#francesco di medici

[karolinevassalor]

#trinity blood #abel nightroad #leon garcia de austrias #francesco di medici #antonio borgia #hugue de watteau #tres iqus #anime #manga #terran #krusnik #cardinal

[all-is-fair-in-love-and-war]

BROTHERS IN MEDICI DESERVE BETTER

#you cant tell me they didnt love one another #fight me history #giovanni di lorenzo de medici #piero di lorenzo de medici #lorenzo #lorenzo the magnificent #lorenzo the elder #cosimo #francesco pazzi #guglielmo de pazzi #giuliano de medici #i medici

[falcemartello]

TECNOLOGIE PERSUASIVE

Possono le tecnologie modificare le nostre abitudini? Possono certe tecnologie spingerci a modificare le nostre abitudini, le nostre necessità, i nostri bisogni?

Si possono, possono farlo in maniera pervasiva. Le tecnologie non sono “neutre” chi le progetta sa benissimo quali modificazioni le tecnologie producono nella vita degli esseri umani.

Adesso grazie alle neuroscienze chi progetta tecnologie sa come manipolare le persone attraverso stimoli percettivi, emozionali, sensoriali con comprovata efficacia.

Grazie alla neuropsicobiologia tramite le tecnologie digitali e le loro interfacce chi detiene il sapere e la conoscenza di tali artefatti e li produce più se vuole stravolgere le nostre esistenze, spingerci a prendere determinate decisioni, ad assumere certi stili di vita ed anche a conformarci a determinate regole.

Non è che fosse necessario il digitale e la neuropsicobiologia per progettare tecnologie persuasive: pensiamo al Pan Opticon di Jeremy Bentham.

Spiega Focault : “Egli proclama una reale invenzione della quale dice ch’è «l’uovo di Colombo». E, in effetti, Bentham propone ai medici, ai penalisti, agli industriali, agli educatori proprio ciò che essi cercavano: egli ha trovato una tecnologia di potere capace di risolvere i problemi di sorveglianza.”

Focault descrive la struttura, la tecnologia architettonica teorizzata da Bentham:

”Poiché il principio era: alla periferia, un edificio a forma di anello; al centro, una torre; nella torre sono aperte larghe finestre che danno sulla facciata interna dell’anello. L’edificio periferico è diviso in celle, ciascuna delle quali ne attraversa l’intero spessore. Queste celle hanno due finestre: una aperta verso l’interno, che corrisponde alle finestre della torre; l’altra, che da verso l’esterno, permette alla luce riattraversare la cella da parte a parte.”

A questo punto, con tale struttura panottica è “sufficiente allora mettere un sorvegliante nella torre centrale, e in ogni cella rinchiudere un folle, un malato, un condannato, un operaio, o uno scolaro. Per un effetto di controluce, si possono vedere dalla torre le piccole sagome prigioniere nelle celle della periferia, che si stagliano nella luce. Insomma si inverte il principio della segreta; la piena luce e la sorveglianza captano meglio dell’ombra, che in ultima analisi proteggeva.”

Non è importante che il sorvegliante sia al suo posto è sufficiente che il malato, il prigioniero, il lavoratore sappia di poter essere continuamente sotto osservazione in maniera da essere indotto, spinto ad assumere comportamenti “conformi” a quelli che chiede il “padrone”.

Ma con l’avvento del digitale, delle tecnologie a schermo, con l’arrivo dei social network, dei robot e dei bot, dei sexbot umanoidi e delle voci suadenti degli assistenti artificiali il gioco della persuasione ormai è prassi e l’inganno e la manipolazione sono le armi con cui drogare ed indottrinare la società dei burattini di carne umana.

La manipolazione dolce che fa leva sulle nostre debolezze è molto più potente del manganello. Ma al giorno d'oggi il Potere non si accontenta più, perciò le usa entrambe. Gli uomini non sono mai stati così controllati e controllabili nella storia dell'umanità. Scordiamoci la favola della democrazia, mai e poi mai siamo stati sudditi a tal maniera senza neanche averne contezza.

Francesco Centineo

[metmuseum]

Medici coat of arms in bottom center, title page 2 from "In Morte del Serenissimo Principe Francesco di Toscana, Orazione". 1634. Credit line: Bequest of Phyllis Massar, 2011 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/397776

#aesthetic #art #abstract art #art museum #art history #The Metropolitan Museum of Art #museum #museum photography #museum aesthetic #dark academia

[magicdreamspoetry]

The Apennine Colossus is a stone statue, approximately 11 meters high, on the estate of the Villa Demidoff in Vaglia, Tuscany, Italy. The colossus was erected in the late 1580s by the Flemish sculptor Jean de Boulogne (known as Giambologna), as a personification of the Apennine Mountains. The site was originally part of the Villa di Pratolino estate, which was built by Bernardo Buontalenti from 1569 by order of the Grand Duke of Tuscany Francesco de Medici.

[sofysta]

La Venere di Botticelli e l’uomo che la amò, Giuliano de Medici, furono entrambi vittime di un terribile destino.

Giuliano era il fratello minore di Lorenzo il Magnifico. Colto, intelligente, amante delle lettere e delle belle arti, era ammirato dalle donne per la sua bellezza e amato dal popolo per la sua generosità. Fu durante una giostra che incontrò o meglio rimase folgorato da Simonetta Vespucci.

