The Real Silver Foxx

60ish retired Air Force veteran. College professor. Art student. Indulging my passion for fashion, art, architecture, literature & archeology.
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[b✨ @pYSLrada]

Yasmeen Ghauri for
Viviennie Westwood

[Stella McCartney @StellaMcCartney]

Autumn 2026 dresses.

Lead-free crystals are applied to hand-crafted and GOTS-certified silk petals.

Lead is a toxic metal that can be poisonous to human and environmental health, affecting local biodiversity, animal and plant reproduction, and causing neurological effects. Our crystals are lead-free*, are more durable, and safer for people and planet.

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#StellaMcCartney #StellaAutumn26

[Dior @Dior]

Rihanna in Dior by Jonathan Anderson for the cover of EE72 magazine.

[Catherine Curzon @MadameGilflurt]

#frockingfabulous #RalphLauren of 2006, via Marcio Madeira.

[helen warlow @HWarlow]

Lucey Almey Bird
Whimsical homely and comfortable. Everyday life
Taunton ( Devon)
Love her work. She’s really good at patterns.
I chose the hens today. All her work is fabulous. I find it uplifting

[Be A King @BerniceKing]

As we observe Black Music Month, this 1958 Jet cover reflects a part of my mother’s public life that is sometimes overlooked. Her voice and artistry were part of the freedom movement, and music was one of the ways she contributed to the struggle for justice.

Her artistry and her activism were never separate.

#CorettaScottKing #BlackMusicMonth #JetMagazine #JetBeauty #MLK

[Pop Core @TheePopCore]

BLACKPINK has surpassed 1 BILLION streams on Spotify in 2026.

— They are the FIRST Female K-pop Group to achieve this milestone this year.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

She got fired for feeding hungry kids.

Debbie Solsman spent 14 years as a beloved lunch lady at Denver Place Elementary School in Wilmington, Ohio. Every single day, she watched kids walk out of the lunch line holding nothing but a plain cheese sandwich simply because they had no money in their account. The other children in the cafeteria knew exactly why those kids got the cheese sandwich, and so did Debbie.

She refused to let that slide.

When students couldn't afford to pay for their food, she covered the cost out of her own pocket right then and there, or wrote IOUs, put them in the cash register, and paid them off with her next paycheck. She would sometimes buy hungry students an extra slice of pizza, asking them what they had for supper the night before. Sometimes they told her nothing.

Solsman heard stories of food insecurity constantly. Children who already received a free lunch would come back saying they were still hungry, and she learned they hadn't even had supper the night before.

Then the school found out.

The official reason for her firing was "failure to account for food sales at her cashier job in the cafeteria and providing food without payment to her grandchildren." Solsman said the turn of events had been "really hard" and she "felt like termination was a harsh punishment."

Despite her firing, Solsman said she would do the same thing again if a student told her they were hungry. The attention drawn to her story led to two job offers at other schools.

[Dr. M.F. Khan @Dr_TheHistories]

She possessed unimaginable wealth and dazzling jewels, yet history would remember her through the son whose actions shocked an empire.

In the 1890s, Princess Zinaida Nikolaevna Yusupova was photographed at her magnificent estate of Arkhangelskoye near Moscow, dressed in Romani attire, reflecting a fascination shared by many members of Russia's aristocracy. By that time, Romani musicians had become celebrated figures in Moscow and Saint Petersburg, enchanting noble audiences with performances that blended traditional Romani melodies with Russian folk music and European salon styles. Their artistry captivated high society, and embracing elements of Romani culture became fashionable among the elite. Against this backdrop, the young princess appeared as one of the most admired women of her generation.

Born into the immensely wealthy House of Yusupov, Zinaida inherited a fortune estimated at more than 20 million gold rubles, making her the richest woman in the Russian Empire. Her family possessed thirty-seven estates, luxurious palaces, country residences, and extensive industrial enterprises. Celebrated for her beauty, refinement, and graceful manners, she enjoyed exceptional favor at the Imperial Court and maintained close friendships with Grand Duchess Elizabeth Feodorovna and Grand Duke Sergei Alexandrovich. The Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna frequently welcomed her, and contemporaries often described Zinaida as the embodiment of elegance and femininity. Her collection of more than two hundred pieces of jewelry ranked among the most remarkable private collections in Europe.

Yet despite her immense fortune and privileged position, fate would link her name forever to one of the most controversial figures of the final imperial years. Zinaida was the mother of Prince Felix Yusupov, who married Princess Irina Alexandrovna, the beloved niece of Emperor Nicholas II. In 1916, Felix gained worldwide notoriety for his role in the assassination of Grigori Rasputin, an event that became one of the most dramatic episodes in the twilight of the Romanov dynasty. The revolution that followed swept away the world Zinaida had known, forcing her and her family into exile.

Far from the splendor of imperial Russia, Princess Zinaida spent her final years abroad, witnessing the destruction of the society in which she had once reigned as one of its brightest stars. Although she lost her estates, treasures, and homeland, her name endured through memories of her beauty, generosity, and extraordinary wealth. Today, she remains one of the most fascinating women of the Romanov era, remembered not only as the richest woman in the Russian Empire, but also as the mother of the man whose actions became inseparable from the legend of Rasputin and the final years of the tsars.

© Historical Stories

#drthehistories

[Catherine Curzon @MadameGilflurt]

Here’s the next in our week devoted to #NormanHartnell’s #frockingfabulous birthday! The Queen wore this dress for a visit to Pakistan in 1950. #Fashionhistory via the Royal Collection Trust.

