Designer: MaximoBut Daddy I want a rhinoceros beetle chair now…..
“The 1st Urban Mosaic Intervention in Puente Alto Chile is FINIS!
100 photos showing the work of 60 artists from around the world who, under the leadership of Isidora Paz López and with the assistance of the amazing Chilean team, completely transformed the Town Hall into a Magical Garden.”
"Come one, come all! See the Bearded Lady and Werewolf Boy!"
Excess hair, especially on women, has a long history of sideshow exploitation (and legitimate employment) and has several possible causes.
Meaning “extra hair growth from birth”, congenital hypertrichosis is a very rare condition, but is also X-linked dominant, in several cases. When an affected female has a child, there’s a 50/50 chance they’ll be affected, and when an affected male has a child, they’ll be affected by the mutation 100% of the time. Interestingly, there are several mutations known to cause congenital hypertrichosis, but they’re all X-linked.
These forms of hypertrichosis appear after birth, and are most often caused by a reaction to medication, eating disorders, and internal malignancies (cancer). The most common form of acquired hypertrichosis is the coating of lanugo (soft insulating hair most often found on preterm infants) in anorexia nervosa patients. This extra hair will fall off naturally once the body begins to receive regular proper nutrition again.
This is not a form of hypertrichosis, but some “bearded ladies” have had the condition known as “hirsutism”. Hirsutism is not a disease in and of itself, but is a symptom, where increased androgen sensitivity in women causes terminal hair growth in areas where vellus hairs normally grow - most notably the face and chest.
Polycystic ovarian syndrome is the most common cause of hirsutism, and is what the sideshow lady Annie Jones had. Obesity, Cushing’s disease, acromegaly, ovarian tumors, and type 2 diabetes can also cause excess androgenic hair. Of course, treating the underlying condition is the optimal way to reduce hirsutism, but many conditions that cause it can only be treated.
There are several medications that can be taken to reduce the levels of this hair growth, but as they’re all hormone-based and somewhat riddled with side-effects, most women who have hirsutism will opt for hair removal, instead. Or they’ll embrace it, like Harnaam Kaur!
She had just moved back to Phoenix from L.A. with her loser boyfriend in tow. Her mother had just died and she’d received some money in the will. If my memory serves me, it was about $50,000. She and her boyfriend had gotten strung out on crack in CA and were also using the move back home as a way to get out of the druggie scene they were in. They rented an apartment which soon became a crash pad for many. Always flush with weed whenever anyone entered the place, the boyfriend would inquire, “Bong load?” He was a good host, if nothing else. They had many cannabis plants growing around the rooms which the boyfriend treated like his babies.
I would get off my job as a bank teller several evenings a week and go right to the apartment to drink beer, smoke pot and watch skateboarding videos. If one slept over on a Friday night, it was required that one be up early enough to watch Pee Wee’s Playhouse and eat breakfast burritos. It was really fun for awhile.
But Susie’s relationship with her boyfriend started to sour as the money dwindled. They had no jobs and were just living off of her inheritance. She told me she kept finding her pantyhose stretched out and pairs of size 11 pumps in their closet. I was surprised she found anything in her closet as their bedroom was strewn with clothing and debris at all times. She was also a pathological liar, so I didn’t know whether to believe the suspicions she had that her man was a cross dresser.
Her behavior had always been very erratic. I remember her sister telling me a story of when they were like 10 and had a sleepover. Susie was acting out so much the rest of the girls locked her out of the bedroom. She proceeded to rip her sleeping bag to shreds with a knife and stuff it under the door. That still gives me chills to this day.
One particular weekend, her boyfriend had gone back to L.A. for a few days. My parents, with whom I still lived, were also out of town. Susie asked me to spend the weekend at her place. There was a big house party that night I was really looking forward to because I had the hots for the guy throwing it. So I took my cat and her litter box, clothes and my hot rollers over to go out for the evening.
Everything was cool til we got to the party. All our friends were there. The kegs were flowing and I was flirting outrageously with the object of my desire. But we hadn’t been there even twenty minutes before she came to me in obvious distress and said, ” we need to leave.” I looked at her like she was nuts and asked why. She replied, “We just need to leave, right now!” I was in no mood for her special brand of crazy that night and told her I was having a good time. If she wanted to leave, she would have to find someone else to take her home. She was totally cock blocking me as I was picking up this guy!