Simonetta era talmente bella che fu soprannominata la “Senza Paragoni”. Botticelli la dipinse in moltissimi ritratti, ossessionato, rapito dall’incantevole bellezza della ragazza. L'esistenza di Simonetta, purtroppo, fu una vera e propria meteora: l’anno dopo il suo incontro con Giuliano morì di tisi a soli 23 anni. Alla sua morte si racconta che Giuliano sprofondò nella disperazione, scrisse dei versi per ricordare la donna da lui amata e chiese ai suoi amici di fare altrettanto. Inconsolabile nel suo dolore si recò a casa del suocero di Simonetta per chiedere di averne il ritratto.

Non ebbe però il tempo per sopravvivere al dolore della scomparsa di Simonetta. Una congiura ordita dalla famiglia dei Pazzi, ricchi banchieri fiorentini che odiavano i Medici e il potere che esercitavano su Firenze, mise fine alla sua vita. Nella chiesa di Santa Maria del Fiore, durante la celebrazione della messa, Bandini e Francesco Pazzi estrassero i pugnali e si avventarono su Giuliano colpendolo ripetutamente finché il giovane non cadde stremato nella pozza del suo stesso sangue, un omicidio che per brutalità ricorda quello inflitto a Giulio Cesare. Lorenzo invece riuscì a scappare rifugiandosi nella Sagrestia.

Dopo i funerali del fratello, dove si racconta che l’intera città ne pianse la morte, Lorenzo mise in atto la sua vendetta. Poche ore dopo il corpo di Jacopo de Pazzi pendeva da Palazzo Vecchio. I congiurati furono catturati, linciati e impiccati e i loro corpi gettati nell’Arno. Per una strana ironia del destino Giuliano morì nello stesso giorno in cui, due anni prima, si era spenta la sua adorata Simonetta.

#rinascimento #Venere di Botticelli #giuliano de medici #simonetta vespucci #art

[jaz-xedarix]

The Mark of the Holy Woman. Episode 2

FINALLY!

In honor of the Trinity Blood Never Forget Day I wanted to upload as much as I can of the translation of R.O.M. IV, after three years of hiatus, I finally can finish at least this first part. I hate to keep promising stuff and ending up failing, but I want to finish this.

The theme of this year is "REBIRTH", so let's honor it by continuing my holy task.

This part may have mistakes, I wanted to post this as soon as possible so I didn't send it to correction before I post it, but I will send it and edit the post if necessary, remember you can point those mistakes too and I will gladly correct them.

We finally get to Episode 2: The Sorceress of the Temple. I hope you like it.

Enjoy ;)

EPISODE 2

The Sorceress of the Temple.

You, however, smear me with lies... JOB 13.4

I

"I have been informed of what happened, Archbishop D'Annunzio… It is a great misfortune," the man began to speak from the monitor.

Whether it was because of his vigorous body or the cutting light shone in his eyes, like a saber, it seemed that more than the Cardinal's habit, a military uniform would have fitted him better.

Francesco Di Medici, in charge of the internal affairs of the Vatican, watched them from Rome with his hands folded under his chin. One by one, he observed them all: Caterina, who was silent; Antonio, who was more concerned with fixing his hair than anything else; and Brother Petros, standing tall with the expression of a student who had forgotten to do his homework. Then he fixed his gaze on the Archbishop again.

“To think it have to be precisely during the performance of a commemorative play of the battle of Istvan that was allowed a vampire to attack... and that they had kidnapped the very Saint... Where was that Guard you are so proud of, Archbishop?”

"Your Eminence, I have no words to apologize for our negligence, but if you will allow me..." The archbishop lowered his gaze at the Cardinal's reproachful expression. However, he did not choked with the words, but replied coldly, as if he already had the excuse ready:

“Because of the presence His Holiness and Her Eminence the Cardinal Sforza the security was concentrated around them. Please forgive my mistake: I trusted that the Director of the Inquisition, who was in the place at the moment, would be able to take care of it.”

“Eh!? But I…!”

Hearing how he tried to blame him for what had happened, the warrior monk raised his bandaged head. Petros was going to answer the accusation, but seeing the reproachful look of his superior, he remained dejected and silent.

“It's... it's true that I was there... and I can't deny my responsibility for what happened...”

“I don't know if it's very correct to blame everything on the director of the Inquisition... Excuses go against the morals of a knight.”

The one who came out in defense of Petros, who bravely endured the accusations, was a sweet female voice. Caterina, who until then had not done much more than cough in front of the heater, continued speaking in a calm but determined voice.

“Brother Petros' duty was His Holiness' protection. The security of the theater was in charge of the Guard... Which means that the responsibility falls on them.”

«So, it’s on you... »

The accusation wasn’t said, but Caterina looked firmly to the Archbishop. If his gaze was colder than necessary, perhaps it was due to his weak state of health. Crossing her legs under the habit, the Cardinal brought the cup of tea to her lips.

“Anyway, we'll think about all that when there's time for it. Now we have more urgent problems... We must immediately locate Esther Blanchett and the vampire who has abducted her. The progress of this investigation will also determine if we can continue with the ceremony for the fallen as it was planned...”

“The ceremonies cannot be stopped. The events of tonight are an indelible stain on our image and we cannot seem weaker. We are already the laughingstock of the secular states” Francesco replied through the monitor.

