On the afternoon of June 6, 1889, John E. Back, a worker in Victor Clairmont’s cabinet-making shop near Front Street and Madison Avenue, was heating glue over a gasoline fire. Sometime around 2:30 pm, the glue boiled over and caught fire. The fire soon spread to the wood chips and turpentine covering the floor. Back attempted to douse the fire with water which only served to spread the fire further. The fire department arrived by 2:45, but by that time the area was so smoky that the source of the fire could not be determined. At first it was assumed to have begun in the paint shop above Clairmont’s woodworking shop and the Seattle newspaper erroneously ran this story the next day.
By the morning of June 7, the fire had burned 25 city blocks, including the entire business district, four of the city’s wharves, and its railroad terminals. The fire would be called the most destructive fire in the history of Seattle. Despite the massive destruction of property, the only casualty was a young boy named James Goin. However, there were fatalities during the cleanup process and over 1 million rodents were killed. Total losses were estimated at nearly $20,000,000 ($656 million in today’s dollars)
Over the next 18 hours, the blaze wiped out the town’s business district and waterfront. Miraculously, there were no human fatalities. Because of the fire, the streets in downtown Seattle now sit up to 22 feet above the original street levels.
In a year’s time, Seattle had nearly been rebuilt. All the construction jobs sparked a population boom, and Seattle grew from a town of 25,000 into a full-fledged city of more than 40,000.
Tomorrow is Easter, the day I celebrate horrible Easter Bunny photos and tell myself that this year, I will not eat another jelly bean until Halloween. So let’s fire this up. The Easter Bunny or Easter Rabbit is a character depicted as a rabbit bringing Easter eggs. The Easter Bunny is sometimes depicted with clothes. In legend, the creature carries colored eggs in his basket, candy and sometimes also toys to the homes of children, and as such shows similarities to Santa Claus, as they both bring gifts to children on the night before their respective holiday. It was first mentioned in Georg Franck von Frankenau‘s De ovis paschalibus (About Easter Eggs) in 1682 referring to an Alsace tradition of an Easter Hare bringing Easter Eggs.
These Easter Bunnies are not that kind. The Easter Bunnies pictured below are of the half-assed shopping mall or pastor’s son in a rented costume variety. Some are frighteningly sinister, some do not even appear to be any sort of rabbit, and some are so pathetically bad, they get and F for effort because there was none.
It is quite possible that this Easter Bunny was out late the night before, if those circles around his eyes are any indication.
Granny Easter Bunny is killing it with this empire waist apron.
I do wish parents would stop doing that to their children’s hair. Have we learned nothing from our own bowl-cut photographs?
That’s a pink chipmunk.
What the hell? Is that a cat in a bunny costume?
Are they all screaming? Are the bunnies laughing that the girl is crying? It looks like they are on a roller coaster.
That bunny is so high.
I love how the little girl is pleading with the photographer “Save yourself, tell our story!”
The black background is a brave choice. It lets the viewer imagine the setting for himself: middle of a shopping mall or kidnappers secret dungeon?
This is a suppressed memory I hope that little girl never recovers. I am not even sure that is a bunny, it looks like a fucked up melted clown candle.
What? I am uncomfortable just looking at this “bunny.” I think it is a woman in a pink union suit with a pair of long underwear bottoms on her head. Or a man. I don’t know.
Little kids eat the heads off chocolate bunnies first, why would we think any different if the roles were reversed?
Easter Bunny says “HEEEEYYYYYY!”
It is true, a picture does say a thousand words, but in this case, most of them have a question mark after them. What? Why? Huh? Did I just witness something?
Again, not a bunny.
The latest casualty from the “Stand Your Ground” legislation.
That is a healthy suspicion, little lady. Extra points for the protection and skates (for a fast get away) if that sloppy-eyed creep tries anything.
You know that thing where people kinda look like their pets?
How is it that most Easter Bunny mask parts have the same sort of open-mouthed expressions and it can sometimes look like they are laughing, sometimes screaming, sometimes sneezing, and sometimes really enjoying some Easter-Bunny-on-Greyhound love. Unfortunately, from now on, I will probably only ever see the “Easter Bunny Sex Face,” if you don’t believe me, scroll back up and take another look at the photos. Ya, sorry about that.
Yesterday was the 156th birthday of the French photographer Eugène Atget who took photographs of people and things at a time when most photography being taken was portraiture. His photos of paris a the turn of the century are hauntingly beautiful.
NAME: Eugène Atget
OCCUPATION: Actor, Photographer
BIRTH DATE: February 12, 1857
DEATH DATE: August 04, 1927
PLACE OF BIRTH: Libourne, France
PLACE OF DEATH: Paris, France
Best Known For: French photographer Eugène Atget recorded everything he considered picturesque or artistic in and around Paris, with an eye for strange and unsettling images.
At around age 30, Eugène Atget settled in Paris and became a photographer. The rest of his life was spent recording everything he could that he considered picturesque or artistic in and around Paris, with an eye for strange and unsettling images. His main clients were museums and historical societies. After World War I he received a commission to document the brothels of Paris.
Words from a woman who LIVED/LOVED/LAUGHED the hell out of life. You should do it too, in your own way.
“The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they’re going to have some pretty annoying virtues.” – Elizabeth Taylor
It is easy to say, difficult to try, and very hard to recognize in others, but it can be done, horizons can expand, thoughts can evolve, as long as there is life, there is potential for growth.
“Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.” – Jack Kerouac
“She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald, The Collected Writings