She became furious as person after person refused to take her home. Finally, some sucker relented and gave her a ride. About half an hour later, Susie started calling the house phone at the party and wanting to talk to her sister. When her sister talked to her, she kept screaming over and over that I had ruined her life! At that point, I became very concerned about my cat’s well being and took the boy I liked and his friend with me to get my stuff from her place. I would now have to take the cat back to my parent’s house, so she had succeeded in ruining my night after all.
When I knocked on the door, she opened it a crack and I saw her pupils were big as dinner plates. She tried to slam the door on me, but I stuck my foot in and forced it open. She kept screaming, “You’ve ruined my life! You’ve ruined my life!” I tried to get her to chill out and explain what she meant by those accusations, but she threatened to call the cops if I didn’t leave immediately. I tried calmly telling her it would not be in her best interest to call the cops as she had several marijuana plants growing there, lots of paraphernalia, and was clearly under the influence of something stronger than the Mary Jane.
Suddenly, she bolted to the back bedroom: I assumed to call the cops on me. I found her in the room, phone in hand, looking completely possessed by some demon. I grabbed the telephone handset from her. She wrapped the cord around my neck with a quickness and began strangling me. I saw stars and had never felt the feeling of not being able to breathe before. My ears started ringing terribly. But mostly it just hurt; like being pinched really hard all over your throat. I thought to myself, “Am I going to let this bitch kill me?” The guys I brought with me were down in the car waiting for me to give them the signal if I needed them.
I am a much larger woman than she is. I had at least 6 inches and 50 lbs. on her at that time. Like one of those stories where a mom lifts a car off her child, I launched her across the room. She hit the wall and landed in a crumpled mess on the floor. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed my cat and picked her keys up off her coffee table so I could bring the guys back upstairs with me to get the rest of my belongings I’d brought to spend the weekend.
I came back to the car sobbing, shaking and with a totally freaked out cat. One of the guys asked, “What happened to your throat?” Since I had back up now and her house keys, I felt relatively safe returning to the apartment to get my things. As we opened the door, she came at us screaming, “You’re breaking into my house! You’re robbing me!” I yelled that I was just getting the rest of my shit and then was getting the hell out. I told her she needed to check into a psych ward somewhere.
The boys played interference as I got a garbage bag and filled it with my clothes, cosmetics and hot rollers. I dumped the cat litter box all over her kitchen floor and ripped every pot plant they were cultivating out by the roots. Then I told her she was a very sick individual. She lunged at me, but one of the guys stepped in between us.
The next morning, I had a faint blue ligature mark around my neck….like a string of hickeys. My whole body hurt and my eyes were swollen up from sobbing. The phone rang and it was Psycho Susie’s boyfriend calling from L.A. He told me she didn’t remember much of what had gone down the night before, but that she was really sorry. Then before I hung up on him he asked, “But did you really have to destroy all our plants? That was really uncool.”
Ann mentioned in her beautiful feature on Barney’s The Window (see here!) the importance of a ‘pop of pink’. Something bright right on the apples of your cheeks - equally flattering as it is mood-enhancing.
A new little ‘pop of pink’ crossed my desk the other day … this daisy shaped pressed powder by Clinique called, appropriately enough, Cheek Pop. Berry Pop (pinkest) is my favorite. Should you want a pop of a slightly different color, they also come in Peach Pop, Plum Pop, and Ginger Pop.
Does This: Pop for the cheeks - and the mood
Is This: Clinique Cheek Pop in Berry Pop
Get This: Sephora
Product c/o Barneys, Image via
Smoky eye, false lashed contoured beige lipstick look is over bitches…..thank God!
It’s a Pollock, it’s a Haring; it’s a person! — How one photographer transforms people into art: Veteran photographer Art Wolfe has spent years documenting everything from landscapes in Madagascar to the art of the Maori tribe. In his newest series, The Human Canvas Project, he draws from his experience as a painter to blend the human form seamlessly into his images.
In a talk at TEDxRainier, Wolfe gives insight into his evolution as a photographer, and just how he transforms a regular person into a work of art.