From the office window could be seen the multitude of journalists and onlookers that crowded in front of the doors of the Istvan Cathedral, built as an archiepiscopal seat to replace the Cathedral of San Mattyas, which had been destroyed a year ago.

Even the Vatican had found it impossible to keep silent the more than a thousand onlookers who had witnessed the incident. The huge propaganda for the ceremony for the fallen was also working against them. The case had already come to light in all secular states and everyone was watching for the slightest movement from the Vatican. Showing weakness at the time would have led to a decisive loss of prestige.

“So everything must go as planned. We can't allow the goddamn media to laugh at us… can we, Cardinal Borgia?”

“Of course not” said frivolously from the sofa the Minister of Vatican Public Relations.

Antonio Borgia brushed a strand of dyed hair smugly from his face and smiled with a theatrical grin.

“I've already given orders for them to report that Sister Esther was abducted by a vampire, but that thanks to the work of the City Guard and the Inquisition she has already been rescued. Now she is supposed to be at the Central Hospital recovering. By the way, couldn't we have His Holiness go and pay her a visit later? This way it will have more realism and everything, you know?

“That will buy us some time...”

The Minister of Vatican Public Relations seemed to want to keep chatting, but Francesco waved him off and stared around the room, his eyes gleaming like a saber.

“In the meantime, we must find and eliminate the vampire and rescue the sister... The investigations of the Inquisition have obtained some very peculiar data. You can proceed, Brother Matthew”

“Thank you, Your Eminence... Allow me to introduce myself. I am Brother Matthew from the Inquisition” said one of the figures in the room, which had remained silent until then.

He was dressed with the robe of the inquisitors, but beneath his messy dark hair, his boyish face was placidity in person. Brother Matthew, who had arrived from Rome barely an hour ago, shuffled forward as he picked out a folder of documents for all to see.

“Here we have the results of the analysis of the fractures in the walls and the floor. It appears that the weapon the vampire used is based on a special synthesized crystal with an extremely powerful piezoelectric effect.”

“Piezoelectric effect?”

D'Annunzio raised his eyebrows at that unknown word and asked the young inquisitor with exhausted eyes:

“What is that supposed to be?”

“You mean that it can cause a kind of earthquake through electrical vibrations.”

The one who answered the archbishop's question was Caterina, who did not take her eyes off the documents. The Cardinal, famous in the Vatican for her encyclopedic knowledge, explained with grace, putting her finger on her temple:

“Quartz, zircon and barium titanate… are crystals that, under a certain tension, have a piezoelectric effect that can produce discharges, in the same way, if they are introduced into an electric field, they can cause the opposite effect.”

“Which means, shortly, that if electricity is passed to them they can produce vibration and if a tension is caused they can produce electricity” added Matthew, for those who did not have the same technical knowledge as the Cardinal. Unfolding the documents like a science teacher, he showed his audience the corresponding diagrams. “For example, a common use for it is microphones. Through electrical impulses they produce vibrations, that is, they produce sounds. Last night's weapon uses these properties to the maximum power, the vibration takes the metals to the limit of their resistance and ends up melting them, which causes the destruction of the target.”

"Well, the truth is that those details, I…" said D'Annunzio weakly, stroking his eyebrows in misunderstanding and casting a nervous glance around the room. “The important thing is to know if that technology surpasses what we have. And it is clear that the vampire is an assassin sent by the Empire, as she said herself, right?”

“That might be a hasty conclusion, Your Excellence...”

The one who then expressed her doubts was Caterina, leaving the documents on the table, coughed slightly before continuing.

“It is true that the Empire is our mortal enemy, but it has been more than a hundred years since they caused an incident. There is no reson that they have to start right now.”

“They don't provoke... Not until now, it's true, but won't they start to feel threatened now that we've occupied Istvan?”

Antonio had spoken in a serious voice, extremely rare for him, at the same time that he pointed with his chin towards the map that was hanging on the wall.

Before Armageddon, the city could be proud to be one of the pillars of central Europe, but today it was no more than a border city of two hundred thousand inhabitants. The surroundings of the urban nucleus were full of uninhabitable ruins and the tunnels of the old subway were nothing more than dark caverns.

The vampire would not be short of places to hide, and spotting her in this terrain would be extremely difficult.

“But, well, whatever are the intentions of our enemy, the important thing is to capture the vampire... Is there any news about her possible whereabouts?”

“The city guard is working hard on it with their full force.”

As if recovered from nervousness, D'Annunzio finally raised his head and, tracing a ring around the city with his finger, explained:

“The routes out of the city are all blocked and there are checkpoints on all the railway lines. In addition, we are sending squads with anti-vampire equipment to the underground tunnels.”

“I see. They are very wise measures, but isn't it a bit risky?” asked Matthew, after raising his hand in a humble gesture, scratching his head he continued with a worried face, “With your permission, the Guard has no actual combat experience and their anti-vampire equipment is very limited. Even if they find her, the probability that the vampire will end up killing them is very high… May I dare to ask you to accept that the Inquisition participate in the mission?”

“Brother Matthew, I thank you very much for the offer, but right now it is only you and Brother Petros, rather, since Brother Petros is wounded, we only have you. As much as you are inquisitor, it doesn't change the thing too much either.”

