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stayliquidarchive · 8 months

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closed starter for @eulcgizeme !!

muse. (sneak attack random newbie) aubrey wilde.

" do you lose sleep just at the thought of me? "

#eulcgizeme.#╰ aubrey wilde.#closed starter.

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nobrashfestivity · 9 months

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Salomé is a 1922 silent film directed by Charles Bryant and Alla Nazimova, who also stars. It is an adaptation of the 1891 Oscar Wilde play of the same name

Aubrey Beardsley illustrations and screencaps from the old Cosmic Machine blogspot

#Aubrey Beardsley #salome #oscar wilde #costumes #film #art deco #design

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6cunning6linguist6 · 12 days

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Aubrey Plaza & Elizabeth Olsen

#deuces wild #aubrey plaza #elizabeth olsen #starshine #cuddles #utterly adorable

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hey-scully-itsme · 5 months

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and they were tie-mates (oh my god they were tie-mates)

#I FINALLY DREW THEM #only took me a year #i'm absolutely gonna keep messing around with design options for both of them #but i had to have a place to start and as far as starting points go i'm pretty happy with this!#i always forget that i can draw people and not just animals #crazy fact: if you practice drawing people you get better at it. wild. i know.#who knows what stephen's saying #jack's laughing about it whatever it is #aubreyad #aubrey-maturin #jack aubrey #stephen maturin

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tygerland · 5 months

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Aubrey Beardsley A Large Christmas Card. From The Savoy No. 1 - January 1896.

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hi-there-cake · 10 months

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i finished ortolio.

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zellk · 2 months

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Funny romance charts - FFXIV OCs edition (empty chart)

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happilyeveraftereveryday · 2 months

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Hello Argylle fandom!

Here's a quick catalog of things that I thought might be useful for other fic writers!

Elly's drink is called a "Whisker Sour" (lol) and is a play on a Whiskey Sour (recipe here). It's served in a tumbler or Old Fashioned Glass with an argyle/hatch/diamond etched pattern. (hi-res photo above from Apple)

The Argylle book cover colors in the hardback set are:

Argylle I - yellow

Argylle II - red

Argylle III - blue

Argylle IV - purple (the one Elly reads from at the signing and that Aiden is reading on the train)

The first paragraph of the author's biography reads: "ELLY CONWAY is the author of the bestselling Argylle series of books, which have sold over 250 million copies worldwide, been published in more than 200 territories and been translated into 73 languages."

Penguin Random House does have a biography page for her, which simply reads: "Elly Conway was born and raised in upstate New York. She wrote her first novel about Agent Argylle while working as a waitress in a late-night diner." They did come out with an actual book of Argylle that can be purchased, and the dedication and author's notes are particularly interesting to see in light of the movie's plot.

Hope this was helpful, and since it's for fanfic, feel free to use or ignore at your discretion! Please let me know if there's anything else you'd like to see or know. Thanks!

Photo sources (x, x, x, x)

#argylle #elly conway #aubrey argylle #sam rockwell #bryce dallas howard #matthew vaughn #argylle movie #fanfiction #fanfic resource #aiden wilde #elly x aiden #argylle fanfiction #henry cavill

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anthropologistfromentropy · 7 months

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Finally found out the art is from Oscar Wilde's Salome! (Artist is Aubrey Beardsley).

Still can't find a blouse like that tho 😔 I *need* it!! It's just not the same on a plain t shirt.

Felix Yusupov in Karamora has the most gorgerous costuming I have ever seen. I honestly want half of what he wears 😅

#felix yusupov #karamora #oscar wilde #aubrey beardsley #salome #art #fashion #art nouveau

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uwmspeccoll · 2 years

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Staff Pick of the Week, Part Two!

Here we continue our look at the 1938 two-volume edition of Oscar Wilde’s one-act play, Salome, published by the Limited Editions Club in an edition of 1,500. Catch up on Part One here.

The English-language volume was printed at The Fanfare Press in London under the direction of Ernest Ingram. Illustrations for the English volume are by Aubrey Beardsley, reproduced from the First English Edition (London: Elkin Mathews and John Lane, 1894). Aubrey had produced sixteen drawings to accompany Wilde’s play, but John Lane had omitted four of them from the original publication and had expurgated two more. It was learning about these additional Beardsley illustrations, as well as Wilde’s lukewarm feelings for the English translation, that sparked the idea to produce two volumes for the work. The Limited Editions Club was able to obtain clear reproductions of Beardsley’s original drawings and included all sixteen (unedited!) in their edition.

Ingram selected Bembo type “because of its crisp design, which harmonizes with the pen line in the Beardsley drawings; and because if its rich black color, which harmonizes with the rich blackness of the Beardsley drawings.” It is the same type used in the Limited Editions Club/Yale University Press edition of W. Somerset Maugham’s Of Human Bondage that we just posted about last week. It is printed on a cream-colored, mould-made rag paper created for the production of this volume in Holland.

