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Theodor Petter
Austrian, 1822-1872
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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art blog(derogatory)
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Alpenblumen (details)
Theodor Petter
Austrian, 1822-1872
Ilya Kaminsky, from "Musica Humana", Dancing in Odessa: Poems
Luna Moth Fan (circa 1890). Painted by George Keiswetter for Allen Fan Company ( 1885–1910 ).
Image and text courtesy MFA Boston.
la collectionneuse, eric rohmer, 1967
a small step in the right direction is still a step in the right direction
This lives rent free in my brain.
there is always hope, even when your brain says there isn't
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Willem van Aelst
Dutch, 1627-1683
Still Life With Flowers, ca. 1656 (details)
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The Lavender Haze video is out now. There is lots of lavender. There is lots of haze. There is my incredible costar Laith Ashley who I absolutely adored working with. This was the first video I wrote out of the 3 that have been released, and this one really helped me conceptualize the world and mood of Midnights, like a sultry sleepless 70’s fever dream. Hope you like it 😁
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black women in art.
National Geographic (1984)
The Courier-Journal, Louisville, Kentucky, August 31, 1952
i just feel things deeply & it tires me
September — days spent lounging around on a sun-warm bed while reading, dripping-sweet plums, honey-scented soap, not yet cold evenings when bats dance through the purple sky, Anaïs Nin, sweet dark wine, the lush-sweet scent of a freshly opened box of chocolates, old Vivienne Westwood fashion shows, picking up opulent fragrances again, cotton on bare skin, the last golden days dripping by like honey.
'The Swan Maidens' (1894), Walter Crane (English, 1845-1915)