#brassi

[redwinesupern0va]

Lesbian Couple at Le Monocle

Photographed by Brassi in 1932, Paris.

Accessed via AMCIA Library

[kafkasapartment]

Le 14 Juillet, Place De La Bastille, Paris, 1934. Brassaï, 1899-1984. Gelatin silver.

[hattibroski]

(Fanfic continues. Sorry that it’s short, I can’t type a lot.)

“Yes, I can ensure you the doorbell wor.............” Yakko’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as he stared at the 3. He carefully stepped out and walked over to Whimsy. He poked her nose. Whimsy covered it and blushed. “Hey!!! I’m not a doorbell!!” Yakko stepped back a little. “Hey Dot!! Can you come here?! I THINK Wakko put Haldol into my coffee again!!” Dot came out adjusting her flower. “No, this time it was Tegretol. It’ll wear off in an hour or so. Not sure what “off” is, but must be the latest fashion.” Dot looked at Hatti, Whimsy and Brassi an..... “HI! I’M DOT! Don’t call me Dotty, or I’ll hurt you and you’ll like it! Who are you?! Why do you look like us?! Oh, who cares, do you want my number or do you wanna move in?! I don’t mind, really, my bed is large enough for 2!” ...and she raced over to Brassi faster than I can tell the story. Geez! Brassi didn’t look surprised for long, because a grin spread over his face. “Huh, well I’m Brassi and I have to think about that....but probably not for long.” Both of them were just grinning at each other batting their eyelashes.

Yakko realized they weren’t hallucinations and he inhaled, getting ready to flirt with Whimsy, but she poked him in the chest with her index finger. “Since when do you live here?! How come I’ve never seen you before?! First of all, I’m Whimsy, nice to meet you.” Yakko shook her hand. “I’m Yakko, so lovely to meet you, too.” Hatti interrupted carefully. “Well, we have mostly stayed inside the bus and just recently moved here, so....”

“Guys, what’s going on out here...? I thought we were gonna play extreme Twister!” Wakko finally decided to make his presence. Hatti’s head turned from looking at Whimsy towards Wakko. Wakko looked back at her. Hatti felt her face getting oddly hot and tingly. Her heart started to race! And since there was no one else racing against it, it won!! Yes, it’s getting a trophy and lots of pictures taken and it won a trip into the throat!! .....hrm..... Anyway, Wakko felt weird and just blushed, waving over at her. It was indeed odd that he didn’t rush over to say ‘hi’.

Yakko noticed his brother standing there, waving at Hatti, maybe just 5 feet away from her. “They are real, they’re just strange and have an attitude, except for that guy.” He thumbed at Brassi. “I think him and Dot are planning their honeymoon. They already discussed the wedding.” “I know they’re real! If it was a dream there’d be cheese floating around and they’d turn into giant pasta, onion, ketchup and walnut sandwiches topped with raspberry jam! Also, I would’ve woken up by now......and I’m really glad I haven’t...” “First of all, maybe you shouldn’t eat weird things before bed and secondly, why haven’t you introduced yourself yet, I mean, she’s cute, right?” Wakko pulled his hat over his head. “C...cute?” Yakko blinked. “What’s up with you?!”

Hatti seemed to be stunned. Her vision had turned pink and she felt an overwhelming feeling of bliss. Whimsy was still poking Yakko’s chest, but looked at her siblings acting weird, then she turned back towards Yakko. She lowered her hand. “Well, it seems like you guys....” “...AND GIRL!!” Dot interrupted. “Heh.....and girl.....are pretty nice. Maybe I can get used to you.” Whimsy smiled. Yakko grinned. “Would not mind if you got more than just used to me.” He clicked his tongue and winked.

Whimsy felt herself blush. “I...I.....um.....” “Cat got yer tongue?” Yakko asked a bit concerned. Whimsy opened her mouth and pulled out a kitten, then threw it behind her. “Yup, aren’t they annoying? So hairy, too!” Yakko invited everyone in for tea. Whimsy tried to get Hatti to move, but she absolutely did not react. Brassi and Dot were talking about god and the world while walking into the water tower. “And I guess that’s how god created all animals.” Brassi explained. Dot nodded at him, holding onto his arm, swooning. “He should’ve used play-doh. Much softer, smells better and isn’t as cold.”

“Hatti... Hey, Hatti?” Whimsy waved her hand in front of Hatti’s face. “HATTI!!!” Hatti snapped out of it and turned bright red. “I.....I don’t know if I can handle this....” Whimsy looked from Hatti over at Wakko, who was mumbling unknown words from under his hat. She walked over to him. “Hrm, excuse me, but you are aware that you turned my sister into some kinda zombie, right?” Yakko grabbed Wakko and carried him inside like a surfboard. “I’ll just wait for you inside, cutie!”

