#astrakan

[chicinsilk]

"Poivre et Sel" (2)

Pierre Balmain Haute Couture Collection, “Jolie Madame de France” Fall/Winter 1954-55. Nancy Berg wears "Poivre et Sel" a black and white herringbone tweed coat and dress set by Jacques Léonard, black astrakhan beret from South West Africa.

Pierre Balmain Collection Haute Couture, "Jolie Madame de France" Automne/Hiver 1954-55. Nancy Berg porte "Poivre et Sel" un ensemble manteau et robe en tweed à chevrons noir et blanc de Jacques Léonard, béret en astrakan noir du Sud-Ouest Africain.

Photo Clifford Coffin

#collection haute couture #fashion 50s #1954-55 #pierre balmain #fall/winter #automne/hiver #french designer #french style #jacques léonard #nancy berg #clifford coffin #jolie madame de france #tweed set #astrakhan #astrakan #poivre et sel

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 2, 11 janvier 1896, Paris. No. 12. — Toilette d'astrakan, dos du No. 16. No. 16. — Robe en astrakan. Modèle de la Maison Fischer, 19, rue Louis-le-Grand, à Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France

No. 16. — Robe en astrakan. Corsage ouvert largement sur une chemisette de satin vieux rouge sous ceinture semblable, grand col rabattu sur dos en satin rouge, col montant rouleauté; manches flottantes aplaties, basques sur la jupe.

Jupe ronde, plissée derrière et sur les côtés, et plate sur le devant.

No. 16. — Astrakhan dress. Widely open bodice on an old red satin chemisette under a similar belt, large turn-down collar on red satin back, high rolled collar; flattened floating sleeves, basques on the skirt.

Round skirt, pleated behind and on the sides, and flat on the front.

Métrage suivant la largeur de la fourrure employée.

#La Mode nationale #19th century #1800s #1890s #1896 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #retouch #description #Bibliothèque nationale de France #dress #toilette #ensemble #astrakan #chemisette #collar #gigot #Fischer #devant et dos

[mabhollywood]

(Matías Antonio Bombal)

#SoundCloud #music #Matías Antonio Bombal #MABHollywood #MovieReview #Astrakan #FrenchFilm MatiasBombal

[jokal1407]

Aujourd'hui en salle : Astrakan

#astrakan #david depesseville #mirko gianinni #jehnny beth #bastien bouillon #cinéma

[film-book]

‎

Film Review: ASTRAKAN: French Coming of Age Movie Loses its Way [Locarno 2022] https://film-book.com/film-review-astrakan-french-coming-of-age-movie-loses-its-way-locarno-2022/?feed_id=91869&_unique_id=62f316183bcb4

#FilmFestival #MovieReview #Astrakan #BastienBouillon #CameronBertrand #DavidDepesseville #JehnnyBeth #LisaHeredia #LocarnoFilmFestival #LorineDelin #MirkoGiannini #NathaelBertrand #PaulBlain #TheoCostaMarini #ThomasDuffy

[forcedfemme-me]

Angelika Kallio - Versace Fall 1992

#Angelika Kallio #leather #leather pants #leather coat #long leather coat #astrakan fur #black leather #Fall 1992 #runway

[wutheringheights78]

got mikey and nicky & crimes of the future tickets at the viennale ;)

#personal #and a french film called astrakan'

[sl33paholics]

Anon Request: Hey babes, I came across your account, and I was wondering if I could request a yandere vampire Josuke (pt 4) with a black reader AU?? Make it crazy and wild as you can, I love this man so much, thank you so much 🫶🏾

Vampire!Josuke x Black!female reader

Warning(s): Manipulation, Gaslighting, mutilation, possible cannibalism(?), sexual tension

Italics indicate flashbacks ⛱️

As the moonlight bathed the quaint castle of Astrakane, a sinister aura surrounded Josuke Higashikata, his once vibrant and pleasant behavior had taken a macabre turn, driven by a ravenous urge for the blood of his sweetheart.

Every heartbeat echoed like a symphony in Josuke's ears, drawing him closer to his addiction. His stand, "Crazy Diamond," became an extension of his vampiric abilities, enabling him to manipulate and reconstruct not only objects but also the very emotions of those around him. Josuke's dual nature as both protector and predator became harder to conceal. His internal struggle between his human heart and his vampiric desires intensified, mirroring the tumultuous battle between light and darkness that raged within him.

