People get things wrong, and that’s “living,” getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again.
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Sir Ian Mckellen for S.S. Daley Fall 2023 Ready-To-Wear.
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There are no physical stimuli for brown - no brown light. Brown is not in the spectrum. There is no such thing as a clear brown, only a muddy one.
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Lead decomposes in jars of vinegar to produce the ground on which we paint. Rome poisoned itself with leaden wine vessels. The whitest of whites is titanium which has the greatest hiding power of any of the whites. It is very stable, unaffected by heat, light or air and is the youngest of the whites, having been introduced after the First World War.
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Didion’s writing is both nonchalant and sharp – like a drunk with a knife in her hand.
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Sade Adu 1985
Photographer David Graves
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The dog tried to keep up, panting and thrusting her neck forwards as though she were pulling a cart. For her Jesus slowed down - exasperating. Margery was thirteen years older than Jesus and she had just given birth.
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A blond dog too old to chase the grazing hares barked at them with joy, each bark so full it lifted the front of her body off the ground. She was broad abeam an trotted alongside Margery and Jesus on stiff arthritic legs. She caught Margery's eye, a gleeful camaraderie.
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Margery followed on short legs in cheaper shoes, wearing a mantle of black wool. Her breath whistled and a stitch rode high in her side. Her shoes were ponderous with grey mud. Jesus did not slow down on hills. 'Why are you walking so fast?' He looked back, eyebrows raised.
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Jesus had the forward stiff-legged gait of an athletic woman. He wore a short green brocade gown with bagpipe sleeves and a high dagged collar; his beaver hat was lined with vermilion velvet and bore a plume of gold threads. His feet felt cunning in expensive boots.
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Sorry. Leaving earth
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when i got home i laid out the shells on a long pale table in my husband's studio and they looked like music
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Kindred spirits
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