“Just me? Oh, of course! There's something I haven’t told you yet...” Matthew clapped his hands, as if he had just remember something important, he explained with crystal clear voice: “Precisely now there are waiting at the airport of István three aircraft that carry a few hundred special policemen. I myself have come with a detachment that was on maneuvers in Trieste. Ah!, and by the afternoon we expect near to two hundred more men as reinforcements.

“What? Is that right?”

Considering that not even twelve hours had passed since the incident, the speed of the deployment was extraordinary. Not only D'Annunzio, but also Caterina and Antonio raised their eyebrows in surprise. However, the inquisitor remained smiling and his eyes calm.

“As they were on maneuvers, we still have to reorganize the chain of command and provide them with the necessary equipment, but I think it won't take long to solve these issues. Give me an hour and I'll have them ready for combat.”

“Well, what a speed of reaction… I didn't expect less from you, Brother Matthew. I see that the rumors that you are the best commander the Vatican has are not false. Very different from another that I know.” (T.N.: I’m angry now, sorry XD)

D'Annunzio unexpectedly began to praise the inquisitor. Even if they were already on maneuvers, transporting five hundred men, an entire battalion, across that distance in a few hours and having them ready to go into action really demonstrated prodigious capabilities.

“Magnificent. If we can count on the collaboration of such an experienced corps as the special police and the leadership of an inquisitor with such talent there is nothing to fear. I leave it in your hands, Brother Matthew.”

As the archbishop filled the inquisitor with praise, like a teacher encouraging his favorite student, a barely perceptible voice sounded behind him.

“And… me…?” (T.N.: my heart is broken 💔)

The warrior monk, who was slumped in a corner, raised his hand with some fear.

“Please allow me to join the operation and regain the honor I’ve lost last night. We will find the vampire and I myself will bring you her head...”

“No, you won't go, Petros.”

The one who flatly rejected Petros' request was not the archbishop. On the monitor, Francesco was shaking his head sternly.

“The operation can be conducted by Matthew alone. You see to the safety of His Holiness.”

“Eh!? But, Your Eminence…! I…!”

“Don’t get me the wrong... it is not that I don’t trust in you...”

The truth is that the expression of Francesco cannot be matched with one of someone who rebukes a subordinate. However, the veteran knight spoke with a firm voice, which did not admit reply. He nailed the sharp stare on Petros, then he explained clearly:

“As long as we have not captured the vampire, the chances that she will attempt to attack His Holiness' life are very high. In anticipation of this contingency, there must be someone by his side capable of protecting him. That's what I mean.”

“Eh…? But...”

Il Ruinante lowered his head at the stern, if not cold, words of his superior. First he blushed, and then he turned pale. With a pained face, he muttered through clenched teeth:

“Understood... at your command...”

“I've said it before: all this should be kept away from the media. If they find out about this, they can cause irreparable damage…” Francesco concluded, after looking at Petros and Matthew.

The Cardinal had a determined but nervous expression, unusual for him. It wasn't strange. An error in the management of that problem would make it turn into something much worse than a simple event that occurred in the provinces. At worst, it could end up affecting the power of the Vatican itself.

Looking at the high ranks gathered in the room, the man whose iron arm supported the Vatican gravely repeated:

“An imperial noble has kidnapped our Saint... This is not a simple vampire attack, it could become the spark of a new crusade, we must be prepared for anything.”

“What has happened, Your Eminence?”

When Caterina returned to her assigned room, the gray-haired priest got up from the sofa impatiently. He would have not slept all night, because he was nervously looking at his superior, looking pale and haggard.

“What are the instructions? How are we going to proceed with the search?”

"The Ministry of Holy Affairs* does not have the right to participate in the operations..". (*T.N.: Need to check the correct name to be consistent)

Caterina coughed lightly as she handed her cardinal miter to the other priest in the room: Father Tres Iqus. The cold was very intense. After sitting down in front of the heater, she slowly caught her breath.

“The search will be carried out by the Inquisition and the special police. We will take care of the protection and assistance of the Pope.”

“Wha... but the one who has been kidnapped is one of ours!”

With a violent cry, very rare of him, Abel had turned even paler than Caterina. His voice, excited and trembling, revealed that he had spent the night awake, remorseful for having allowed a companion to be abducted before his eyes.

“Who has decided something so stupid as that the companions of the abducted cannot participate in the search!? Right now Esther may...”

“Calm down, Abel...”

Caterina tried to calm the priest with a serene voice, he looked like he was going to get out in a stampede at any moment.

Normally, the priest was so calm that he exasperated others, but this time the guilt was probably too strong. Trying to ignore the dark feelings that were beginning to bubble inside her, the Cardinal looked at the hysterical priest and explained calmly:

“I think it goes without saying that Sister Esther's safety comes first for me. She is a key agent who brought back invaluable information from the Empire. Losing her now would be a tremendous blow.”

“But we can't ignore His Holiness' protection either...”

The monotonous voice that joined the conversation was Tres’. The mechanical soldier continued speaking without any trace of feeling about the possibilities they had:

“As long as the vampire is within the city, the chances that her next target will be the Pope or Her Eminence are very high. If an attack did occur, we would be responsible. It must be avoided at all costs.”

“Okay, so you can stay with the Cardinal, Father Tres” Abel answered immediately, preparing to leave the room.

This abrupt manner of speaking was not at all normal for the priest.