Josuke carefully bathes his beloved, (Y/N), in the dimly lit chambers of their castle. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across the room, creating an atmosphere of both intimacy and unease. Every movement is conscious, his eyes never leaving you as he tends to your needs. His vampiric senses are magnified, acutely attuned to every sigh, every flutter of your lashes. As Josuke pours water over your skin with a delicate touch, Josuke's fingers trace the contours of your body until he reaches your breath, each caressing a testament to his devotion.

You're equally aware of Josuke's all-consuming feelings, you gaze into his eyes with a mixture of affection and apprehension. You sense the duality of his emotions, the intoxicating allure of his darkness, and the profound depth of his love.

You often find yourself questioning everything. Where did it go wrong? How long have you been here? It feels like an eternity. Do you really love him? Are you just putting up an act for a possible escape? You're smarter than this. Why aren't you running away? Sensuality and tension are a reflection of the complex dynamics between Josuke and Y/N. His once blue eyes now turned red due to the full moon, gazing down on your body as he scrubs your body. You can feel the strains of his hair touching your shoulder as you look away, facing back the wall you've been staring at since the start of this bath.

As the bath comes to an end, Josuke tenderly wraps Y/N in a soft towel, his hands lingering on her skin. The moment is a reminder of the delicate balance they must maintain, rocking on the ridge between affection and obsession, light, and darkness. "Dinner will be served after this, my love." He tells you, sending you off to the bedroom to get ready to come back for supper.

On your way out, you can't help but feel like you're being watched. But as always, you can't pinpoint what or where it's coming from. Your wet footprints are leaving a path behind you as you wobble your way to your shared bedroom with your...husband. You vividly remember a previous full moon, Josuke went berserk.

You saw this as an opportunity and decided to make a run for it. Your loud footsteps being muffled by the sound of the hard rain as the sound of your heartbeat echoes in your ears. The thought of freedom was the only thing in your mind. You wanted to be free. You wanted independence. You didn't care about the punishment that awaits if you escape, you just wanted to be away from this monster.

Your feet were hurting. Badly. The longer you ran, you felt weaker and weaker. How long were these halls? When will you see the stairs? You continued on until you fell, panting heavily. You look over to the side to your horror, a man lying there. Dead. Letting out a scream. His eyes were open but empty of life. His throat was slashed, his clothes stained with blood. Blood dripped down from his nose onto his cheek. The body of the man in front of you was riddled with stab wounds, some too deep to be healed properly. It wasn't even just one or two of them either; it seemed like they covered his whole body. Some places looked like they had been attacked multiple times. You could hear him gurgling. You were disgusted, to say the least.

All of a sudden, you felt yourself being pinned down to the ground. You look up to see Josuke violently fussing and drooling. The crazy look in his eyes said it all. He wasn't here, mentally. His long nails dig into your skin, almost causing you to bleed, the blue hair covering his face. A flash from the thunder which lights up the halls gave you a proper look at this monster. Josuke's mouth was covered with blood, and a flab of meat was hanging off. He was eating him. "...Josuke —" you noticed tears coming out. Something inside shifted. You hated how he looked. You couldn't bear to see him in pain. His vampiric instincts turned him into a bloodthirsty beast that would kill anything in sight. But this is what happened when someone didn't listen to orders. You wanted to yell at them, but...you were just too weak. "Josuke..." You whisper. You watched helplessly as the demon ate him. Tears streamed down your cheeks.

You made your way towards the dinner table in your sleepwear. Whilst you were sitting down, you noticed that Josuke wasn't here. Strange. "Josuke...?" You call out, hearing your voice echo the room. "Good evening, dinner is severed." He'd suddenly say carefully placing a bowl in front of you, making you jump. "The maids? Where are they?" "Out. They know not to be here when the full moon has arrived." Josuke say as he took a seat in front of you.

Reddish. "Beet stew. I made it myself, eat up." You couldn't focus, you didn't realize you were making a disgusted expression on your face the more you stared at it. Chunks. Multiple of them. "What's wrong...??" You quickly looked at your husband, a look of worry being plastered on your face. "Do you think my cooking is terrible? You haven't even taken a taste of it yet, Y/N." Josuke said. "I know...I know...it's just that I've never had this before and I don't know if I'd like it." You'd simply say. Anything that could be considered as harsh criticism could cost you your life, especially on this day.

