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[chicinsilk]

US Vogue August 15, 1958

Sunny Harnett wears a long taupe Persian lambskin coat. To complete the “suit”: a straight skirt in taupe tweed. Schiaparelli coat in Persian lamb from South West Africa dyed according to Hollander. Strappy pumps by Andrew Geller, Koret calfskin handbag, Kayser stockings, Uncle Sam umbrella, Dolce lipstick by Schiaparelli.

Sunny Harnett porte un manteau long en agneau de Perse taupe. Pour compléter le « tailleur » : une jupe droite en tweed taupe. Manteau Schiaparelli en agneau persan du sud-ouest d'Afrique teint selon Hollander. Escarpins à brides, par Andrew Geller, sac à main en cuir de veau Koret, bas Kayser, parapluie de l'Oncle Sam, rouge à lèvres Dolce de Schiaparelli.

Photo Henry Clarke vogue archive

[disease]

"SOMETIMES THE END IS THE SAME AS THE BEGINNING" ESTEFANIA LORET DE MOLA | 2021

[teagan-the-doll]

Folks over on the community discord were well-behaved and managed to make it a full day without violating the protocol for setting questions, which I had promised them a present for if they managed to do.

So, without further ado, might I present to you:

So You Wanna Be a Loret?

A not-at-all unfair, 50 question quiz on your knowledge of the HDG setting, as put together by myself (and Glitchy helped).

Good luck. c:

[ozu-teapot]

Seddok, l'erede di Satana (AKA Atom Age Vampire) | Anton Giulio Majano | 1960

Susanne Loret

[angelnumber27]

Estefania Loret de Mola

[lascitasdelashoras]

Stefy Loret - Therapeutic Graphic Posters

[weirdlookindog]

Atom Age Vampire (Seddok, l'erede di Satana, 1960)

[primordialfather]

Estefania Loret de Mola. Lip Readings

[sigelfire]

Diego Luna with Mexican journalist Carlos Loret de Mola at the Round Table “Revolution Society 2.0: Regional Scenario”, 2011

[screamscenepodcast]

Continuing their time in Italy, your deadicated hosts encounter SEDDOK, L'EREDE DI SATANA aka ATOM AGE VAMPIRE (1960) from director Anton Giulio Majano!

Designed to cash in on Mario Bava's success, this horror flick doesn't have much going for it...not to mention the gorilla on the loose!

Context setting 00:00; Synopsis 8:28; Discussion 18:23; Ranking 32:41

[bardsoup]

On a 10 Investigation Check, you come across a well-loved book of paper ruled for writing music. Inside are mostly unfinished songs; lyrics scribbled and rewritten dozens of times, indecisive chord progressions, some pages torn out completely. In between these bardic musings, though, hidden amongst the dissonance, are what appears to be journal entries penned in hasty script. 

Who would leave their private journal out in the open like this? You wonder. Someone who feels they have nothing to hide, perhaps. Or someone who doesn't think hard enough about these things. 

Your curiousity gets the better of you, and you flip to the next entry you find. 

I'm beginning to think I'm a cruel joke the Gods are playing on the world. It's not normal for all of this madness to follow someone's step. If this is what I'm supposed to be doing, why am I so bad at it? I can't even help people properly. 

I pray that Roan's heart stays soft despite what he knows now. I hope that leaving the necklace with him helps him heal. I hope this shit town is kind to him, or that he can find somewhere else to be.

Kova and Merc BECK haven't been acting right since yesterday. They've never acted right, really. Kova's always had something to hide, and I've tried my best respectful about it all, I really have. This is different, though. Something's happened that they aren't telling us. 

I always have this feeling that they don't trust me to know things. I suppose they're right, considering what I've done now. I hope Blue SHE finds a safe place to lay low for a while. I don't know what I'd do if she got caught because of me. 

Kitty is puzzling. I don't know what to make of her. She knows things and she doesn't care to share them. It's odd that nobody finds the talking to herself strange. Am I just being an ass? No. No, it IS weird. They're just being polite, I suppose. Or they're afraid of an answer. I'll figure it out for myself. 

I can see the mountains from my window. I can almost hear the hum of Mum's tavern- MY tavern. I miss my bed. I miss the smell of the earth. I miss Mum, my whole family. 

Later, we leave to this wretched, water-rotted town. Not a moment too soon. I'll be glad to leave the smell of fish and salt behind me. I don't know where we'll go next, but anywhere is better than here if you ask me. 

I can't shake this doubt, though. I'm not convinced that this is what I'm meant to be doing. But who am I to argue with a God? 

I just hope Tem was right. For everyone's sake. 

You shut the journal quickly, and set it back exactly as you found it. Whoever this belongs to, what they have going on is none of your business.

[reddirttown]

Language of Flowers: Citron

In the language of flowers, each day has its own designated flower. The flower for today, December 13, is Citron, which signifies estrangement. Image above from Wikipedia. Citrus medica is a thorny evergreen shrub or small tree, native to India and widely cultivated for its large lemon-like fruits that have a thick warty rind. The thick rind, when candied, is the Citron of commerce. Citron is…

[disease]

"PANCH TATVA – FIVE ELEMENTS" ESTEFANIA LORET DE MOLA // 2021

[genevieveetguy]

Les âmes soeurs, André Téchiné (2023)

[ozu-teapot]

Seddok, l'erede di Satana (AKA Atom Age Vampire) | Anton Giulio Majano | 1960

Franca Parisi, Susanne Loret

[angelnumber27]

Estefania Loret de Mola