Alexandre de Riquier, "Anyoranses." Museo Nacional d'Art de Catalunya.
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Alexandre de Riquier, "Anyoranses." Museo Nacional d'Art de Catalunya.
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Diamond Great Gatsby and Great Gatsby from Jack + G
Since the J. Paul Getty Museum launched its Open Content program back in 2013, we've been featuring their efforts to make their vast collect
They’ve released not just digitized works of art, but also a great many art history texts and art books in general. Just this week, they announced an expansion of access to their digital archive, in that they’ve made nearly 88,000 images free to download on their Open Content database under Creative Commons Zero (CC0). That means “you can copy, modify, distribute and perform the work, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission.”
88,000 new free images just dropped, to use however you like.
The Golden Key By Nettie M. Pease, 1871.
The Green Tulip & Ice Cream Corner restaurants in the Plaza Hotel, NYC, NY (1971)
Designed by Sally Dryden, AID of Chandler Cudlipp Associates
Scanned from the December 1971 issue of Interior Design magazine
I love that Victorian-style/Gay Nineties Revival ice cream parlor, they were so popular back then! Also of note is the Art Nouveau revival touches in the Green Tulip restaurant, particularly the stained glass entry, lighting, curtains, and 'gazebo' structures.
paul preciado “can the monster speak?” (2020)
[Medicine and the law of gender binarism portray the process of transsexuality as a narrow and dangerous path, a definitive, irreversible mutation, that can be achieved only in extreme conditions, such that few people, as few as possible, would be able to follow that path. I, however, would say that the path is easier and more pleasant than most of the experiences and experiments that the dominant discourse suggests are desirable and obligatory and which have been legitimized by medical and judicial institutions. In itself, gender transition is easier to accomplish than going to school every day at the same time throughout the long years of childhood and adolescence, easier than a faithful monogamous marriage, easier than pregnancy and childbirth, easier than starting a family, easier than finding a rewarding full-time job, easier than being happy in a consumer society, easier than growing old and being shut away in a retirement home. I would go so far as to say that, contrary to what is routinely claimed, the mutation process that accompanies gender transitioning is one of the most beautiful and joyous things that I have ever done in my life. All the things that are terrible and terrifying about transsexuality and gender transitioning are not found in the process of transition itself, but in the way in which the boundaries between the sexes punish and threaten to kill anyone who dares cross them. It is not gender transitioning that is horrifying and dangerous, but the regime of sexual difference.]
Down by the Riverside by Matt Kubitza
My Mother
by Frieda Hughes
They are killing her again. She said she did it One year in every ten, But they do it annually, or weekly, Some even do it daily, Carrying her death around in their heads And practising it. She saves them The trouble of their own; They can die through her Without ever making The decision. My buried mother Is up-dug for repeat performances.
Now they want to make a film For anyone lacking the ability To imagine the body, head in oven, Orphaning children. Then It can be rewound So they can watch her die Right from the beginning again.
The peanut eaters, entertained At my mother’s death, will go home, Each carrying their memory of her, Lifeless – a souvenir. Maybe they’ll buy the video.
Watching someone on TV Means all they have to do Is press ‘pause’ If they want to boil a kettle, While my mother holds her breath on screen To finish dying after tea. The filmmakers have collected The body parts, They want me to see. They require dressings to cover the joins And disguise the prosthetics In their remake of my mother. They want to use her poetry As stitching and sutures To give it credibility. They think I should love it – Having her back again, they think I should give them my mother’s words To fill the mouth of their monster, Their Sylvia Suicide Doll, Who will walk and talk And die at will, And die, and die And forever be dying.
The Jackal and the Serpent: A Rare Syncretic Anubis
Deep within the 2nd-century Catacombs of Kom El Shoqafa in Alexandria, Egypt, stands a fascinating example of ancient religious fusion: the anguipede Anubis (serpent-legged Anubis).
This striking relief perfectly embodies the melting pot of the Greco-Roman-Egyptian world. The traditional Egyptian jackal-headed god is depicted wearing Roman military armor and holding a spear, while his lower body transforms into coiling serpent tails. By merging Anubis with the Hellenistic protective serpent deity Agathos Daimon, this unique imagery represents a powerful hybrid sentinel—a cosmic guardian tasked with warding off evil and shielding the threshold of the tomb.
ALEXA DEMIE FOR i-D MAGAZINE SHOT BY PETRA COLLINS (2026)
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