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Mademoiselle Suzanne Poirson – John Singer Sargent // Portrait of Marquise de Caumont La Force – François-Hubert Drouais // Portrait of a Woman – Albert Gräfle // Creole Woman in a Red Headdress – Jacques Amans // Flora Priestley (Lamplight Study) – John Singer Sargent // Portrait of a Young Woman – Jean-Baptiste Greuze // Portrait of Cornelia Vetterlein – Joseph Karl Stieler // Madame Bergeret – François Boucher // Portrait of Mademoiselle S’Nabou – Adolphe Yvon // Portrait of Anna Szaniawska – unknown artist // Marie Müller, The Artist's Sister – Leopold Carl Müller // Bertha Müller, the Artist’s Sister – Leopold Carl Müller // Is It Over Now? – Taylor Swift

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i am unfortunately kicking my feet and giggling over karma lyric change at the eras tour buenos aires night two

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first date idea:

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"The Chorus Enters,"

In this scene, from the play AGAMEMNON by Aeschylus, the chorus enters into the courtyard of Agememnon's palace. This being a stage play, I took this opportunity design this illustration with Mycenean architecture and set design in mind. Descending from the stairs on stage right, we have the entrance of the Chorus;(in this particular play- all old men). I chose to design a large bull head statue as a symbolic totem to Agamemnon's coming murder (like a bull sacrifice from the new year's BUPHONIA festival). I liked the idea of the chorus wandering around, telling the audience of the cursed house of Atreus, and recounting Agamemnon's sacrifice of his daughter Iphigenia on the way to Troy, all the while, this massive, (perhaps severed?) Bull head statue looms ominously in the background. I have the watchtower and distant mountain signal fire from the previous scene in the play, here in the background for continuity. This is the sort of theater set I would love to see in a modern reworking of this type of play: something bold, colorful, and stylized. It would be a dream come true to design sets for the theatre some day. :)

***NOTES on MINOAN VS MYCENEAN culture:

The MINOAN culture of the island of Crete is the oldest, flourishing from 2600-1400. B.C. On crete is the palace of Knossos, famed for King Minos and the minotaur labyrinth. *The name MINOAN comes from the name of king MINOS.

The MYCENEAN culture occurred later on the mainland of Greece, from around 1600 - 1100 B.C. and was the first culture to speak the Greek language. With the previous Minoan culture in decline, the Myceneans took over the islands, and adapted their writing and art/culture. Around 1350 B.C. the Mycenean culture collapsed, most likely due to foreign invaders. The world, culture, and characters of Homer's Iliad Mycenean. Agamemnon was king of Mycenea.

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going from henry giving alex a blowjob to a shot of the washington monoment, that's cinema to me

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August is for rotating the gay little dudes in my mind

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lost focus & had a consensual workplace relationship

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fellas is it gay to look at your sworn enemy like this?

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Medea: At least I’m wanted.

Circe: …for murder.

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saw the rwrb trailer and i’ve came up w/ one conclusion. this movie is for the girlies who get it. it’s camp, it’s for the bitches who just understand real media. this shit will be corny as fuck and i can’t wait. it’ll be my little comfort queer movie. btw we should have more goofy queer movies like this where everything isn’t so serious. also. alex and henry are perfectly casted, and that’s my thoughts on it.

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It’s dusk, dearest. (In passing, isn’t ‘dusk’ a lovely word? I like it better than twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and—and—dusky.) In daylight I belong to the world; in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I’m free from both and belong only to myself—and you.

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars

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I am screaming lmao also this reminds me of @rosewater1997

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when charles schulz said "all you need is love. but a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt" and anthony bourdain said "your body is not a temple, it's an amusement park. enjoy the ride" and mark twain said "part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like." when erma bombeck said "i am not a glutton- i'm an explorer of food," voltaire said "ice-cream is exquisite. what a pity it isn't illegal" and when kurt vonnegut said "you can't just eat good food. you've got to talk about it too. and you've got to talk about it to somebody who understands that kind of food."

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"There are old poops who will say that you do not become a grown-up until you have somehow survived, as they have, some famous calamity -- the Great Depression, the Second World War, Vietnam, whatever. Storytellers are responsible for this destructive, not to say suicidal, myth. Again and again in stories, after some terrible mess, the character is able to say at last, 'Today I am a woman. Today I am a man. The end.' When I got home from the Second World War, my Uncle Dan clapped me on the back, and he said, 'You're a man now.' So I killed him. Not really, but I certainly felt like doing it. Dan, that was my bad uncle, who said a male can't be a man unless he'd gone to war. But I had a good uncle, my late Uncle Alex. He was my father's kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life-insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.' So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"

— Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (2005)

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whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

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droplets