[helen warlow @HWarlow]

Lucy Grossmith
Joyful painting by this much loved English Watercolours artist
I haven’t seen this one before, her work is pretty and always brings a happy vibe with it

[Science girl @sciencegirl]

After more than a century of construction, La Sagrada Família reached another milestone on 10 June 2026 when the Tower of Jesus Christ was lit for the first time

[ʙʏ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʜᴀɴᴅ @bymortalhand]

This is the Château de Beaumesnil, a magnificent 17th-century baroque castle in Normandy, France.

Timeless beauty!

[Ben Crump @AttorneyCrump]

Two Black boys running a lemonade stand received an unexpected show of support after someone called 911 on them. Instead of shutting them down, Kansas City police officers and firefighters showed up to support them, helping them earn hundreds of dollars. This is what community should look like! Investing in our youth instead off discouraging their entrepreneurship. ✊🏿

[helen warlow @HWarlow]

‘The Breakfast Room’
Pierre Bonnard (1867-1947)
French Post Impressionist
Love his domestic scenes
The roses on the tablecloths are beautifully painted.

[VOGUE India @VOGUEIndia]

🔗: https://t.co/qEcPw8eD1n
This couple's love story came full circle with a wedding in Kolkata

[Sann @san_x_m]

Her name is Subhasini Mistry.

She was married at the age of twelve. By the time she was around twenty-three, her husband Sadhan Chandra, a vegetable vendor near Kolkata, had died from a treatable illness.

The family could not afford medical care.

She was left with four children, no formal education and almost no money.

In the months that followed, the family slipped into extreme poverty. At one point, she had to place her eldest son in an orphanage because she could not feed him.

After her husband’s death, she made a promise to herself.

No one else in her village would die because they were too poor to afford treatment.

For a woman who could not read or write, it seemed impossible.

But she started anyway.

She worked as a domestic servant. She worked as a farm labourer. She sold vegetables on the roadside, the same work her husband had done.

For nearly twenty years, she saved whatever she could.

Part of that money went toward educating her son Ajoy. He eventually became a doctor.

With her savings, she bought a small plot of land in Hanspukur.

In the 1990s, with her son treating patients and villagers contributing whatever they could, she opened a small medical centre there.

They called it Humanity Hospital.

It began in a single room.

Today, it has dozens of beds and treats hundreds of patients every week, many of them free of charge.

In 2018, the woman who had never received a formal education was awarded the Padma Shri by the President of India.

She could not save her husband.

So she spent the next four decades helping thousands of other families save theirs.

Follow for stories India deserves to remember.

[🕉 Keshav Sharma @aumkeshavsharma]

Kindness and Compassion For All Each Day Brings Happiness and Abundance

[Victoria Haddock @vickyhaddock]

This week's #ThirtiesThursday garment is this striking black silk taffeta evening dress designed by Madeleine Vionnet in 1936. The skirt features multiple tiered flounces that extend around the sides and back of the dress into a demi-train. @museumatFIT collection #fashionhistory

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

I went to the shelter looking for one old cat.

Two untouched food bowls changed my mind.

At the end of a row of cages sat two senior cats pressed tightly together.

An orange cat named Otis.

A gray cat named Milo.

Neither touched their food.

Neither seemed interested in the people walking by.

They only seemed interested in each other.

I had come with a plan.

My children were grown.

My husband had been gone for years.

The house was quiet.

Too quiet.

I didn’t want a kitten.

I wanted one older cat.

Someone who understood long naps, sunny windows, and peaceful afternoons.

Then the shelter worker stopped in front of Otis and Milo.

“They lost their person,” she said.

I nodded.

Then she told me the rest.

After their owner died, the cats spent days sitting outside the locked front door waiting for someone who was never coming home.

A neighbor left food.

Otis would eat a little and then step aside for Milo.

Milo wouldn’t eat unless Otis sat beside him.

When rescuers arrived, Milo hid under the porch.

Otis stayed in the yard and made one small sound.

Milo came out immediately.

That detail broke my heart.

Not because it was dramatic.

Because it was simple.

Two frightened old cats had lost everything.

And somehow they still found comfort in each other.

The shelter tried finding them homes.

Families wanted one cat.

Not two.

Some thought they were too old.

Others thought Milo seemed too withdrawn.

One family wanted only Otis.

The shelter tried separating them once.

Just once.

Otis stopped eating.

Milo sat facing a wall for hours.

They never tried again.

I kept reminding myself:

One cat.

One bed.

One food bowl.

One set of vet bills.

One small companion.

That was the plan.

Then Otis slowly stood.

His legs were stiff.

His fur was thin.

He didn’t try to impress me.

He simply stepped in front of Milo.

Like a tired older brother protecting the only family he had left.

Milo finally looked up.

The shelter worker opened the cage.

I sat on the floor.

Otis approached first.

Careful.

Suspicious.

Then Milo leaned forward.

Just a little.

And rested his chin on my hand.

Not a purr.

Not a cuddle.

Just a tiny act of trust.

As if he were asking:

“Are we allowed to stay together this time?”

That was it.

I was done.

I looked at the shelter worker and said:

“I think I’m going to need two cat beds.”

She immediately turned away so I wouldn’t see her cry.

The ride home was quiet.

At one stoplight, I glanced in the rearview mirror.

Otis had his chin resting on Milo’s head.

For the first time, neither looked afraid.

At home, I put down two bowls.

This time, they ate.

Side by side.

That night I found them sleeping together beside the living room window.

Otis had one paw draped across Milo’s back.

Milo was tucked against his chest.

Neither looked like they were waiting anymore.

I can’t replace the person they lost.

Some loves leave spaces nobody else is meant to fill.

But maybe love doesn’t have to replace what came before.

Maybe it just sits quietly beside it.

Otis and Milo didn’t need a perfect home.

They only needed the same home.

And somehow, in giving that to them, they gave something back to me.

I went looking for one old cat.

Instead, two old cats made my house feel like home again.

Via Born Legend