"Are you saying my cooking is terrible?"

"What? No! I didn't taste it yet—"

"So why are you refusing to eat? It's vegetables. Beets can be light or dark red."

"Josuke, please, I'm not saying I already hate it if I haven't even tried it."

"The look on your face says otherwise, I spent a lot of time on that only for you to only see it as garbage. By that look you're saying that I must have bad taste when it comes to cooking."

You looked down at the bowl again. Are you really going to risk getting killed over a stew? You picked up the spoon again, taking the first bite, the flavors hitting your tastebuds. Your mouth tasted bitter, the taste was overpowering, and the more you chewed, the harder it became to swallow. The taste was similar to pork, but it felt much worse than that. "Tasty, isn't it? You get all your iron and fiber." Josuke commented as he continued to watch you eat. That stupid smile not going away anytime soon on his face.

Feeling like a prisoner in his presence, you stopped eating in an instant. "I'm...sorry, I'm sorry! I have to go..!!" As you quickly stood up, you felt a force push you back down, your breathing being out of control. "No matter how much you try to run away, you have nowhere else to go. I don't know why you do it. You clearly have nowhere else to go." Josuke chuckled, lifting your chin up to look at him. Getting lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize the spoon that was close to touching your lips in front of you.

He's right. Where could you possibly go? No friends or family to contact. No emergency services could reach your area. In fact, you don't even know the location or any locals. You're stuck here. By then, you didn't realize you took a bite of whatever was on the spoon.

For eternity.

#anime #jojo no kimyō na bōken #black writers #yandere jojo #female writers #poc writer #black reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #jojos bizzare adventure diamond is unbreakable #yandere josuke #josuke higashitaka #jjba smut #jjba fanfic #jjba part 4 #jjba josuke #josuke x reader #jojo josuke #diamond is unbreakable #jojos bizarre adventure #vampire au #angst #toxic love #bloody injury #stardust crusaders #jjba stardust crusaders

[ma-pi-ma]

Quando una donna chiede a un uomo che cosa pensa, vuol dire che di quell'uomo le sta a cuore anche il meglio, cioè i sentimenti e magari anche le idee.

Piero Chiara, da Il cappotto di astrakan

#piero chiara

[blazinghotshop]

yes and then also the normal stats like sexuality and the chaotic/neutral/lawful stuff

Blaze

Chaotic Neutral

Description: It takes a while to get to know Zypher, but one thing you'll never forget are that he's way too organized for his own damned good. Of course, he's also gentle, contemplative and devoted, but always seem to be in smaller doses and are often spoiled by occasionally being an asshole. Trust me, he cares about you, but dear lord, can he be annoying- ..Hence why he made her girlfriend eat a rock. (with good reasoning) His clever nature, though, this is what he's often admired for. Oftentimes people will count on this and his practical thinking whenever they need assistance or help. Funny thing, he always happens to have whatever someone needs in that damn shop- Seriously! Where do you get these things from?! Nobody's perfect, of course, and Zyph has plenty of rainy(OUCH) days too. His hostility and short temper risk ruining pleasant moods, even at the best of times. … Hey, isn’t this guy supposed to be in another game? ..You can find him in his shop in Astrakane, or in Mage’s house(before the tutorial). If in Multiplayer, you can meet him at the shop and have him join the party.

CLASS Ranged

ABILITY Blaze’s Way All players take fire damage, but all attacks that the enemy make will cause themselves to take 70% of the damage inflicted. There is a 20% chance for the enemy to be set on fire when attacked.

STATS (these are all out of 100) Melee ATK: 37 Ranged ATK:89 Def:46 Speed:60 Strength(without ability):27 Strength(with ability): 79 Luck:20 PRNS, SX, ETC He/They/-genderflux male (will also take “it” if using ability Pansexual 6’10

#THIS TOOK SO LONG TO TYPE

[chicinsilk]

L'Officiel octobre 1958 N°439-440

Jacky Mazel wears an elegant astrakhan (breitschwanz) coat in white mink grani. By Royal-Fourrures. Photo Guy Arsac.

Jacky Mazel porte un élégant manteau d'astrakan (breitschwanz) grani de vison blanc. Par Royal-Fourrures. Photo Guy Arsac.

