Much Loved - Mark Nixon
Award winning Irish photographer Mark Nixon has created Much Loved, a collection of 65 “loved to bits” teddies along with their owners’ stories.
When everything was unknown, they were there.
Where anything could happen, they were there.
These repositories of hugs, of fears, of hopes, of tears, of snots and smears.
Alone at night, they were the comforters, when monsters lurked in darkened corners, when raised voices muffled through floors and walls.
These silent witnesses, these constant companions, defenders of innocence.
Their touch, yes, but their smell, that instantly calming, all embalming musk, unique to each, soothing and smoothing the journey from consciousness to un, from purity to im, from infancy to adult-terre.
Sworn to secrecy, unconditionally there, unjudgementally fair and almost always a bear.
I had one teddy that I had from birth and another that I got around 3. The one I got around 3 immediately became my favourite and for years after that I used to feel incredibly guilty for displacing the first one. Any time a new teddy was being introduced to the house, I was pretty cold to it because I didn’t want to make my two teddies (and a few others that were forced upon me who I kept involved in things but I really didn’t have any spare energy to dedicate toward them) feel as if I was taking affection from them to give to the new teddy.
Feel guilty about abandoning the first one but I think I cheated myself out of the opportunity of developing a special bond with the one I got at 3 for no reason other than guilt. I wish that at the time I felt okay to express this dilemma to someone so they could have helped me handle it better; I felt like there wasn’t anyone around who could have helped me with it though and I was probably right, but still.
Pretty sure the playlist in the supermarket I worked in had every single off this album. It’s nothing amazing but they were a really nice break from most of the other stuff that was on the playlist so I like the album a lot.
This might be the most mundane rant on tumblr, but I fucking hate box-spring based beds (i.e. divan beds over here). They so space inefficient I can’t stand it, every time I go to view a single room, I’ll be like “single room wouldn’t be that bed, provided you can put things under the bed” then I get there and, lo and behold, what do I see? A fucking box-spring bed, taking up over 50% of the potential floor space in the room. It really should be something people have to mention when they’re advertising a room. I think any room that contains a box spring bed, unless it’s a nice one with drawers and stuff, is taken down a little, with their cheap and tacky patterns on the side and their almost always broken wheels and legs underneath. Last time I was viewing rooms I got into the habit of telling landlords off for having that shit.
Small single room
Cosy room made even cosier by our thriftiness resulting in a huge portion of potential storage space being taken up by a bunch of fucking springs. Yep, those bags you can’t fit into the wardrobe will now be lying across your path to the door for the duration of your lease.
Political scientists Kevin Arceneaux, Martin Johnson, René Lindstädt and Ryan J. Vander Wielen studied how members of Congress voted during the rollout of Fox News, 1997-2002. In particular, they measured how likely members of Congress were to vote with their party. What they suspected is that the “pull” of Fox News would grow stronger as the election approached — when members are most attentive to their constituencies and when parties often allow members greater discretion in how they vote. And this is exactly what they found. As the election drew near, Republicans in districts with Fox News became more likely to vote with their party, and Republicans in districts without Fox News less likely to vote with their party. Democrats, however, behaved the opposite.
Windmill glass, 1570. Holland. Via V&A
In the 16th century, drinking games were popular in many European countries. When the whistle is blown, both the windmill and the hands of the clock start turning. The drinker would have had to empty the entire contents before the windmill stopped turning. The price of failure would have been to drain the glass again, as many times as indicated by the clock.