“In the meantime, I'll go find Esther around the town! Since I was here a year ago, I know the streets a little. Not that I'm going to wander aimlessly...”

“Negative. It is not advisable to disperse our combat capabilities, Father Nightroad. Our goal is to protect His Holiness and Her Eminence. We must also count on Cardinal Borgia. It is physically impossible that one can cover alone all the three objectives at a time. The minimum necessary is two units, which are you and me.”

“Eh…?”

Faced with the cold but exact reasoning, the gray-haired priest was speechless. He tried to think of a reply, but finally remained silent. Anyway, he turned decisively towards Caterina, with a face of not giving up, and looked with imploring eyes at his superior:

“Please... Your Eminence... I... Esther...”

“No. Impossible, Abel… I mean, Father Nightroad” Caterina said, shaking her head calmly at the priest's pleas. “I fully understand how you feel. I am also very worried about Sister Esther. But the vampire is still among us. If she attacks again, who will be here to defend us against her? Who will defend me and Alessandro? Only you can do it. Also, Abel...”

The priest bit his lip at the calm reprimand. In his watery eyes danced the image of those whom he had to protect. The cardinal cast her last sentence towards that gaze like a winter lake.

“Is there no value for you to defend us?”

“...”

As if he had strings and they had been cut, the young man dropped his eyelids. He closed his eyes tightly and his face, with the expression of someone who had just drank poison, was drained of all color. But his lips opened one more time just to spit:

“Coward... That's a cowardly reproach, Caterina... I can't believe that...”

After whispering those words, the priest went to the door.

“Where are you going, Father Nightroad? We are in the middle of a meeting. Come back immediately!”

The voice scolded Abel harshly, but he ignored it and reached for the doorknob. Without changing his expression, Tres quickly caught his partner in front of the door...

“You don't have to follow him, Father Tres” the Cardinal said, stopping the short priest with a gesture. “Even if we don't chase him, Father Nightroad won't abandon us… I know how he is”

What was that expression that crossed over the beautiful woman's face? Disgust with herself, anger...? A veil of pain darkened her face. But it was only an instant. Recovering her serenity immediately, the Cardinal ordered her subordinate:

“Father Tres, take care of the cathedral. I have to solve some matters and then accompany His Holiness to the Central Hospital. Take care of the preparations.”

“Positive.”

Even after receiving the orders, the mechanical soldier remained standing for a moment, as if to say something, but in the end he withdrew silently through the same door his companion had used.

After verifying that the rhythmic echo of the boots had died down the hall, the Cardinal leaned against the back of her chair. Bringing the handkerchief to her lips, she coughed slightly...

“A hateful woman…” she groaned softly between her lips in a hoarse voice.

She had coughed so badly that her voice heard broken. Seeing the slight reddish stain that had appeared on the white lace of the handkerchief, on her face there was no shadow of the Iron Lady that caused terror to all.

“I am… I am a hateful woman.”

Still coughing, she tossed the bloody handkerchief into the fireplace.

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Thank you for your patience, see you next time!

If you find some mistake, please let me know in comments, don't forget to ❤ and reblog.

Stay safe guys. Hugs!

#trinityblood #trinityblood translations #fan translation #brother petros #abelnightroad #abel and esther #caterina sforza #tres iqus #esther blanchett #tb never forget #sorry i almost forgot

[homomenhommes]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … December 11

1475 – Pope Leo X (d.1521), born Giovanni di Lorenzo de' Medici, was the Pope from 1513 to his death in 1521. He was the last non-priest (only a deacon) to be elected Pope. He is known for granting indulgences for those who donated to reconstruct St. Peter's Basilica and his challenging of Martin Luther's 95 Theses. He was the second son of Lorenzo de' Medici, the most famous ruler of the Florentine Republic, and Clarice Orsini. His cousin, Giulio di Giuliano de' Medici, would later succeed him as Pope Clement VII (1523-34).

Several modern historians have concluded that Leo was homosexual. Contemporary tracts and accounts such as that of Francesco Guicciardini have been found to allude to active same-sex relations - alleging Count Ludovico Rangone and Galeotto Malatesta were among his lovers.

Cesare Falconi has examined in particular Leo's infatuation with the Venetian noble Marcantonio Flaminio, with Leo arranging the best education that could be offered for the time. Von Pastor has argued, however, against the credibility of these testimonies, and rejected accusations of immorality as anti-papal polemic. Gucciardini was not resident at the papal court during Leo's pontificate, while other contemporaries such as Matteo Herculano took pains to praise his chastity. Paul Strathern, a British writer and academic, argues that Leo, while homosexual, was not sexually active as pope, despite identifying notable members of that family as such.

Jean Cocteau and Jean Marais

1913 – Jean Marais, French actor (d.1998); Marais was never much of an actor, and it is doubtful he would have achieved international fame had he not become Jean Cocteau's lover, but he was, by universal acclaim, one of the most handsome men ever to appear in films. In the 1940s when he made most of his movies for Cocteau, actors were still slicking down their hair with Kreml and Vitalis. But he changed all that. His cheveaux fous and athletic good looks created a new style of postwar leading man.

