The only problem was the scarcity of vinyl. With the aid of a special device, people started pressing banned jazz and rock n’ roll music on thick radiographs scavenged from the dumpsters of hospitals. X-rays were plentiful (not to mention cheap), and while the records could only be pressed on a single side, the music they produced using a standard turntable was passable. The recordings even had a catchy name: bone music. – via

I remember my grandma telling me how they used to listen to Elvis on these makeshift x-ray records, I always wondered what they looked like.

ween-bean:

pandavalkyrie:

chainsaw-to-the-heart:

piratical-princess:

I’ve just discovered my new favorite painter, Vittorio Reggianini – those smarter than myself probably already know of him as an Italian painter from the 1800s who made satin look even satiny-er than satin. I just cannot get over how much he loved painting women who were NOT. HAVING. A. MAN’S. SHIT. 

But there was one hottie that everyone seemed to like, and I can’t blame them…

Vittorio knows what the ladies like. 

I’m pretty sure that the women in the background of the third picture are looking at a “lewd” painting. They were sometimes kept by upper class homes in the 1800s. They were kept hidden behind a curtain and only viewed for *ahem* “recreational purposes”. So basically, those ladies are looking at porn while their friend blithely humours Bouffant McShinypants.

This dude was an art god at 2 things:

1. Satin

1. Ladies leaning on a chair making a “can you believe this shit?” face

and I’m here to admire both

This looks like the same group of ladies who are constantly chilling laughing at men I love it