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Watchout, itās the Shen brothers!
Maybe one reason time seems to speed up in adult life is because when your full time job leaves you roughly 5 hours of free time a day plus two days off a week your life turns into a sort of monotony that makes the days blend together and creative pursuits move in slow motion as you can only get to them when other your commitments are done.
When you look back and think damn 2019 wasnāt that long ago where did the time go? Job. Your Job took it.
āShe died. She canāt come back, even if you keep her stuffed away in a drawer you canāt look at. Youāre not waiting for her resurrection; youāve made yourself her mausoleum.ā
i think we should start openly mocking male creatives who can't figure out how to write women. like actually i think it's embarrassing that it took elliot page transitioning for christopher nolan to give him a good role. why did it take like ten years to get the first female lead in a marvel movie? why is it a Known Fact that stephen king can't write women? why is 50% of the population omitted from large ensemble works? i asked my friend to name a movie directed by a man with a majority female cast and he said ghostbusters 2016. ghostbusters. ghostbusters. g
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im reading about cowboy phrases and sayings and like 95% of them are just solid life advice
like idk how accurate these are but somehow they manage to be both peak shitposting humor and genuinely helpful suggestions
fuck self-help books and therapy, all i need to make it in life is my trusty Cowboy Tipsā¢
From observation, another one would seem to be āif you have to get off your horse to do it, let someone else take care of itā
concurrent events
so christopher nolan drilled into an active historical site to rig a scene, dumped a bunch of plastic skeletons into the ocean with no plan to fish them out, and ruined an actual Viking ship on loan from sweden and refuses to pay for damages. all for that garbage movie.
Swedish nonprofit alleges cost to repair replica was $6,000 but Universal ā which made $264m on filmās opening weekend ā has not stumped up
Concerns about prop disposal as filming on new Nolan film comes to a close | www.italianinsider.it
looking for a news outlet to pick up the archeologist drama over this but you can google the practical effects used for the cyclops and find the pictures pretty easily
Despite Moroccoās hopes that its film industry would reap rewards, the blockbusterās success will be tainted by controversy surrounding film
and it gets even worse
i have a random issue with a handful of pre-srar fall out boy songs where I LOVE the the start of the song or just generally everything but the chorus, but the chorus itself i find kind of underwhelming (eg: ilalwtwiattgyo, ttotbo, igatrimeanomf, cfmrfrpfmsr, gblogbd(dyptstsasgts)
poor thing...walked straight into the electric fence
U literally cannot save your mother like it cant be done
Mermaid in decay
the goddess
Suzanne Eisendieck - Miss Toto Koopman (1936)
Koopman was born on the Indonesian island of Java in 1908, to a half-Indonesian mother descended from Chinese ancestry and a Dutch father. Colonized some three centuries earlier, the country still ran rampant with prejudice and hostility against its biracial inhabitants when Koopman was born. She, her mother, and brother were all derisively called āgreen Dutchmenā for the color of their skin. Yet throughout her life, Koopman remained proud of her heritage and would speak openly of it in a society that wouldnāt catch up to her progressivism for decades.
In high society circles, Koopmanās charm, mystique, and polyglot tongue matched well with her love of thrill and sexual freedom. She would court throughout her life all manner of distinguished ladies and gentlemen, including actress Tallulah Bankhead and Randolph Churchill, son of Winston Churchill. Also among her paramours was newspaper magnate Lord Beaverbrook, owner of Englandās Daily Express, Evening Standard, and Sunday Express, a man 30 years her senior. It was through and for Beaverbrook that Koopman began to gather intelligence on the Fascist and Nazi occupation of Europe beginning in 1934. She was rumored to have had a dalliance with the son-in-law of Mussolini, but was known to have had an affair with Lord Beaverbrookās son, Max. They were together for four years, but would never marry, as Beaverbrook said he would offer them both lifelong pensions not to. It suited Koopman well. She was not and would never be the marrying kind, so enjoyed spending her pension.