Whimsy twitched and talked to herself. “I can’t believe he called me a cutie......” Hatti rubbed her arms. “Well, maybe because you’re cute?” “Yeah, I know, but I’m not even wearing something.....girly....” Whimsy looked at her hoodie. Hatti smiled. “Just means he’d like you no matter what!” Whimsy smiled lightly and got ready to go inside. “Hey, weren’t you like, almost not able to talk a second ago?” Hatti blushed again and her ears drooped. “OH! Right.......” She followed Whimsy inside.

They both spotted the others sitting around a table, with teacups in front of them that barely had anything in them. Whimsy laughed. “Man, you guys drink your tea fast.” Dot spoke up. “We haven’t even started! Everyone just asked for a SPOT of tea.” Whimsy sat down, next to Yakko. “Oh...” She looked at her teacup. “But all jokes aside here.....” Wakko jumped up! “OKAY!!” He rushed to the side and literally pushed a pile of funny sentences away. Whimsy continued. “I really love my tea, so, please, fill up this cup.” Yakko set the tea kettle down in front of her. “How about this?” Whimsy happily grabbed the kettle and drank from it.

Brassi looked at his sister in awe. “I believe he expected you to pour yourself a cup. You’re so silly sometimes, Whimsy..... You forgot to put honey in it.” “OH, RIGHT!!” Whimsy grabbed the honey and poured it all into the kettle. Yakko laughed. “Well, looks like we need to get more honey from the store. “I’LL GO!!” Wakko raised his hand high in the air. Yakko smiled at him. “We don’t need THAT much Honey, Wakko. Wakko pouted and looked the other way. He didn’t even notice he was sitting next to Hatti, who had buried her face in her arms. “AH! Well....guess I’ll just sit here......next to her.......which I’ve been doing......and not noticed.” Wakko turned red.

Hatti looked up and they stared at each other for a second before turning the other way. Brassi couldn’t help but laugh at his sister. “Yup, she sooo totally doesn’t like him. That’s why she does that, you see....” He looks over at Yakko. “Holy cow....” Yakko looked at a cow with wings and a halo. “...I really gotta milk you soon, your utters look like they’re gonna burst.” He turned towards Wakko and Hatti and smirked. “Come on you two! Introduce yourselves!”

Hatti and Wakko slowly turned around, swallowing. They grabbed each others hand to shake them, but instead sparks started flying. Li-ter-all-y. The others all ducked down. Wakko seemed to be a little bit braver, so he finally said.... “I’m Wakko.....” Hatti inhaled and squeaked. “I’m Hatti...”

[kafkasapartment]

Wet Street From Above, 1932. Brassaï. Vintage gelatin silver print

[hattibroski]

Fanfic time.

“Oh, hi there!”

On some sunny day, you could hear birds and junk, there was a lot of commotion going on in the refurbished “Partridge Family” bus on the movie lot. (It was in seriously bad shape.) What was going on in there....? Oh boy, looks like the Broskis moved in. By the way, this is not written badly, I’m supposed to tal....wait.....write like that on purpose. So, who are the Broskis? Well... An artist got bored one day and he like, thought it was a great idea to like, come up with 3 new Warners. O-Em-Gee, right? Of course they turned out to be just as crazy... So we have, Whimsy, who is quite a great artist, but she’ll kill you without her morning coffee. She normally wears her T-shirt with jacket and has a big tuft of hair with a blue streak that she’s proud of. Then there is Hatti, who apparently is the reason that the bus is shaking, by bouncing on the bed. She...well...well nothing, she’s an adorable weirdo and knows it. Her choice....pardon....the artist’s choice of clothing for her is a hot pink and white striped t-shirt and overalls. She lets one strap hang down, because she thinks she looks too geeky with both over her shoulders. And her hat... That hat stays on, no matter what she does, because of her bangs. She hates them. They are shaped like a mustache. She tried to cut them, but they grow back in seconds. And I’ll be going back to past tense in a bit, I’m sorry, I’m tense right NOW. Aaand, there is also Brassi. This guy knows how to sweep girls off their feet. Yes, there is always a lot of dust. He lets one ear hang low. (He’s cool like that.) And he has a low ponytail that hangs over one shoulder. His green t-shirt looks pretty awesome over his white long sleeved turtle neck. Looks like he is.....x’cuse me........was just sitting there, reading a book....upside down.

