margaret keane, 1963 (via cathy of california)

Read Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “If I Were A Man” on the subway this morning and got stuck on the “idolized millinery” part: 

The massed fluffed hair was at once attractive and foolish, and on that hair, at every angle, in all colors, tipped, twisted, tortured into every crooked shape, made of any substance chance might offer, perched these formless objects. Then, on their formlessness the trimmings—these squirts of stiff feathers, these violent outstanding bows of glistening ribbon, these swaying, projecting masses of plumage which tormented the faces of bystanders.

VIOLENT OUTSTANDING BOWS.