Compare Ingram’s design work on the English volume to René Ben Sussan’s choices for the French volume:

It was Beardsley himself who had first attempted to translate the play into English, but Wilde disapproved of the translation and refused to permit its publication. Ultimately, Wilde’s paramour, the poet Lord Alfred Douglas, translated the work, reportedly with extensive revisions by Wilde.

The play was immediately controversial in England for its depictions of biblical characters. The famous French actress Sarah Bernhardt was to play the titular role in the 1892 season at the Royal English Opera House. However, it was unlawful at that time to perform plays that were not approved by the Lord Chamberlain, and an interdiction against the portrayal of biblical characters on the stage halted rehearsals. The play was eventually produced in Paris in 1896, but Wilde never saw it performed. By that time, Wilde had been charged with sodomy and “gross indecency with men” and was sentenced to two years hard labor. Upon his release, Wilde returned to France and would never again set foot on British soil. He died, exiled and impoverished, three years later.

You can find more posts about Limited Editions Club here.

Explore more Staff Picks here.

-Olivia, Special Collections Graduate Intern

#Staff Pick of the Week #Salome #Oscar Wilde #Limited Editions Club #Aubrey Beardsley #The Fanfare Press #Ernest Ingram #fine press books #olivia

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pagansphinx · 7 months

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Aubrey Beardsley (British, 1872-1898) • The Peacock Skirt • 1893 • (illustration by Aubrey Beardsley for Oscar Wilde's play Salomé) • Pen and ink drawing

#art #art history #pen and ink drawing #drawing #aubrey beardsley #british artist #oscar wilde #turn of the century art #illustration

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lutefisk-market · 9 months

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Perseus and the Monster, 1891, Aubrey Beardsley

#aubrey beardsley #art nouveau #aestheticism #oscar wilde #Perseus and the monster #the yellow book #art #my upload

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nobrashfestivity · 10 months

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Aubrey Beardsley

Illustration for Salome

#aubrey beardsley #vintage illustration #salome #oscar wilde

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artdecoandmodernist · 1 year

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1922 Alla Nazimova as Salome. Directed by Charles Bryant. Film adaptation of the Oscar Wilde play Salomé, Costume Design by Natacha Rambova.

Production designer Natacha Rambova based much of Salome’s decor and costumes on the decadent illustrations Aubrey Beardsley produced for the first edition of Oscar Wilde’s play Salome.

#1922 #alla nazimova #salome #charles bryant #natacha rambova #oscar wilde #alla nazimova as salome #silent movie #silent film #silent cinema #20s silent movies #aubrey beardsley #nazimova

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tiny-maus-boots · 9 months

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Down South pt 3

Stacie:

Stacie peeked around the back corner of their house and took note of where the remaining shooters were located. There weren’t that many but a few had taken cover behind still living tumbleweeds that ringed their courtyard. Without a good line of sight Aubrey would be hard pressed to pick them off. In the end each side would resort to potshots at the other until someone ran out of ammo or they lit the house and barn.

Well that sure as hell wasn’t going to happen on her watch. They had spent good long hours together, sweating and bleeding to build a home from nothing but dirt and clay. It was the proudest work she’d ever done and the most peace she had ever felt and she wasn’t willing to let anyone ruin it for her. For any of them. Stacie gave a soft bird whistle and smiled when a volley of shots rang out from the second floor. Just enough fire to give her cover as she scooted the exposed span from the house to the barn.

She ducked inside and closed the door behind her. Shouts from the bushes let her know they’d seen her and they were planning to flush her out. Stacie chuckled and rolled her eyes at the predictability.

“Men. Always in a rush to get ‘er done.”

The tall brunette ducked down behind a squat platform on wheels and pushed it forward to center it to the door. She stepped up behind it and yanked away the heavy canvas tarp covering her newest baby. Stacie’s fingers traced over the calligraphy lovingly etched on the side of one of the six barrels of her gatling gun.

Southern Hospitality.

Each piece was crafted by her own two hands with the help of the local blacksmith. It had taken her weeks just to figure out how to get the lock cylinder to work and truthfully she’d hadn’t had the chance to try her out. There was a very real possibility that it would blow up in her face from misfires when she turned the crank. And it was still the sexiest damn hardware she’d ever laid eyes on, making her hands itch with anticipation.

“Hello gorgeous.”

Rough voices barked out orders in short staccato bursts. It didn’t worry her none. Stacie whistled a tuneless melody as she lifted the hopper full of rounds and clicked it into place. The activity on the other side of the door became frenzied when the men had finally made their way past the barrage of bullets from the house.

“We know you’re in there, woman. Come without a fight and make this easy. Don’t make us have to hurt you.”

