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FRS - For Restless Sleepers Fall/Winter 2019-2020, by designer Francesca Ruffini

Hugo Simberg, The Garden of Death, 1896.

Every time I see this I always wonder what the painter’s intended message was. It looks so pleasant, that middle skeleton looks so happy with its work.

Maybe it’s supposed to be a memento mori, but a comforting and encouraging one.

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This is one of the most famous paintings in Finland. There are multiple interpretations of it but they all share the same base idea:

“According to Simberg, the flowers represent people’s souls, the skeletons are aids to Death, and the Garden of Death is a purgatory of sorts for souls waiting for entrance into heaven. This artwork invites the viewer to consider the afterlife, to take comfort in his or her own passing, and to not fear what happens after the body fails to function.”

“It depicts Simberg’s thoughts on afterlife, which is not run by angels but skeletons who take care of the heavenly garden with a gentle hand, while waiting for more “gardeners” to arrive. It is derived from the medieval belief that the dead sleep in a blooming garden.”

“In Simberg’s garden the humble Death-like figures struggle against harsh conditions; the landscape around the garden has burnt yellow, it is dry and barren. The cherished flowers grow in exotic shapes, slowly, requiring constant care. The black-clad figures love their nurslings. The garden is a place where Death is allowed to realize its feelings of affection. The Garden of Death can be seen depicting the impossibility of this love; maybe the flowers are tender and fragile because they can not handle the love of Death. Love has two faces: one of them is the face of devastation.”

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Maybe it’s my downfall, that I will always miss things that hurt me.

tara love / and people who don’t miss me (via s-t-u-p-o-r-e)

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Loïe Fuller, 1923

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“I gathered you here to hide from some vast unnameable fear, But the loneliness never left me I always took it with me, But I can put it down in the pleasure of your company”

No Choir

live at Accorhotels Arena, Paris

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Inspired by “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman.

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Mahmoud Darwish, from Almond Blossoms and Beyond; “I Sit At Home,”

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Haute Couture Fall Winter 2015-16Julien Fournié

Personal Edit

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I was in mourning, for a soul, revenant , undead, vampiric.

Channing H.M (via le-immorte)

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I saw my whole life as if l’d already lived it; an endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches; always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like l was standing at a great precipice with no one to pull me back no one who cared or even noticed.