Eleonora Abbagnato, Former Étoile at the Paris Opera Ballet, retired in 2021.

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Eleonora Abbagnato, Former Étoile at the Paris Opera Ballet, retired in 2021.
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Jeff Buckley’s poem, “New Year’s Eve Prayer,” performed at Sin-é, Manhattan, NYC, 1994.
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I saw your post about Mitski. Do you have a recommendation for an album for someone who has never listened to her music before, but wants to give it a try?
yes! i really like the album ‘bury me at makeout creek’, especially the song ‘last words from a shooting star’. it’s older, from like maybe 2014, and i listened it so much, and do so little fact checking that i unwaveringly told at least a couple people abroad that the liberty bell is a replica (recently found out it isn’t, and that’s my bad). so beware of that lol! also of course the song ‘my love mine all mine,’ which i do personally try not to be annoying (disgruntled) when songs blow up on tiktok but when they took that song and fjm’s ‘i love you honeybear’ album i was whining about it to my sister for probably weeks. i hope you like these! i’m gonna send you an ask sometime soon and follow up, i’m sure! do you have any fave songs or artists you’ve been listening to lately that i should try?
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When Cleopatra welcomed Mark Antony to her bedroom, the floor was covered in a foot and a half of such petals. Did they use the floor, and make love in a swamp of soft, fragrant, shimmying petals? Or did they use the bed, as if they were on a raft floating in a scented ocean?
Cleopatra knew her guest. Few people have been as obsessed with roses as the ancient Romans. Roses were strewn at public ceremonies and banquets; rose water bubbled through the emperor’s fountains and the public baths surged with it; in the public amphitheaters, crowds sat under sun awnings steeped in rose perfume; rose petals were used as pillow stuffings; people wore garlands of roses in their hair; they ate rose pudding; their medicines, love potions, and aphrodisiacs all contained roses. No bacchanalia, the Romans’ official orgy, was complete without an excess of roses. They created a holiday, Rosalia, to formally consummate their passion for the flower. At one banquet, Nero had silver pipes installed under each plate, so that guests could be spritzed with scent between courses. They could admire a ceiling painted to resemble the celestial heavens, which would open up and shower them in a continuous rain of perfume and flowers. At another, he spent the equivalent of $160,000 just on roses—and one of his guests smothered to death under a shower of rose petals.
— Diane Ackerman, ‘Smell: Roses’ A Natural History of the Senses
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almost the pink girl world holiday (valentines). i can hardly contain myself