When in 1946 he spent his time in Cocteau's Beauty and the Beast, trapped within an ape-like constume, waiting for Beauty's kiss to turn him once again into Jean Marais, Gay moviegoers around the world secretly wished that they were Josette Day who actually got to kiss the handsome actor's furry face. What is perhaps most interesting about the friendship between Cocteau and Marais is that the actor's face in profile bore an astonishing resemblance to the boys Cocteau had been sketching for thirty years before meeting him.

In the 1960s, he played the famed villain of the Fantômas trilogy. After 1970, Marais's on-screen performances became few and far between, as he preferred concentrating on his stage work. He kept performing on stage until his eighties, also working as a sculptor. In 1985, he was the head of the jury at the 35th Berlin International Film Festival.

1948 – Alvin Baltrop (d.2004) was a gay African-American photographer who earned fame through his photographs of the Hudson River piers during the 1970s and 1980s.

Baltrop was born in 1948 in the Bronx. He discovered his love of photography in junior high school. Baltrop received no formal art education; older photographers from the neighborhood taught him different techniques and how to develop photos himself.

Baltrop enlisted in the Navy as a medic during the Vietnam War and continued taking photos, mainly of his friends in sexually provocative poses. He built his own developing lab in the sick bay, using medic trays for developing trays. After his time in the Navy, Baltrop worked odd jobs as a street vendor, a jewelry designer, a printer, and a cab driver. Because he wanted to spend more time taking photos at the Hudson River piers, he quit his job as a cab driver to become a self-employed mover. He would park his van at the piers for days at a time, living out of his van to take pictures.

From 1975 through 1986, Baltrop took photographs of the West Side piers, where he was a well-known member of the community. Baltrop knew every person he photographed, and people often volunteered to be photographed. Younger boys and men at the piers often confided in him about their sexual orientation, their relationships with their families, their housing status, and their work.

Baltrop captured the gay cruising spots and hookup culture that existed in New York City before the AIDS epidemic. Baltrop's photographs not only captured human personalities, but also the aesthetics of the dilapidated piers. His life work is a snapshot of gay, African-American, and New York City history.

Baltrop struggled to make his way in the art world, facing racism from the white gay art world. Gay curators often rejected his work, accused him of stealing it, or stole his work themselves.

"Three Sailors"

Late during the 1990s, NYC artist John Drury, who knew Alvin from their shared neighborhood - Drury living on Third Street, with his wife and Baltrop on Second Street, in lower Manhattan - befriended the artist and recognized the photographers unique abilities, nominating him for a Louis Comfort Tiffany Foundation Award for the Arts. Alvin Baltrop had few exhibits in his lifetime; his work gaining international fame only after his death.

According to one journalist, Baltrop came out as gay at fourteen years old. Baltrop had long term relationships with men and women, but preferred identifying as gay.

Baltrop was diagnosed with cancer in the 1990s. Impoverished and without health insurance, curators and filmmakers attempted to exploit him for their own financial gain. He died on February 1, 2004

1990 – Nakshatra Bagwe, born in Mumbai, India, is an Indian actor and award winning film maker. Nakshatra will be making his Indian feature film debut in My Son is Gay and is due for his international film debut as the lead actor of Hearts. His films Logging Out, Book of Love, Curtains and PR (Public Relations) represent the current LGBT scenario of India.

He is a LGBT rights activist and also an organiser of Gujarat's first ever pride march. Nakshatra has participated in several Pride Parades in India. He won KASHISH – Mumbai International Queer Film Festival in 2012 for his debut film Logging Out. It was screened at prestigious venues like Queens Museum of Arts (New York), The Old Cinema (London) and it was also a part of Queer India European tour 2012 to raise awareness about LGBT issues in the Indian context.

Nakshatra hails from Konkan coastal region. Masure, Malvan is his native village. He takes part in homosexuality awareness projects. Nakshatra and his mother were featured in a promo of popular Indian television show Satyamev Jayte. He came out to society when he participated in Asia’s first LGBT flashmob. He also participated in second queer flashmob which happened at Dadar station, Mumbai. Nakshatra posed nude for a campaign named 'Breaking Closets'.

In July 2014, He became the brand ambassador of Moovz, a global social network for gay men. Nakshatra is first and only openly Indian LGBT person to be signed up as the brand ambassador by any brand till now.

1998 – The mother of Tyra Hunter (1970 – 1995) is awarded $2.9 million in a wrongful death lawsuit against the city of Washington DC. Hunter, a pre-operative transsexual, died of injuries sustained in a car accident in 1995. Emergency medical technicians at the scene were abusive and withheld treatment, and a doctor at DC General Hospital failed to follow nationally accepted standards of care.

[thesongofthegreens]

Heyy!! Who's your fav couple in medici? I loved giuliano and simonetta's story it's heartbreaking, it was not lust but true and pure love

I also liked Bianca and guglielmo but their story was kinda incomplete. In s3 we only see bianca but we don't know anything about him. I had a feeling he died. What did you feel? ( ik he outlived bianca in real life but the show is pretty messy with timeliness since bianca died before lorenzo but in the series its the opposite)

I just saw this but I would LOVE to answer. so i think i have to say either clarenzo (clarice and lorenzo) or francesco and novella! i know francesco and novella's relationship soured after a year or two, but i loved how sweet he always was with her, until he suspected her of an affair, that is. he always let himself show her affection, even when they were in front of the public, when it was such a rare side of him.

