Amazing! Caslon, Baskerville, Bodoni, Gill: all people. Who knew? (I guess typographers knew)
Acoustic Levitation
At the U.S. Department of Energy’s Argonne National Laboratory, scientists have been experimenting with sound waves and pharmaceutical solutions, levitating soluble drops between two speakers facing each other. While their research has produced some visually fascinating results, it has also led to the discovery of a far more effective method for creating amorphous drugs, which happen to be the more desirable of two forms that pharmaceutical drugs can take.Watch Video Here.
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WOW.
Originally published in the September 9, 1925 edition of The New Republic.
Flapper Jane, by Bruce Bliven, 1925
Jane’s a flapper. That is a quaint, old-fashioned term, but I hope you remember its meaning. As you can tell by her appellation, Jane is 19. She urgently denies that she is a member of the younger generation. The younger generation, she will tell you, is aged 15 to 17; and she professes to be decidedly shocked at the things they do and say. This is a fact which would interest her minister, if he knew it – poor man, he knows so little! For he regards Jane as a perfectly horrible example of youth–paint, cigarettes, cocktails, petting parties–oooh! Yet if the younger generation shocks her as she says, query: how wild is Jane?
Before we come to this exciting question, let us take a look at the young person as she strolls across the lawn of her parents’ suburban home, having just put the car away after driving sixty miles in two hours. She is, for one thing, a very pretty girl. Beauty is the fashion in 1912. She is frankly, heavily made up, not to imitate nature, but for an altogether artificial effect—pallor mortis, poisonously scarlet lips, richly ringed eyes—the latter looking not so much debauched (which is the intention) as diabetic. Her walk duplicates the swagger supposed by innocent America to go with the female half of a Paris Apache dance. And there are, finally, her clothes.
These were estimated the other day by some statistician to weigh two pounds. Probably a libel; I doubt they come within half a pound of such bulk. Jane isn’t wearing much, this summer. If you’d like to know exactly, it is: one dress, one step-in, two stockings, two shoes.
A step-in, if you are 99 and 44/100ths percent ignorant, is underwear—one piece, light, exceedingly brief but roomy. Her dress, as you can’t possibly help knowing if you have even one good eye, and get around at all outside the Old People’s Home, is also brief. It is cut low where it might be high, and vice versa. The skirt comes just an inch below her knees, overlapping by a faint fraction her rolled and twisted stockings. The idea is that when she walks in a bit of a breeze, you shall now and then observe the knee (which is not rouged—that’s just newspaper talk) but always in an accidental, Venus-surprised-at-the-bath sort of way. This is a bit of coyness which hardly fits in with Jane’s general character.
Jane’s haircut is also abbreviated. She wears of course the very newest thing in bobs, even closer than last year’s shingle. It leaves her just about no hair at all in the back, and 20 percent more than that in the front–about as much as is being worn this season by a cellist (male); less than a pianist; and much, much less than a violinist. Because of this new style, one can confirm a rumor heard last year: Jane has ears.
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Where will it all end? do you ask, thumbing the page ahead in an effort to know the worst. Apologetically I reply that no one can say where it will end. Nudity has been the custom of many countries and over long periods of time. No one who has read history can be very firm in saying that It Never Can Happen Again. We may of course mutter, in feeble tones of hope, that our climate is not propitious.
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East Village, Manhattan. $1600.00
oy.
Park Slope, Brooklyn. $750.00
“THERE ARE NO WINDOWS. the room has great lighting. it’s beautiful.”
lol.
Washington Heights, Manhattan. $300/month
(The Breakfast Nook)
This is probably the best one from that Tumblr so far… at least the floor looks clean…?
Emma: Lol. Last night my mom found all these ants in the sink (in Vermont)
And she turned on the faucet and said, “Time for you guys to go for a swim.”
me: Hahahaha.
Emma: Mom is a mobster.
me: That is amazing.
Also, it’s funny how that’s normal for Vermont, but if you were like “I had all these ants in my home” [in NYC], it would be like “Whaattt.”
Emma: I do have a mouse.
In NYC.
me: Do you have any plans for it?
Emma: I’m not sure. Lately I’ve just been swearing at him. Like, “you motherfucker” whenever he shows up.
”A Chat With The Hairpin’s New Editor, Emma Carmichael
I haven’t been following The Hairpin as addictively lately but this still startled me! eeeediiiiiiithhhhh