#l'officiel #octobre 1958 #fashion 50s #1958-59 #fall/winter #automne/hiver #jacky mazel #guy arsac #astrakhan #astrakan #breitschwanz #royal fourrures #vison #mink

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode nationale, no. 51, 19 décembre 1896, Paris. No. 1. — Toilettes de promenade pour fillette et jeune femme. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Explications des gravures:

(1) Costume pour fillette de 9 à 10 ans. Jupe de drap gros vert, garnie dans le bas d'une bande d'astrakan de 4 centimètres environ de haut. Cette jupe est montée à plis autour de la ceinture.

Vest d'astrakan de forme droite ouverte devant en carré sur une haute ceinture de soie souple écossaise. Petits revers croisés. Garniture de boutons de nacre. Chapeau relevé en feutre vert avec noeud de velours écossais.

(1) Costume for 9-10 year old girl. Green coarse cloth skirt, trimmed at the bottom with a strip of astrakhan about 4 centimeters high. This skirt is pleated around the waistband.

Straight astrakhan jacket open in front in a square on a high belt of soft Scottish silk. Small cross lapels. Mother-of-pearl button trim. Raised hat in green felt with Scottish velvet bow.

Matériaux: 2 mètres de drap vert, 4 mètres de doublure.

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(2) Toilette de jeune femme en drap bleu amiral garni de velours vert buis et de tresse noire.

Corsage très ajusté, genre tailleur. Haut du corsage en velours. Tresse de laine mohair noire encadrant l'empiècement et formant des trèfles. Tresses sur les coutures. Col évasé avec retour piqué en drap ivoire.

Jupe unie garnie dans le bas de motifs de velours encadrés de tresses terminées par des trèfles. Manches presque plates avec un peu d'ampleur dans le haut seulement; le bas découpé en dents carrées retombant sur des volants de dentelle.

Toque de velours vert. Fond drapée formant deux coques de velours en oreilles fixées par des boutons de strass. Bord de vison tout autour. Plumes de coq en panache. Manchon de vison.

(2) Young woman's ensemble in admiral blue cloth trimmed with boxwood green velvet and black braid.

Very fitted bodice, tailor-like. Velvet bodice top. Black mohair wool braid framing the yoke and forming clovers. Braids on the seams. Flared collar with stitched back in ivory cloth.

Plain skirt trimmed at the bottom with velvet patterns framed by braids ending in clovers. Almost flat sleeves with a little fullness at the top only; the bottom cut into square teeth falling on lace ruffles.

Green velvet toque. Draped bottom forming two ear-shaped velvet shells fixed by rhinestone buttons. Mink edge all around. Panache rooster feathers. Mink muff.

Matériaux: 6 mètres de drap, 4 mètres de velours, 1 piéce de ganse, 8 mètres doublure.

#La Mode nationale #19th century #1800s #1890s #1896 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #cover #retouch #description #Bibliothèque nationale de France #dress #toilette #ensemble #walking #promenade #costume #suit #astrakan #velvet #gigot #collar

[poesie-abstraite]

#Spotify

[siir-defterim]

Sevdiğin kentlerin selâmı sanki

Sülüs kamyon şoförleri

Kûfi hamallar

Anılar hep sonbaharda gibidir

astrakan gecede

süt yıldızlar

Belleğinin yerini tutar kadehindeki

Taşlar taş kemerler

İvedi sarmaşıklar

Hayatını sarsan binbir andan

adlarını yıllara

veren yargıç krallar

Ne varsa yarım kalmış, geleceğindir

Bir kez girilmiş sokaklar

Açılmamış kapılar

Bilir misin iki kökeni var hüznüniyetinin:

çiçek durumu aşklar,

yaprak düzeni siyasalar.

Cemal Süreya

-Üstü Kalsın-

#şiir #cemal süreya #üstü kalsın

[abatelunare]

Dietro gli occhiali aveva due occhi fermi, grigi e freddi (Piero Chiara, Il cappotto di astrakan, Milano, Mondadori, 1978).

[peterpijls1965]

Kavafis woonde ook in Goes

Dichter Hans Warren (1921-2001) was de eerlijkste dagboekschrijver die Nederland kende. Onder de titel Geheim Dagboek, in 23 delen gepubliceerd, deed hij verslag van een gekweld leven. De dichter als Zeeuwse Kavafis en gezinshoofd tegen wil en dank.

Zijn Ik ging naar de Noordnol beschrijft de Werdegang van een natuurgebied dat uiteindelijk moest wijken voor de kerncentrale van Borssele. Warren legt de ondergang van dit vogelparadijs vast zonder sentiment.