i always liked giuliano and simonetta, and how they fell in love, but i didn't like that i could see tragedy coming from a mile away. i also didn't know about giuliano's death until watching the show, but i already knew someone would die and then it ended up being both of them, which BROKE my heart.

bianca and guglielmo was never my favorite couple, but i liked that he sided with the medici's for her. he seemed to truly care about her and became more of a medici than a pazzi, but him burning the note... i wanted him dead, though i know he didn't die immediately. i think it's because the medici's were always the ones handing him things and making sure he always had what he needed and always supporting him after jacopo turned a blind eye to him. his betrayal, though small, always made me want to fight him. i also get the feeling he lived well in his exile, even though he was never really seen again, just so that the medici's could say that they were merciful rather than tyrants, despite the fact that lorenzo lowkey turned to being one in the end.

saying that i hate guglielmo also brings in the complication of me saying francesco being my favorite, as he betrayed the only ones who loved him, but we would be fools to think lorenzo wasn't also trying to use him in his own little ways. lorenzo cared for francesco, but lorenzo did keep asking francesco to lowkey betray the pazzi family/let things fall into ruin for them, all to help the medici's. i always felt that if lorenzo had learned from jacopo's mistakes, rather than thinking himself above them, he would have been able to keep francesco as a friend.

[mpond]

Does anyone have any ideas or prompts for the Medicis' fic, (master of Florence TV).

I need despair and angst as much as possible right now. I need a gut wrenching fic where one of them dies or maybe even both.

I would be welcome to write about each pair in the following :)

The pairing of Simonetta and Giuliano is just beautiful, especially their ending. Just beautiful.

Clarice and Lorenzo is by far the best couple. Clarice is literally the brain of the entire family because without her ahem ahem "you go nowhere without my love" THAT LINE punch me right in the face. THERES JUST so much angst and akjdheiwks, how I love this series.

I also love novella and Francesco, I could go on and on about them but if you have any recommendations, please let me know because I am starving 🫡.

#medici #master of Florence tv #lorenzo de medici #giuliano de medici #clarice orsini #fanfic #ao3fanfic recommendations

[karolinevassalor]

Trinity blood brainrot:

How Francesco had not legitimate claim for the Papal throne?

I know Francesco's mother was a lower class (and married) woman, and Catarina's mom also married but probably had higher rank than Frans.

And Alessandro mom said she was hailed from one of the oldest families in Italy. So, probably the highest ranked among the woman whom the previous pops slept, but they still can not married (for obvious reasons).

So, if the prev pops have the authority the legitimise his b@stard childrens, why he did not gave a right to Francesco to became his heir?

Or the old pop know what his son capable of with the power in his hands?

#trinity blood #anime #manga #francesco di medici #caterina sforza #pope alessandro #vatican #future #brainrot

[all-is-fair-in-love-and-war]

Piero: Everyone chill, I know what I'm doing.

Breaks down everything his father built

Maddalena: you really really don't

Lorenzo in the afterlife screaming and looking down in panic.

Francesco next to him laughing his ass off.

#incorrect quotes #queue cause reasons #medici incorrect quotes #i medici #the medici family #giuliano de medici #cosimo de medici #lorenzo de medici #contessina de medici #lucrezia de medici #piero di lorenzo #clarice orsini #francesco pazzi

[libriaco]

🎄 Natale a Firenze [1736]

Le origini dell’attuale Biblioteca Nazionale Centrale di Firenze risalgono al lontano 26 maggio 1714, quando l’erudito e bibliomane, nonché bibliotecario di casa Medici, Antonio Magliabechi, ormai sul letto di morte, dichiara al notaio Giovanni Evangelista Miccinesi la volontà di lasciare i suoi beni, che consistevano soprattutto in una eccezionale raccolta libraria di circa 30.000 volumi, ai poveri della città di Firenze, allo scopo di formare “una publica Libreria a benefizio universale della città”. […] Un simile istituto, aperto liberamente a tutti e di carattere generale per poter servire ad una vasta area di lettori, mancava ancora a Firenze; sotto quest’aspetto la situazione complessiva del Granducato all’inizio del XVIII secolo risultava in notevole ritardo rispetto ad altre realtà italiane. Il bibliotecario fiorentino aveva impiegato tutto il tempo e il denaro di una vita condotta miseramente per soddisfare la sua unica necessità: accumulare libri e vivere in mezzo ad essi in modo da distinguersi all’interno della società degli eruditi per la sua sterminata conoscenza bibliografica. Senza eredi a cui lasciare l’amata raccolta, dopo molte pressioni perché ne disponesse a vantaggio della città, si decide infine a questo passo, ma malgrado le sue dettagliate disposizioni testamentarie occorreranno molti anni per l’apertura della biblioteca. Le difficoltà – di carattere economico e normativo per la trasformazione di una raccolta privata in una biblioteca pubblica – videro una svolta con i provvedimenti del granduca Gian Gastone: il giorno di Natale del 1736 l’ultimo dei Medici emana tre leggi riguardanti la Magliabechiana che risultano fondamentali per le sorti della Biblioteca e per la natura pubblica dell’istituto; per questo a buon diritto esse vanno ricordate, assieme al testamento Magliabechi, come i documenti istitutivi della biblioteca fiorentina. Nel primo motuproprio si dispone che il Magistrato Supremo, organo istituzionale fra i più importanti, prenda possesso a nome del Pubblico di Firenze della libreria di Antonio Magliabechi e del legato dei libri di Anton Francesco Marmi, il quale aveva disposto nel suo testamento il lascito dei propri libri alla Magliabechiana a condizione che la biblioteca non fosse retta da religiosi, ponendo così le basi della natura laica dell’istituto. Viene inoltre incaricato il medico e bibliografo Antonio Cocchi di stendere l’inventario di tutti i libri della biblioteca, sui quali si dovrà apporre il sigillo del Pubblico di Firenze; per aumentarne il posseduto le tipografie della città dovranno consegnarle una copia di ciò che stampano. Col secondo motuproprio si nomina soprintendente il marchese Carlo Rinuccini, uno degli uomini più potenti della corte medicea, e col terzo Lorenzo Comparini come bibliotecario.

