Diana Ross strutting down the aisle for Theirry Mugler’s 1991 Spring/Summer collection. Special appearance by Diana’s second eldest Tracee Ellis Ross [x]

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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if i look back, i am lost
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Diana Ross strutting down the aisle for Theirry Mugler’s 1991 Spring/Summer collection. Special appearance by Diana’s second eldest Tracee Ellis Ross [x]
Iman, Thierry Mugler Fall/Winter 1984
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Drôles D’Oiseaux L’Officiel #813, 1997 Thierry Mugler, Spring 1997 Couture
Shalom Harlow, Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell & Esther de Jong for Helmut Lang FW 1996.
Olivier Grossetete - Pont de Singe (2012)
“Pont de Singe reflects the architecture of Tatton’s Japanese Garden as well as the flight of fancy of the Formal Gardens as a whole. The installation is a folly of design and engineering: a featherweight bridge designed for contemplation rather than function, emanating from and leading to the water, held aloft by three helium-filled balloons, recalling the power of daydreams and their ability to transform reality.”
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.
William Butler Yeates, The Mermaid
Laurtiz Tuxen, Male Nude in the Studio of Bonnat, 1877
Thank God for butts
Things like this are a constant reminder as to why I would never be able to make a Miyazaki-esque story despite all attempts. Look at that fucking scenery. Look at it.