Thursday, September 13, 2012

Catching up, pictorially

Reader "RPS" steered us to this wonderful image other musicians listening to Ella (by Herman Leonard) in response to our recent series of jazz photos. Adam Gopnik's AV feature for the BBC celebrates the "A" train in words, music, and photos.

An eye doctor at Dartmouth is convinced the person at right is also Emily Dickinson, later in life—making this the second photo of the great poet, if true. I am dubious. Weigh the evidence at the History Blog.

Stephen King was one of only three authors I recognized right off the bat in a Flavorwire slideshow on writers' school photos. How about you?.
All hail the Amazon Queen of tennis!
Be advised: you must have a very strong stomach to scroll through even one page of CakeWrecks!

Re the post of Charles Darwin's psychomachia regarding marriage: Guess who said this … no peeking!
"I think people marry far too much; it is such a lottery, and for a poor woman – bodily and morally the husband’s slave – a very doubtful happiness."
Queen Victoria wrote this to her daughter. Very strange, considering her adoration of Albert! Maybe she knew she had it better than most women.


  1. My favorite was definitely Kerouac. It's amazing to think that someone so progressive, radical, and revolutionary in thinking and attitude could look so clean cut and conservative in his highschool photo. Funny thing about the beats is that unlike hippies, they were very well groomed.

  2. There's still a fair bit of research to be done before it's really authenticated, but the more I look at the pictures, the more I'm convinced that the second one really is Emily Dickinson. All the minute differences are consistent with the aging process, in my mind. A commenter over at the history blog did a photoshop overlay of the two, and they are scarily similar. The eyes are really the kicker for me - they are almost exactly the same.

    1. I have to agree...the differences are so small. The ONLY thing that I find odd is the length of her chin. In the first picture it's super small and then in the second it's normal-sized. Weird...

  3. Loved the comment on Maurice Sendak's HS graduation photo! P.S. That's the dress Serena was wearing for her appearance on Letterman.

  4. Maurice Sendak's yearbook quote was very appropriate! The only thing that throws me off with the Dickinson photo is the lips, they're very much different.

  5. We are lacking information about photographic method, lighting, lens type, camera type--which might make a difference. But my impression is these are two different people. Emily's photo shows characteristics which would be more pronounced by aging, which are lacking in the second photo. Having much experience with eye doctors, I have learned to mistrust their observations...but that does not influence my doubt.

  6. I agree with Molly Monday, the lips are different the real Dickinson photo and the possible second photo of her, also the eyes look a bit different to me as well, it may just be aging but her eyes are kinda puffy alleged second pic.

  7. Those cake wrecks are quite hillarious! Sadly, those kids made better/more creative looking cakes than I could make. LOL

  8. I love the Dickinson photos, though they may drive me INSANE!! I think they're both her. Probably just colagen:) You know celebrities love to have work done, haha...

  9. Anyone who thinks those two birds are the same NEEDS an eye doctor! Despite having a shorter neck, the second girl would be taller than Emily.

  10. Wow Jack Kerouac... *swoon*

  11. If this is not Emily (and I think it is not), it raises questions as to the motive of the person sitting next to her. The hair and dress, so very outdated by the year the picture had to be taken, if real, seem to echo the known picture of Emily. The expressions on the two ladies, the grim-faced Mrs. Anthon and the mildly blank face of her companion, do not coincide with the idea of two friends on a lark.
    Apparently the extant correspondence between the two does not mention the picture sitting, or we wouldn't be wondering over the authenticity today. Yet how would a writer not descant upon the second photo ever taken in her life?