Fonte: Biblioteca Nazionale Centrale di Firenze. Le evidenziazioni sono mie.

#Natale #Firenze #Biblioteca #Magliabechi

[fashionbooksmilano]

Cabinets of Curiosities 40th Edition

Massimo Listri

a cura di Giulia Carciotto e Antonio Paolucci

Taschen, Cologne 2022, 448 pagine, 15.6 x 21.7 cm, ISBN 9783836593786, Edizione: Francese, Inglese, Tedesco

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La Wunderkammer, o "gabinetto delle curiosità", era un luogo in cui i collezionisti raccoglievano oggetti artistici, scientifici e intellettuali di ogni sorta, nell'ambizioso tentativo di riunire tutta la conoscenza umana in un'unica stanza. Dal granduca Francesco I de' Medici e dall'imperatore del Sacro romano impero Rodolfo II fino all'arciduca Ferdinando II d'Asburgo, molti aristocratici virtuosi hanno acquistato, selezionato ed esposto questi oggetti creando veri e propri cataloghi del mondo intero, che spaziavano tra architettura, arredamento, pittura, scultura, gemmologia, geologia, botanica, biologia e tassonomia, astrologia, alchimia, antropologia, etnografia e storia. Lasciatevi stupire da corni di unicorno (zanne di narvalo), gemme, rari coralli, vetri di Murano, affreschi e bizzarri automi meccanici. Scorrete le immagini di creature mitiche ed esotiche e scoprite i leggendari "avori di Coburgo", una straordinaria collezione di artefatti artigianali. Queste collezioni rappresentano un vero e proprio viaggio nel tempo, dal Rinascimento all'Età delle scoperte, dal Manierismo al Barocco, fino ai giorni nostri. Molte di queste Wunderkammer non esistono più, ma altre sono state minuziosamente ricostruite, mentre ne sono nate di nuove. Per realizzare una simile impresa titanica, Massimo Listri ha viaggiato attraverso sette paesi europei e svariate decadi; il risultato è una raccolta fotografica, accompagnata da un'introduzione autorevole e al tempo stesso accessibile e da un commento dettagliato su ciascuna delle 19 camere che mette in luce gli oggetti più straordinari di ogni collezione. Scoprite come questi tesori senza tempo siano stati in grado di forgiare e rappresentare la civiltà, il moderno concetto di museo e la nostra stessa conoscenza dell'universo.

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[joseandrestabarnia]

Agnolo di Cosimo conocido como BRONZINO (Florencia 1503-1572) Retrato de una joven con un libro (¿Giulia de Alessandro de'Medici?) 1548-1550 Óleo sobre tabla Inv. 1890 n. 770

El esquema del retrato es el mismo que utiliza Bronzino para toda la serie de los jóvenes Medici: el busto se muestra entero y el corte frontal hierático que subraya el linaje. El vestido sigue la rígida y lujosa moda española introducida en la Corte por la Gran Duquesa Leonora, pero la franqueza de su mirada y la expresión seria revelan el carácter de la adolescente, ciertamente estimulada por la lectura, como indica el libro que tiene entre manos: tal vez se trate de Giulia, huérfana del duque Alejandro, que creció en la familia de Cosme I de 'Medici y se casó en 1550 - a los quince años - con Francesco Cantelmi, duque de Popoli.

Información de la Gallerie degli Uffizi, fotografía de mi autoría.

#art #pintura #renacimiento

[creart23-blog]

About Bronzino,

Born Agnolo di Cosimo, 1503/1572, his nickname, Bronzino, refers to his relatively dark skin and reddish hair. After a stay in Pesaro, he returned to Florence and painted around 1532, this Portrait of a Young Man as St. Sebastian, who, as is often the case, is represented as a redhead.

In the imagination of the time, these children of the Demon, the devil's sidekick, belong to a long line of traitors. St. Sebastian being a traitor to Dioclesian his mentor.

He took up this theme in 1554 for a portrait of Lodovico Capponi as St. Sebastian.

But before that, he had already painted the portrait of Lodovico Capponi known as the Younger, 1534/1614, banker, patron, and one of Cosimo de' Medici's favorite courtiers. Very cultured, Lodovico is an enlightened art lover, patron of Bronzino and Allori.

1551, Portrait of Lodovico Capponi by Bronzino, When he was not yet twenty years old, staying in Rome in 1552 with Cardinal Salviati, he fell in love with his nephew, Giovan Battista.

1543/44 Gian Battista Salviati, by Francesco Salviati,