Hij wordt al op jonge leeftijd gescout door de legendarische natuurvorser Jac. P. Thijsse. Hij ziet in de schuchtere Hans een opvolger.

Maar Warren past voor de eer. Hij schrijft obsessief en zonder gêne in zijn dagboek en wordt de meest onderschatte dichter van Nederland. Dat kan te maken hebben met zijn omstreden reputatie als literatuurcriticus: de PZC-freelancer deed aan vriendjespolitiek. Ook kreeg hij ruzie met Gerrit Komrij.

Warren, zoon van een dijkgraaf, was een Realo inzake de teloorgang van veel oorspronkelijke Nederlandse natuur. Als jongen van de kust bezag hij de verstedelijking van Zeeland berustend. Wars van sentiment zag hij ook in exclusieve Afrikaanse kunst voor aan de muur en Noord-Afrikaanse schandknaapjes in Parijs de schoonheid die hij zocht.

De Grieks-Alexandrijnse dichter K.P. Kavafis blies hem van zijn sokkel. Warren vertaalde hem briljant, samen met zijn vriend Mario Molegraaf. Voor zijn scheiding hielpen Zijn Britse vrouw Mabel en drie kinderen hem aan een indrukwekkend arbeidsethos.

Ik ging naar de Noordnol en het Geheim Dagboek las ik met bewondering op afstand. Ik ben een plattelandsjongen, maar zie nauwelijks het verschil tussen een leeuwerik en een zwaluw. Aan promiscue herenliefde doe ik niet, maar ook ik maakte een potje van mijn huwelijk.

Ooit leende ik Ik ging naar de Noordnol uit aan een vriend die veel meer van de natuur weet dan ik. Hij was een kritisch en selectief lezer, maar toen ik het boek van hem terugkreeg, lachte hij al zijn tanden bloot en zei: For helvete. Dat is Zweeds. Het betekent: godverdomme.

Hans Warren Fragmenten uit geheim dagboek (deel III, 1949-1951)*

1949 15 nov., aan de Noordnol.

Ik ben met dit schrift naar de zeedijk gegaan, in de overtuiging dat ik hier in de heldere atmosfeer van deze novemberdag ook helderder en meer in rust denken kan. Ik twijfel aan de juistheid van mijn veronderstelling, want hoewel ik een eenzame plek heb uitgekozen, word ik al lastig gevallen door een strandjutter die iets ziet dobberen op het water van de Honte, en die vraagt of hij mijn verrekijker even gebruiken mag. Ik heb die, onvoorzichtig genoeg, naast me neergelegd. Verder informeert hij welke vogeltjes er zo schreeuwen op het strand, en of die ook zwemmen kunnen.

Na mijn te korte antwoorden verdwijnt hij, zijn klompen klotsend over het basalt. Nu komt de zon verblindend op dit papier schijnen en valt er een zwerm minuscule insecten over me heen. Ik kijk naar de luidruchtige vogeltjes op het fijngeribbelde strand. Zwarte silhouetjes aan de blinkende vloedlijn. Ze fluiten vrolijk, en een ervan vecht met een kleine meeuw, wier wieken en uitwaaierende staart van puur zonlicht lijken. Het platgeslagen donkerbruine zeewier aan mijn voeten geurt zilt, de insectjes drijven als goudstofjes voorbij. Grote zeeschepen varen stampend langs, het water glanst verblindend, en uit mijn door de zon beschenen winterjas stijgt een lucht van warme wol.

Voor jou

Ben jij het die dit leest? Heb je net

je astrakan muts afgezet, en vallen nu

je zwarte krullen warm naar het papier?

Slaat het licht van deze bladzij

op in de goudspikkels van je ogen,

glimlach je gelukkig, nu je merkt

dat ik dit weet, en breng je ook

je donkere lippen zo dicht bij de woorden

dat het lijkt of je ze gaat kussen?

Leg je, toch even onzeker, je vinger

tussen de bladzijs, druk je het boek

tegen je borst, waar het ritselt

door het bonzen van je hart?

Ben je nòg mooier nu, kijk je door het raam?

Wees gerust: dit is werkelijk voor jou geschreven.

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uit: 'Verzamelde gedichten', 2002.

#hans warren #mario molegraaf #kavafis