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"New York circa 1901. Evelyn Nesbit, age 16, brought to the studio by Stanford White. A chorus girl turned artists' model, Evelyn Nesbit was at the center of a huge scandal in 1906 when her husband killed her former lover, the architect Stanford White."

There's a lot of sexual symbolism in the picture...the mouth and placement of the cup are suggestive, and she's wearing part of her hair up as a grown woman would, and part of it in the curls that a young girl of that time would wear. She's on the cusp of womanhood, much to the delight of Stanford White! ;D

I've read her two memiors, as well as a new biography called American Eve, all very interesting. Tragedy seemed to find her...she was very witty and intelligent, but made many poor choices that changed the course of her life. My boyfriend and theolive have often said that I resemble her. Particularly in this picture:



I really see it, so I'm very flattered!

Here is a site about Evelyn here: http://evelynnesbit.com/

Jennymonster sighting:



She was foraging in the Fluevog Shoe Bushes and emerged victorious with these:



They are so pretty and Edwardian/20's/30's-esque! Like everything good, they are pink inside! ;D Really comfortable, too!

My shoulder and arm ache like mad--I would like to claim that I injured it in whilst engaged in some derring do, but really it's that same old injury from last fall with the water buckets. Drat!

I've been working on my French a lot! It's much, much better. I want to practice with someone! Lately I've been looking at French blogs and reading magazines about France. Oooh, I want to go! I watched Diabolique, too. It was really creepy and reminded me of Hitchcock. I thought Vera Cluzot was sexy.

Even those I never post, and I rarely comment on journals, I'm sneaking around here all the time reading your journals. I miss Livejournal. I'm thinking about making my own journal layout like I used to. And in the spirit of the old LJ days, I want to ask for music recommendations! I haven't heard anything "new" in a while.

By Michael Kahn Tue Oct 16, 1:54 PM ET
LONDON (Reuters) - It was sensational stuff that riveted a nation: A mild-mannered American doctor poisons then dismembers his unfaithful wife, flees England in disguise with his mistress -- and is caught, tried and hanged.


The problem is that the poisoned corpse that sent Dr Hawley Crippen to the gallows in London in 1910 was not that of his wife, according to new evidence found by U.S. researchers.
A team led by John Trestrail, head of the regional poison centre in Grand Rapids, Michigan, took mitochondrial DNA -- genetic material passed on through the mother -- from a tissue sample from the corpse kept in a London museum.
They then compared it with samples from three of Cora Crippen's female descendants, found after a 7-year search.
"That body was not Cora Crippen's," said David Foran, a forensic biologist at Michigan State University. "We don't know who that body was or how it got there."
Crippen, a struggling doctor who moved to England with his showgirl wife, was convicted of poisoning her with an obscure toxin and then burying her dismembered body under their North London home.
Police nabbed Crippen and his mistress on a transatlantic ship as it entered Canadian waters. The captain had recognized the doctor from newspapers and become suspicious of his companion, disguised as a man, and famously used the newly invented wireless telegraph to alert the British police.
"POISONERS DON'T MUTILATE"
"The thing about the Crippen case is the mutilation, which is contradictory to what poisoners do," said Trestrail, whose books on poisons are used by detectives across the world. "They want a 'natural death' certificate, and to walk away."
Police found the remains with no head, no bones and no genitals. The grisly revelation shocked the public, spurring newspapers to describe Crippen as "one of the most dangerous and remarkable men who have lived this century."
Throughout the trial and all the way to the gallows, he insisted that he was innocent and the body not that of his wife.
But his flight, and the contradictory accounts he gave of his wife's disappearance, did him no favors.
The final nail in his coffin was evidence of a scar on the body, which convinced the jury that it was Cora's, an inference that the researchers now say was almost certainly wrong.
But they concede that other evidence clearly shows that the body could only have made its way to Crippen's house when he and his wife were living there.
Trestrail speculates that Crippen might have been performing illegal abortions and that the body could have resulted from a procedure that went horribly wrong.
There are also clues suggesting that Cora Crippen slipped out of England with a new man and settled in the United States.
"The two questions are 'Where did she go?' and 'Whose remains are they?'," Trestrail said. "But that is another investigation and trial."

I've been listening to this pirate radio show, Post Punk for Post Punks, all the time. It was a S.f./L.A. show that's no longer being broadcast, but you can download mp3s of all the shows. And what shows they are! They're all themed: Love, Death, Drugs, Religion, various cities and years. The music is great--so much I already love, and so much else that I've never heard before, but become new favorites. The host is very funny and such a music geek. I think adriennnnnnnnne would probably like it a lot. Maybe you, too.

Post Punk for Post Punks

Don't forget to check the archives--they go way, way, way back.

I tried to make scary cookies, but they're horrible mutants. Not the good kind of mutants that are radioactive and have psi powers. Just the lumpen ugly kind.

I think my favorite word is priapic.

I've been answering phones upstairs at work since I hurt myself. I work in a floral department and do a lot of heavy lifting (buckets of water), and I guess I sprained my shoulder. I have to go to their worker's comp doctors every Monday, and they seem to be rather lacking. It's been almost a month now, and my physical therapy hasn't been approved by their insurance yet! It's such an uncomfortable situation to be in...the skepticism over whether you're really hurt. And then it's also a drag to sit around staring into space, waiting for the phones to ring. A new boss who doesn't pay any attention to what I do was there tonight, so I played a game on my DS (the new Phoenix Wright! God, I love those games!).

I hear partying students in the hall.

I also read the new Fortean Times today. Sadly, Weekly World News is folding. I liked to read it when I was a kid, not because I believed the stories, but because I thought it was so funny. I haven't bought it in years, however. So I didn't know that the infamous Bat Boy was now assisting in the hunt for bin Laden, chosen by the government because of his special cave-dwelling skills.