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Here’s a Look at How Color Film was Originally
Biased Toward White People


For decades, the color film available to consumers was built for white people. The chemicals coating the film simply weren't adequate to capture a diversity of darker skin tones. And the photo labs established in the 1940s and 50s even used an image of a white woman, called a Shirley card, to calibrate the colors for printing.

Concordia University professor Lorna Roth has researched the evolution of skin tone imaging. She explained in a 2009 paper how the older technology distorted the appearance of black subjects: "Problems for the African-American community, for example, have included reproduction of facial images without details, lighting challenges, and ashen-looking facial skin colours contrasted strikingly with the whites of eyes and teeth."

In an essay for Buzzfeed, writer and photographer Syreeta McFadden described growing up with film that couldn't record her actual appearance: "The inconsistencies were so glaring that for a while, I thought it was impossible to get a decent picture of me that captured my likeness. I began to retreat from situations involving group photos. And sure, many of us are fickle about what makes a good portrait. But it seemed the technology was stacked against me. I only knew, though I didn’t understand why, that the lighter you were, the more likely it was that the camera — the film — got your likeness right."


Enigmatic look in the abstract expression, portraits by Faiza Maghni - ego-alterego.com

Colour as Synaesthetic Experience in Antiquity

 ^ "The Wine-Dark Sea" by Randall Stoltzfus (2004) ^

Dr Mark Bradley writes for us about the broad range of
allusive meanings and sensory references mixed up in
the delightfully metaphoric & inconstant
nature of colour description in the ancient world.

"Colour is about more than just lightwaves hitting the retina. In ancient philosophical circles, colour was often described as the primary object of vision: it was the external ‘skin’ that existed at the surface of an object, and what made the object visible or ‘sensible’ to a viewer. And yet, Greek and Roman literature is riddled with examples of colour categories that do not make sense simply in visual terms: from Homer’s ‘wine-dark sea’ to ‘whey-coloured’ skin in ancient medicine, from blushing faces to the honey-coloured hair and marbled skin of coveted girls in Augustan elegy, and from the saffron garments of decadent easterners to the expensive fishy-smelling purple robes of the late-antique imperial court, colours appealed not just to sight, but also to smell, touch and taste. This essay suggests that colours in pre-modern societies such as Greece and Rome, because of their close ties to specific objects and phenomena (rather than just parts of the spectrum), were frequently synaesthetic experiences which appealed to multiple senses and mobilized more than just eyesight. Colour was a basic unit of sensory information through which ancients experienced and evaluated the world around them, and the collaboration of the senses in these experiences
suggests an approach to perception, knowledge and understanding that could be
very different from that employed in the modern west."

Reproduced with the permission
of Acumen Publishing from S. Butler and A. Purves (eds) (2013)
Synaesthesia and the Ancient Senses
(‘The Senses in Antiquity’ series, volume I). Durham: Acumen.

The Illuminist
by Melanie Bettinelli

From January 26, 2015
In art, Daily Dose of Poetry and Art, Poetry

St Jerome in the scriptorium by the Master of Parral via Wikimedia Commons

The Illuminist
by Jane Hirschfield

Even in his glass cabin you can see
the man driving the snowplow
is whistling, happy. He races
one road, then the next, moving new snow.

A monk patiently hammering gold leaf,
before him the world grows pliably, steadily brighter.

And if more will fall again tonight,
no matter.
He will put on his hat, his gloves,
and make again order.

All day the plow’s sound rises,
a pre-Gregorian chanting singing its singer.
Gold of winter sun grows thinner and thinner.

he can lay it right in with the little plow.

The scriptorium darkens over white vellum.
The lengthening ink stroke, puttering,


The Handsome

The Gift

To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he’d removed
the iron sliver I thought I’d die from.

I can’t remember the tale,
but hear his voice still, a well
of dark water, a prayer.
And I recall his hands,
two measures of tenderness
he laid against my face,
the flames of discipline
he raised above my head.

Had you entered that afternoon
you would have thought you saw a man
planting something in a boy’s palm,
a silver tear, a tiny flame.
Had you followed that boy
you would have arrived here,
where I bend over my wife’s right hand.

Look how I shave her thumbnail down
so carefully she feels no pain.
Watch as I lift the splinter out.
I was seven when my father
took my hand like this,
and I did not hold that shard
between my fingers and think,
Metal that will bury me,
christen it Little Assassin,
Ore Going Deep for My Heart.
And I did not lift up my wound and cry,
Death visited here!
I did what a child does
when he’s given something to keep.
I kissed my father.

~ Li-Young Lee

Li-Young Lee, “The Gift” from Rose.
Copyright ©1986 by Li-Young Lee.
Reprinted with the permission of BOA Editions Ltd.

Source: Rose ( BOA Editions Ltd., 1986 )

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Chicago, IL 60654 USA


Wendy Molyneux‏
Dec 6
"The Zig Zag Movie"

She Planned A Salmon Pink Kitchen, And She Succeeded

Weston Fuller
Photographer / Photography
United States

Weston Fuller is an award-winning photographer who instinctively captures the spirit of his subject then artfully weaves its story. He believes there is an inherent difference between simply TAKING a photograph and MAKING a photograph.


Peter Bellerby
Globe Maker


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A Photo Of The Early White House.
It's Hard To Believe So Much Bull At The White House.

The Handsome
Bugs Of The Day


In the warming house, children lace their skates,
bending, choked, over their thick jackets.