Visiting friends in Florence in 1939, however, Koopman would fall for an Italian Resistance leader. She would even engineer her society connections and sell her furs and jewelry to back his anti-Fascist endeavors. Working for the Allies, she spied on meetings of the Italian Fascist Partyās paramilitary wing, the Blackshirts, and reported their intel back to England. After two years, the Italian police caught on and sent her to remote prisons and detention camps, the latter of which she successfully escaped from. From the safety of the mountains outside Perugia, Italy, she also helped detention camp escapees find asylum while also continuing to help the Resistance. The Fascists would eventually catch on to her tactics, however, and capture her once more, only to have her flee from their grasp again. She made her way to the palatial, luxurious Danieli Hotel in Venice, where she would hide in plain sight: at an aristocrat friendās elegant dinner the night the hotel was being raided by German forces in hopes of discovering spies. āIn a brazen gambit, the aristocrat threw an opulent dinner for the German general in charge of the operation and seated him directly next to Toto,ā The Daily Beast wrote in 2013. āDressed to the nines and flirtatious as ever, Toto was so conspicuous that it never occurred to the Germans to suspect her.ā But in October 1944, she would be discovered, then imprisoned in the Ravensbrück concentration camp, which would prove far more difficult to get out of.
Ravensbrück was a concentration camp primarily for women. From the time it opened in 1938 to the time it was shut down in 1945, approximately 132,000 female prisoners would pass through its gates and 90,000 would die. Koopman survived the camp on her wits, lying to Ravensbrück guards in perfect German, telling them she was a trained nurse. She then worked in the camp's infirmary, and would often sneak food to the hospitalized in attempts to heal them, something that could have cost her life. Some of the camp was liberated when the Swedish Red Crossās Vice President, Count Folke Bernadotte, convinced Nazi Commander in Chief Heinrich Himmler to release 7,500 women. Koopman was one of them, slender frame shriveled, her head shaved, her body ravaged from medical experimentation.
With the help of Randolph Churchill, who would also get her a wig, as well as Beaverbrook and the Red Cross, Koopman was able to settle in Ascona, on Lake Maggiore in Switzerland. There, in 1945, she would meet Erica Brausen, a London gallerist who, incidentally, had also been involved in the Resistance. After working at Londonās Redfern Gallery, she was set on opening a space of her own. (source)
Particularly formative for Erica Brausen was her private partnership, from 1946, with the model Toto Koopman, who also supported the management of the gallery, maintained the card index of clients and guests, and oversaw the invitations and exhibition openings (Liaut 2013, 135). The two partners undertook joint studio and art trips to the European continent, for example to the Venice Biennale, in search of new artists for the gallery. Their shared flat was located at 26 Bolton Studios, Gilston Road, Chelsea from 1946. In 1959 Brausen and Koopman moved to 70 Eaton Place, Belgravia and had bronze furniture designed by Alberto and Diego Giacometti. They lived surrounded by works of classical modernism, including works by Henri Matisse, Georges Rouault and Joan Miró.
Erica Brausen was one of the progressive gallery owners of the 1930s and 1940s in Europe who, through huge commitment and strategically planned exhibitions, helped contemporary art gain recognition. In addition to painting, an important emphasis was placed on sculpture: in group exhibitions such as Sculpture from 1959, Hanover Gallery not only brought together abstraction (KemƩny) and figuration (Maillol) and artists of different generations. It also showed lesser-known sculptors such as CƩsar, Clatworthy and Marini in the context of established positions - Maillol, Matisse, Picasso. In this way, Brausen was able to draw the attention of collectors and critics to new artists and open a door to the London art market for them.
Many of those who championed the art of their time were emigrants, including women such as Erica Brausen, Lea Bondy Jaray and Ala Story. This leads to the thesis that, on the one hand, the emigrants brought with them their diverse experiences with contemporary art in their places of origin and exile stations along the way. On the other hand, the as yet unrecognised terrain of contemporary art, less affected by competition from local art dealers, also offered opportunities for them to establish themselves in the art market and the art scene in London. (source)
I have to defend overhated women characters with my life this isnāt a game to me anymore dog Iām so serious
Fat Horse No. 20
Itās the year of the horse and Iāve always been a horse girl at heart, so Iām finally taking advantage of the excuse to fill the world with fat little horses! These felted friends are about the size (and shape!) of an apple, and if you happen to have any apples to share Iām sure theyād help you out! You know I had to make a pigeon once I decided to do a pegasus. The chest features Angelina sparkle fiber for that flash of iridescence!
This piece is SOLD but Iām already hard at work on a herd of new ones for Furrydelphia, August 7-9th!