• Climbing up an abandoned ski lift tower in Delaware Water Gap.

  • I want to see more girl monsters. Girl giants, girl dragons, hulks & trolls. Scylla and hydra. Girl monsters who are huge and whole. Teeth and plush fur and long muscled tails. Heads enough to see you anywhere. Gleaming green or brown. But girl monsters are usually zombies or vampires. Pale and thin, bleeding or dead. Not Lady Lazarus, not a phoenix from the ash. I want to see how you get strong without being broken first. Get strong and stay strong. Get big and bigger.

    —Terror Incognita (via kateoplis)

  • “You don’t see the skilled professional as much anymore - the classic bumps, the hug-and-lift,” said Capt. Brian Korn, commander of the Sixth District, which covers portions of Center City.

    “Lo, the poor pickpockets. Whither they have wandered?” The Inquirer asked in 1932 under the headline “Dips Vanishing from Crooks’ Armies.”

    In 1947, another Inquirer reporter wrote that the craft was dying. “The young crook of today won’t spend the years of careful apprenticeship required to develop the sensitive touch and fleeting fingers that left the victims unaware.”

    By 1970, Detective John Kelly of the Police Department’s intelligence squad estimated there were only three professional pickpockets left in Philadelphia.

    “Anyone can pick a handbag,” Kelly said then. “That doesn’t take an education. But picking pockets is an art.”