A Franklin stove keeps the place so cozy
it’s hard to imagine why anyone would leave,

clumping across the frozen beach to the river.
December’s always the same at Ware’s Cove,

the first sheer ice, black, then white
and deep until the city sends trucks of men

with wooden barriers to put up the boys’
hockey rink. An hour of skating after school,

of trying wobbly figure-8’s, an hour
of distances moved backwards without falling,

then—twilight, the warming house steamy
with girls pulling on boots, their chafed legs

aching. Outside, the hockey players keep
playing, slamming the round black puck

until it’s dark, until supper. At night,
a shy girl comes to the cove with her father.

Although there isn’t music, they glide
arm in arm onto the blurred surface together,

braced like dancers. She thinks she’ll never
be so happy, for who else will find her graceful,

find her perfect, skate with her
in circles outside the emptied rink forever?

~ Gail Mazur

“Ice” from Zeppo’s First Wife:
New and Selected Poems by Gail Mazur.
Copyright © 2005 by The University of Chicago.
All rights reserved.
Source: The Common ( The University of Chicago Press, 1995 )

* A note from the editor: Today marks the centennial of the founding
of the National Hockey League (NHL).

© 2017 Poetry Foundation


Baby Animals@BBAnimals

Science Fiction and Other Suspect Ruminations

The Heaven Makers
, Frank Herbert

(serialized 1967)

(Darrell Sweet’s cover for the 1977 edition)

From the back cover:

Strange aliens had invaded Earth thousands of years ago. They were eternal beings who made full sensory movies of wars, of natural disasters–and of the most macabre human horrors–to relive their endless boredom.

And the, when they finally became jaded by ordinary, run-of-the-mill tragedies, they found new ways of creating their own disasters
. . . just for kicks.

But interfering with Earth’s natives was strictly against regulations, and the authorities occasionally did check into these matters. However, by the time Investigator Kelezel arrived on the scene, the trouble had been going on for a long, long time–and things were getting worse.”

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Barbara Hannigan in 'Toothpaste'
Barbara Hannigan Published 4/1211

Soap opera by Alexina Louie and Dan Redican.
With soprano Barbara Hannigan and Mark McKinney
from "The Kids in the Hall" Directed by Larry Weinstein.
Esprit Orchestra conducted by Alex Pauk.
A Rhombus Media/marblemedia production, 2002.

Category: Music, Opera, Comedy, Soap Opera, Satire, Relationships, Canada


Barbara Hannigan in
'Burnt Toast'

Published by Barbara Hannigan 4/13/11

Burnt Toast~a soap opera by Alexina Louie & Dan Redican
The sequel to 'Toothpaste'

Featuring soprano Barbara Hannigan and Mark McKinney
(from "The Kids in the Hall") joined by Sean Cullen.
Directed by Larry Weinstein.

Performed by the Esprit Orchestra, conducted by Alex Pauk.
A Rhombus Media/marblemedia production, 2005.

Category: Music, Opera, Comedy, Soap Opera, Satire,
Relationships, Canada, Relationships

Story Music: "Mozart: Die Zauberflöte, K.620 / Act 2 -
"Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen"" by Sumi Jo

{ If you are an Opera buff (that's just not me, alas)
(not to be confused with Opera buffa~but that's okay, too)
you'll find lots of little things to delight you in these videos~
but these are great musical skits for all adults . . .} (G)

( P.S. For moreFun with Burnt Toast go to
This Web Site:

~ These are ghoulish light verse by Harry Graham


The Handsome

Art Limited

Second Voice
Copyright © Antonio Palmerini

(Italy) Gallery Portfolio (147 images)
Created 1 Jan 0
Uploaded 5 Mar 2014

"I am at home in the lamplight. The evenings are lengthening.
I am mending a silk slip: my husband is reading.
How beautifully the light includes these things.
There is a kind of smoke in the spring air,
A smoke that takes the parks, the little statues
With pinkness, as if a tenderness awoke,
A tenderness that did not tire, something healing...."

~ S. Plath

{ For the complete poem go to:
Under this title:
"Three Women
A Poem for Three Voices
Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about" } (G)

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Fog in November

"Fog in November, trees have no heads,
Streams only sound, walls suddenly stop
Half-way up hills, the ghost of a man spreads
Dung on dead fields for next year's crop.
I cannot see my hand before my face,
My body does not seem to be my own,
The world becomes a far-off, foreign place,
People are strangers, houses silent, unknown."

~ Leonard Clark


Marihuana (Roadshow Attractions, 1936).
One Sheet (28" X 41").

Although the film was about the evils of smoking marijuana, the artwork on the poster would lead one to believe the film was actually about heroin. And when Dwain Esper produced this film, that was the message he was conveying-- that the use of marijuana is addicting after just one puff, and would lead to heroin addiction. The lead character, a teenage girl, goes from smoking marijuana on a beach one night, to getting pregnant and becoming a heroin dealer who is forced to give up her baby for adoption. The film is one of the true cult classics of the 1930s and became far more popular on college campuses in the 1960s for its "campiness" than when it was first released.

The posters for the film were as low budget as the picture itself and are quite rare as the film didn't play in major theatres. This particular example is in outstanding, unused condition, with only one small tear in the left border.
Folded, Very Fine+.

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Holly O'Reilly

What IS this expression?
Her fingers are crossed,
she has a shopping bag.
She looks pleased with herself . . .
What is the story behind this photo?

Has she just eaten the canary?

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