“You guys have no idea how bored I am...” Brassi dropped his book. “This book is also horrible, can’t understand a thing and they drew everything upside down. “No, it’s actually pretty good. You just have to hang upside down to read it!” Hatti stopped jumping and adjusted her hat. Brassi turned upside down and picked up the book. “Oooh! You’re right! The letters look much better, too.

“I DID IT!!” Whimsy suddenly yelled, making Brassi and Hatti jump. Brassi needs a prize, because jumping upside down is pretty hard. “I finally got the hands to look like hands!” She grinned proudly at her drawing. Hatti walked over and took a peek. “Yes, they are amazing...” Whimsy sounded excited. “Yeah, right?!” “But the thumbs are on the wrong side.” Hatti pointed at the hands. Whimsy’s happy expression turned into a frown....tears gathering in her eyes. Hatti gasped! “BRASSI, QUICK, THE COFFEE!! Brassi shrugged. “Sorry, but she drank it all. I really like the part where the ox turns into a garbage can by the way.” “Yeah, right? And they take it to the King and he just plain hurls! ... WAIT, NO, NO TIME TO TALK ABOUT BOOKS! GO....ER....RUN TO STARBUCKS AND GET A MACHA FRAPPUCCINO WITH MOCHA AND WHIPPED CREAM AND CHOCOLATE DRIZZLE!!! DO NOT FORGET THE CHOCOLATE DRIZZLE!!! ...oh, and can you get me one of those lemon loaf pieces?” Brassi got up and stretched. “Sure thing sis....” Then he zoomed off, screaming.

Whimsy was crying a lot and just sat there. “Why is it always so HARD?!” Hatti cleared her throat. “That’s what she said!” Whimsy looked up at Hatti with snot dripping out her nose. “I’m a horrible artist!!” Hatti hugged her sister. “There there.... Actually, do you know why people say ‘there there’ when someone cries?” Whimsy stopped crying. “No, I don’t. Wanna look it up later?” Hatti nodded. “Yesss!” Whimsy started crying again and Hatti pet her head.

Brassi burst through the doors of the bus with a drink, a small bag and a blow up dolphin. Hatti stared at him and the dolphin. He noticed the look on her face. “You don’t wanna know...” He handed Whimsy the drink and she drank it so fast, her head froze. Hatti took a small hammer and hit her on the head to break the ice. Still looking at Brassi, Hatti looked a bit annoyed. “What took you so long, a whole minute?” Brassi huffed a bit. “There was a long line. 2 people. And both wanted ice cubes!” Hatti facepalmed. “What is this world coming to?” “I never even saw it leave....” Brassi raised an eyebrow and scratched his chest.

Whimsy sighed happily. “That hit the spot.” “What did?” Hatti sounded curious. “Well, that.” Whimsy pointed over a target on the wall and some weird hammer hitting the middle of it. “ANYWAY, I feel much better guys, thanks! Why don’t we go out for once?” Hatti gasped. “You mean, out there? For longer than 5 seconds? NO running?” “NO running and for HOURS!” Whimsy smirked. “Also, I’m feeling kinda masculine right now, so...” She ran off for a second and came back wearing a different outfit, which made her look very boyish. ... What? You want me to describe it? Le-groan! Fine! It’s a purple zip up hoodie with a yellow star on it. She’s also wearing a blue beanie! Hrm....anyway.... They all left the bus together and decided to walk to the water tower. It seemed like a great place to look over everything.

When they reached it, Hatti stared up and blinked. “How are we gonna get up there?” Whimsy laughed and pulled an itty-bitty suitcase from her hoodie pocket. She set it down on the ground and opened it. Nothing happened. Hatti looked into it... “There’s nothing in there...” Whimsy waited patiently, looking at her nails, which makes no sense....since she wears gloves.... Suddenly a latter burst out and smacked Hatti in the face, sending her flying. She landed doing a pretty pirouette and fell over seeing stars. “What a lovely night. Is that Venus?”

Brassi picked her up and started carrying her on his back. “I don’t know, sis.... I’d rather get hammered than lattered.” They made their way up the latter and Hatti violently shook her head, then smiled wide. “Look at the view! Never seen something like this!!” Whimsy chuckled. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool! Imagine if you could live here!” She leaned back against the tower and heard a doorbell. Confused she turned around and saw a button. Even more confused, she started pushing it over and over...and over. Of course Brassi and Hatti had been staring for a while, also confused. They all jumped 6 feet back, or at least as many feet as they could, I’m bad with math. Also, it has nothing to do with Covid-19. Hrm.... Yakko Warner opened the door...

[whoandca]

Fatty sundays: nutella filled french toast. #😵 Domingos de gula: pan francés relleno de nutella. #brassi (en Brassi)