If she had a peso for every time she’d heard that. Stacie snagged a long stalk of hay from the abandoned pile and stuck it between her smiling lips. Well, they’d learn just like the others, she never went down without a fight.

“Well boys, if ya want me you’re gonna hafta just come and get me.”

The doors to the barn rattled ominously, a threat of what would come if they had to come in and get her. They would come in with guns drawn and ready, that was for sure. They might underestimate who exactly they were dealing with but not enough to be that careless and stupid. Stacie didn’t intend to give them a chance to shoot. The moment she saw the doors buckle and start to bow out she started to crank her girl up.

Her lips tugged back wider as her grin turned to a grimace from the loud crack of rapid fire shots blasting through the doors of the barn. Acrid smoke from the gunpowder stung her nostrils, the heat of combustion left her face feeling warm and raw like she’d been too close to a blacksmith’s forge.

Stacie kept cranking until the hopper was empty and the only sounds left were the echoing clacks of spinning barrels rotating through the locking gear. What was left of the lower half of one of the doors creaked in the breeze and promptly fell to the dirt. From where she stood she counted four sets of legs on the ground and none of them were moving.

Careful steps brought her around Southern Hospitality toward the doors. The woman cautiously pushed the door open and peeked out at the damage. They’d need to replace the doors before the cattle arrived, maybe a plank or two out of the front wall but the building stood strong. Stacie gave a testing kick to the foot of one of the men and nodded with satisfaction. Movement by the porch caught her eye and she drew her pistol without thought and fired.

He dropped to the ground with a groan and a curse. Gut shot. No bullet wound was a good one but a gut shot was the worst. The man raises his gun and fired back wildly, making her have to duck back into the barn for cover. Now she was pinned until he either bled out or one of the girls came downstairs to deal with him. She was guessing the latter would be happening very quickly.

It wasn’t long before she heard the soft fluttering chirp of their all clear call. Whatever end that man had met it ended silently and likely by one of Beca’s blades. Stacie pushed the door open wider and scanned the area. Nothing moved save for Beca wiping a knife on the shirt of the man on the porch. They shared a solemn nod as she closed the distance to the house.

“We get all of them?”

“Aubrey says yes.”

“Good enough. Who the hell are they?”

Beca knelt by the man and searched his vest pockets. She sighed and ripped off the badge pinned to his shirt to hold it up. Pinkerton National Detective Agency. Well shit. Stacie holstered her gun and kicked at the man’s leg just out of spite. They looked at each other over the Pinkerton’s body, each refusing to say the smartest course of action.

They could run. They should run.

But she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Stacie couldn’t even bring herself to voice the idea that felt like admitting so much defeat. They broke eye contact when the front door swung open and Chloe and Aubrey shuffled out. Beca silently held out the badge to Chloe and stood back. The redhead shuddered and dropped the badge on the ground as if it burned.

Aubrey wrapped an arm around Chloe’s shoulders and nodded to the men laying scattered around their property with her chin. Her nose wrinkled daintily as she considered all their options. Stacie hoped the blonde wasn’t about to suggest a Christian burial for any of them. She was far past being done with breaking her back for a man. Any man.

“They’ll come looking when this lot doesn’t come back to the pueblo. If they come here they will burn it to the ground if we’re inside or not.”

Chloe shook off the memory that had prompted her statement and hooked her thumbs in her suspenders. If they ran now it wouldn’t matter, everything would still be destroyed. They’d lose everything but their lives and even that wasn’t guaranteed. Stacie tossed her long locks over her shoulder and looked up at the position of the sun. It would be dark soon enough and that would provide them a measure of cover.

“I don’t know about y’all but I’m all out of run. This is our home now, we built this, and I’ll be damned if I like some shiny metal scare me off our land.”

Aubrey gave her a long measuring look before nodding her agreement. Her soft voice carried the weight of all their thoughts.

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven. A time to be born…”

“And a time to die.”

They finished the verse solemnly. Stacie imagined those Pinkertons would agree. Right up until they realized they would be the ones doing the dying. Aubrey mumbled a soft prayer for them all and placed her hat on her head with firm conviction.

And so their time for peace was at an end, as they were certain to ride into a time of war. Stacie watched the light that had grown in Aubrey’s eyes dim with cold resignation. For now. For now they’d give up their peace. But Stacie would spend every minute until her last bringing that light back if she had to blow up every single Pinkerton that crossed the border.

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect au #stacie conrad #aubrey posen #chloe beale #beca mitchell #wild west series #staubrey #bechloe #bella squared maybe?#maus writes

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tygerland · 5 months

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Aubrey Beardsley Pierrot's Library. Design for the front cover of Pierrot: A Story by Henry de Vere Stacpoole (John Lane/London, 1896).

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