Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Apothecary, Thy Drugs Are Quick

I do remember an apothecary,--
And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting this penury, to myself I said
An if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'

- Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare

The images above were found via Indigenous Dialogues
a Tumblr treasure trove of apothecary ephemera and more.


Tereza Anton said...

These selection is so beautiful, amazing stuff :).

Barbara said...

Terrific photos, great compositions. Reminds of a shop on Etsy called For Strange Women ~ she's an artisan perfumer, and her photos and packaging are really cool neo-Victorian-esque.