I don’t think you understand how in love with Duane Bryers “Hilda” I am. Like, to the point I want a tattoo, but there are too many amazing drawings. If you’re not obsessed with her, get obsessed. Thanks.
I want to be best friends with her.
Hilda is the greatest ever.
Personal hero. I have a friend who strongly resembles Hilda and she is just as magical and divine as these paintings.
Comics histories sometimes reduce the Golden Age to the Superman Age: an era of lily white, squeaky-clean, manly-man heroes punching bank robbers and selling World War II propaganda. But the raucous variety of early comics is much more complex. For a weird, wild, 15-year span beginning in the late 1930s, the comic book racks of America’s newsstands were bursting with four-color contradictions. Images of half-naked, subjugated women appeared side by side with comics featuring independent heroines, like Women Outlaws.
Man, what an excellent read…
let’s take a moment to appreciate my boyfriends house and this magical room I can’t even
holy mother of gods
A forest bath while you bathe. Incredible. This would only work, of course, if you didn’t have a cat.