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Castello abbandonato di Castiglion Ghinibaldi, Toscana. Photo - Matteo Capirola
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Costume designed by Adrian for Marie Antoinette - 1938 (detail, my scan)
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lina zhang in ‘a même la peau’ by joséphine løchen for harper’s bazaar france, february 2024
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“this lost nymph of thine, free as the air, invisibly, she strays about these thornless wilds; her pleasant days she tastes unseen;”
— John Keats, from Lamia.
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Massive carved Smiling Faces of the Bayon Temple of Angkor, Cambodia
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Victor Marais-Milton - He loves me, he loves me not (1917)
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60 pages left of women in love, and my next read has just arrived <33333
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Robert Anning Bell (English, 1863--1933)
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Detail of fresco, Villa Oplontis by Ashley Hicks.
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“Well, the Gothic can be conducive to suppressed voices emerging, like in a haunted house. At its core, the Gothic drama is fundamentally about voiceless things—the dead, the past, the marginalized—gaining voices that cannot be ignored.”
— Carmen Maria Machado, interviewed by Theodore McCombs for Electric Literature (x)
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Me when someone says it’s lunchtime but it’s actually Time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet and time to murder and create and time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate time for you and time for me and time yet for a hundred indecisions and for a hundred visions and revisions
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Sycamore hair comb by Lucien Gaillard, horn and silver, early 1900s.
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my favorite bit of "rich people are Like That" ephemera that I picked up from my Russian literature binge was from a noble character who was complaining about his serfs neglecting their duties, specifically the duty of staying up all night long slapping the pond water in order to prevent the frogs from croaking so that the nobleman could enjoy his sleep at his country estate with its adorable pond. whenever I hear wealthy people's complaints in this day and age the majority of it automatically filters to "the fucking serfs won't slap the pond anymore and it's honestly so destructive and cruel of them to deny me my beauty sleep like this" type statements
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enfants riches déprimés fw24 details
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