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💄 Alberto European Hairspray || 1986
A little sketch from my sketchbook. I really like this character. I really should draw more traditional art. Love what one can do with a simple pencil.
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@pscentral event 28: throwback
THE STAR WARS PREQUEL TRILOGY on VHS [in/sp] All three prequel trilogy films were officially released on VHS in April 2000, November 2002 and October 2005 respectively. They were the last Star Wars films to be released on the format.
Sunday night starter pack:
Disney movie
Pop corn
Feeling like a princess
made this with my dads old camcorder
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corn dog casting couch
photos [of me] by @/_gabbymanson_ on ig
Some quick pick ups today, jethro tull vinyl, some vintage snap back caps, and a vcr/dvd combo 🤘
Some of my most recent VHS pickups from the huge lot of tapes I posted about recently. I’ll post more as I sort and clean and decide what to keep 😉
Picked up this Halloween vinyl I’ve been searching for, a handy VHS rewinder…aaaaand a trunk full of VHS tapes 😅
Todays pick up a couple VHS, some Laserdisc goodness, and one lonely Vinyl 🙌
#vhs #vinyl #laserdisc #collector
A couple new editions to the VHS collection thanks to a friend 🙏
#vhs #vhscollector #startrek #lordoftherings #lotr #matrix #blairwitch #thenet #vintage #retro #collection
Vhsige
Waves, like eye worms float in my field of view, fixed on a point. The point is the image of a woman, every strand of hair its own entity of woman. Brushed perfectly, my feelings brushed perfectly, as I lie in bed I watch her hair fall over me, I feel it in my sleep when I dream and a million fingers grace my cheeks. Her gentle curve is an image, like an image on a curved screen so smooth it isnt real. Im depressed again. I do not love the woman but the lines, the static, the electricity between us. If i touched her she would shock me, make my heart stop beating. I don't know who she is and I'm afraid to find out. I want her image, to be her image, and let the humanity left slip away. Perhaps you may feel it one day on our tape, when you play the tape. When you hold a finger over the TV screen and feel that familiar fuzz you had forgotton. A memory you can't quite reach? That is my hand reaching out to touch yours, but never reaching.
Black Tape
I saw her in my favorite film, locked away in locks of black tape, tied and spun unspun, she comes undone and back again.
She is a VHS tape, or the film on that tape, or perhaps the reel on the wheel, perhaps her heart the mysterious motor as equally unknown to me as the human heart.
Maybe she's her eye on the screen, magnetic gaze on a magnetic image, the magnitute of all those pixels buzzes like an earthquake far away...
I seek her in my memory but my memorys go by too fast, im rewinding the tape. I wear her memory as she wears me with her look, undressing whatever it is that makes me me so that she can be me.
I must see her in my dreams but i forget. I wake up on a pile of black tape, sometimes wishing she could tie me up in it. Tie me in knots and spin her web till im but a mummy, ready to sleep forever and never forget my dreams again...
everything i thrifted over the weekend