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rosavaya, the garden of fruits & the precious jewels

Florentines rescuing a painting, as David watches over the Piazza della Signoria.

Over the night of November 4th to 5th, 1966, Florence flooded. The river Arno rose as high as 6.7 meters (about 22 feet) in some places, over 100 people were killed, and many paintings and documents were destroyed by the floodwaters. Young people, arriving from across the Continent, immediately began showing up to help. They became known to the Florentines as ‘gli angeli del fango,’ or ‘the Mud Angels’. The Mud Angels were not recruited, and they were not organized, but over the winter they cleaned mud out of the Basilica di Santa Croce, carried priceless paintings out of the Uffizi galleries and brought food and fresh water to the elderly Florentines trapped in their upper-floor apartments.

cafeleningrad

@museenkuss

#a faint trail of perfume #the beating heart of humanity #memories

xshayarsha

“The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.”

[ The opening lines of Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray. ]

#the rose garden #in my shadow your fragrance #oscar wilde #dorian gray #sarcomens #quotes

moishe-pipick

#vermillion #walter crane

federer7

Dancing Couple. Rio de Janeiro, Brasil. 1963

Photo: Frank Horvat

#this is the very ecstasy of love #memories

vehder

i miss u so much (pre ai internet)

melancoliedesames

#murano glass #garnet

petaltexturedskies

I came home. I enjoyed my bath. I enjoyed perfuming myself. I knew I was born for this, to do it over and over again, the ritual of the dressing, the perfuming for love, for sensuality. I enjoyed everything sensually.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947

#living deliciously #the perfumery #Anaïs Nin #quotes