dumb artist

14 y/o | any pronouns, idc | bi | pro choice❤️| instagram: @brocolli.mp3 @brocolli.lewks

[fashion-plates]

Galerie des Modes et Costumes Français, 1778

[history-of-fashion]

ab. 1875 Portrait of three sisters (by Studio Mathias Hansen, Stockholm)

(via Patrick Bradley on Flickr)

[thecollectibles]

ALCHEMY – art by Nekro

[franz-xaver-winterhalter]

Grand Duchess of Russia, Olga Feodorovna, Franz Xaver Winterhalter

[franz-xaver-winterhalter]

Maria Carolina de Borbó Dues Sicílies, Franz Xaver Winterhalter

[kohn-singleton-copley]

Mrs.Daniel Denison Rogers, 1784, John Singleton Copley

Medium: oil,canvas

[franz-xaver-winterhalter]

Portrait of Princess Tatiana Alexanrovna Yusupova, 1858, Franz Xaver Winterhalter

Medium: oil,canvas

[gay-irl]

Gay🐺irl

[jean-auguste-dominique-ingres]

Portrait of the Princesse de Broglie, 1853, Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres

Medium: oil,canvas

[franz-xaver-winterhalter]

Count Jenison Walworth, 1837, Franz Xaver Winterhalter

Medium: oil,canvas

[john-william-godward]

Drusilla, 1906, John William Godward

Medium: oil,canvas

[john-william-godward]

The Sweet Siesta of a Summer Day, 1891, John William Godward

Medium: oil,canvas

[thomas-sully]

Prison Scene from J. Fenimore Cooper’s The Pilot, 1841, Thomas Sully

[thomas-sully]

Lady on the Battlements of a Castle, 1868, Thomas Sully

[humanveil]

Do all lovers feel they’re inventing something?

I know the gestures. I imagined it all, waiting for you.

Portrait de la jeune fille en feu | Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma.

[wlw-affirmations]

I would give anything to be quarantined with you. 

[biaesthetc]

the dream

it’s the late 1800s and you’re dressed up to go to a ball. You look absolutely dashing in the most breathtaking gown/suit. The ball is in full swing but anyone who’s anyone awaits your arrival. You’re always the best dressed and most charming, and your air of mystery makes everyone want to be the person who knows your secrets. You enter the ballroom, and there’s stares and chatter whenever you pass. Everyone wants to catch your attention, but there’s only one person that matters to you. You go up to her, and she is so so beautiful it makes your heart clench. You look her right in the eyes and take her hand, pressing it to your lips. She blushes and her cheeks are perfect roses. You cannot do much more or else risk impropriety, but you know the two of you will be the gossip of the evening. “Hello my love,” you whisper as you walk past her. You can hear the catch in her breath and the corner of your mouth twitches into a smile, knowing those three words will run through her thoughts all evening. The night goes on and you watch as she gets asked to dance by all the handsomest men in the city. She says yes to most of them, she is too kind to say no, but she glances at you every time. You do not return her gaze, instead staring at her when she is not looking, watching her gown sway around her. At the end of the night you go out into the gardens, knowing that she will follow. The moon is silver in the sky and you hear light footsteps behind you. You smile, and walk to a small clearing. When you turn around, there she is, beautiful as moonlight. You pull her into your arms. “Hello my love.”