Elie Saab | Fall-winter 2020/2021 Paris
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Elie Saab | Fall-winter 2020/2021 Paris
I am not born as yet, five minutes before my birth. I can still go back into my unbirth. Now it’s ten minutes before, now, it’s one hour before birth. I go back, I run into my minus life. I walk through my unbirth as in a tunnel with bizarre perspectives. Ten years before, a hundred and fifty years before, I walk, my steps thump, a fantastic journey through epochs in which there was no me. How long is my minus life, nonexistence so much resembles immortality. Here is Romanticism, where I could have been a spinster, Here is the Renaissance, where I would have been an ugly and unloved wife of an evil husband, The Middle Ages, where I would have carried water in a tavern. I walk still further, what an echo, my steps thump through my minus life, through the reverse of life. I reach Adam and Eve, nothing is seen anymore, it’s dark. Now my nonexistence dies already with the trite death of mathematical fiction. As trite as the death of my existence would have been had I been really born.
— ANNA “SWIR” ŚWIRSZCZYŃSKA, “Woman Unborn,” trans. Czesław Miłosz & Leonard Nathan.
meena kumari in sahib bibi aur ghulam (1962)
Richard Le Gallienne, “Summer Songs”
korina longin for richard tyler f/w 1997, beautiful
tenderherbs
Love between women as allegories in art throughout history
Italia grati alla Francia, ca. 1862. Vincenzo Vela. France receives a kiss from a liberated Italy, whose broken chains lie at her feet.
Italia und Germania, 1828. Johann Friedrich Overbeck. A friendship allegory that symbolizes the artistic ideals of the two, specifically the espousal of early-Renaissance Italian and German art, in the form of a pair of dark- and fair-haired maidens holding hands.
Allegoria della Giustizia e della Pace che si baciano, 1600s. Attributed to Ciro Ferri.
Carità e Giustizia, 1730s. Rosalba Carriera.
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The Statue of Cleopatra, Rome’s National Gallery of Modern Art.
Princess Taraknova, c. 1864, by Konstantin Flavitsky
Vanitas (2014) | Roberto Ferri
Always and Never (Death and the Maiden)
Pierre-Eugène-Emile Hébert
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Gothic Bat Hair Stick Clip, eternalliquid
It is always the heart’s desire that drives one insane.
— Shahrnush Parsipur, from "Women Without Men", trans. Faridoun Farrokh
Mutual fascination is always a risky business. Lacan suggests that it is the consequence of an imaginary identification in which the self strives to incorporate the other in an act as aggressive as it is loving. It is never clear who, snake or snake charmer, is mesmerized by whom.
Elizabeth Grosz, Jacques Lacan: A feminist introduction
something is sprouting inside my stomach but I have no idea what it is whether it's a flower or a weed
— Rene Karabash, from "She Who Remains", trans. Izadora Angel