#griffe

[tina-aumont]

Teresita Montez in elegant day dress by Griffe, Vogue Paris, May 1951.

Photo by Arik Nêpo.

From 1950's Fashion/1950's Haute Couture facebook group

[voguefashion]

Model wearing a satin pale apricot evening dress by Griffe, photographed by Henry Clarke for American Vogue, November 1st, 1955.

[detournementsmineurs]

"Ensemble du Soir" de Jacques Griffe en tulle noir et applications de bandes de tulle blanc, écru et rose perle au motif noeud (circa 1948-50) et "Robe de Cocktail" de Jean Dessès en organza noir (circa 1958) présentés à l'exposition "Azzedine Alaïa , Couturier Collectionneur" au Palais Galliera, décembre 2023.

Photo ratée mais trop belle ^^)

[2t2r]

Le aye-aye, le plus étrange des primates

Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/le-aye-aye-le-plus-etrange-des-primates/

Le aye-aye, le plus étrange des primates

[francepittoresque]

LÉGENDE | Pierre qui croule, oratoire et Griffe du diable à Uchon ➽ https://bit.ly/3GGwuJr Au milieu du XIXe siècle, la « pierre qui croule » d’Uchon, galet de granit de huit mètres de large et de 2 mètres 30 de haut, pesant plus de 20 tonnes et situé à l’orée du bois d’Escrots, jouissait d’une propriété curieuse, celle d’osciller du nord au sud à la moindre pression. C’était mystérieux et divertissant

[tsuki-chibi]

Adrien AUG-reste Day 15 - Control

This story is part 5 of a series: a sequel to my Marinette March, Adrinette April, Marichat May, Ladrien June, and Ladynoir July stories; I highly recommend reading those first.

You can also read this story on AO3: Petrichor

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When Renard opened his eyes, it took him a few seconds to adjust after the brilliance of the portal. But he quickly found that they were standing in a small alleyway. He looked over at Lacorne, but she was already de-transforming so that she could feed Fluff and Kaalki. So he walked to the edge of the alley and peeked out to see what the street looked like.

Pretty much the same as their Paris, he discovered. Nothing seemed different to the naked eye. He stood there watching the quiet street until Lacorne, freshly transformed, came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I tried to bring us back as close as I could to the moment when I left. So Griffe and Chloé should still be in the park,” she said. “I don’t know how to contact them otherwise, so we should go.”

“Lead the way,” Renard said with a nod, and quickly fell into step behind her. She led the way back to a sheltered park. By that point, Renard’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he easily made out two figures sitting on a bench. His heart twisted when he saw all of the rose bushes, but he tried to ignore them.

“Griffe?” Lacorne said.

One of the figures jumped up. Renard swallowed a surprised gasp when he realized that it was another Chat Noir. It was surreal to see someone else who wasn’t him or Marinette wearing the Black Cat miraculous, and he wondered if this was how Lacorne had felt when she first met Coccinelle.

“Marinette, you’re back!” Griffe exclaimed, looking confused. “What happened? Did you forget something?”

Lacorne smiled. “No. I was able to do what I needed to. Thank you.” She held out her hand. The Ladybug miraculous was sitting in her palm.

The other figure stood up, and their hood fell back as they did. Renard wasn’t able to hide his gasp that time because it was indeed Chloé. Though she looked a little different from the Chloé that Renard knew, it was unmistakably her. She stepped closer and plucked the miraculous out of Lacorne’s hand, whisking it beneath the folds of her robe in the blink of an eye.

“I’m glad you kept your promise,” Chloé said primly. “I would have hated to have to go into the future just to kick your ass.”

“We all would have hated that,” Lacorne assured her. “Thank you for trusting me. My partner and I –” She indicated Renard. “We thank you both.”

“So the future is safe now?” Griffe asked, looking at Renard with just as much curiosity as Renard was looking at him with.

“Yes. Everything is under control,” Lacorne said softly. “But I’m afraid I wasn’t quite honest. I’m not from the future. I’m from another world. An alternate universe.”

“What?” Griffe exclaimed.

But it was Chloé who said, “I know.”

“Wait, what?” Griffe said again. “You knew?!”

Chloé sighed. “She had the Rabbit miraculous, Griffe. And the Horse miraculous. There is only one reason to use those two miraculous in conjunction.”

“If you knew, why didn’t you say something?” Lacorne said, looking shocked. “Why did you trust me? I lied to you!”

“You needed my help. As a guardian, I am bound to help those who need me,” Chloé said, folding her arms over her chest. “Besides that, I could tell that you were sincere. You asked for help instead of trying to force our hand. That alone makes a big difference.”

Griffe just stood there, staring at her. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

“I just did,” Chloé pointed out.

“I meant before she went off with the Ladybug miraculous!” Griffe said.

“What good would it have done? You would’ve given her the miraculous anyway,” said Chloé.

Griffe opened his mouth, clearly ready to protest – and then paused. He closed his mouth and frowned.

“That’s what I thought,” Chloé said.

“Well, uh, thank you very much,” Lacorne said awkwardly. “There’s just one more thing…”

“You’re not getting any more miraculous,” Chloé told her.

Lacorne smiled a little. “No, it’s nothing like that. I just wanted to know… are you Adrien Agreste?” She looked over at Griffe.

“Adrien?” Griffe repeated. He looked over at Chloé, who shrugged.

“Tell them if you want to. We’ll probably never see them again after this, so it doesn’t really matter,” she said.

Griffe nodded at that, turning back to Lacorne. “I’m afraid not. My name is Félix. Félix Agreste.”

[leonmarie]

blium,

criterium,

21x29,7cm

2020

marie léon

https://www.instagram.com/leon_evangelion/

[artdenoe]

Clawed look 

drawing Art de Noé