A random blog of art, architecture, fashion, and things that generally make me feel more sophisitacted than I actually am.
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Some misty, medium/dark academic vibes. My own photos, not from Pinterest.
“I am a child with an old soul. I see magic in everything. But at the same time , everything tires me because I feel everything so very deeply.”
–Juansendizon
A few more photos from my visit this week to the Yale Art Gallery.
A little off topic but sorta not. I'm really itching to hit a Natural History museum in my best tweeds.
Silurian Reef, Denver Museum of Nature and Science
Absolutely perfect vibes
@mkvx
Now THAT’S a desk
Instagram credit: l_reads
Also current mood.
Current Mood
“I am a child with an old soul. I see magic in everything. But at the same time , everything tires me because I feel everything so very deeply.”
–Juansendizon
Probably my most favorite piece by Franz Marc
The Monkey, 1912, Franz Marc
Medium: oil,canvas
Harbour with sailing ships, 1937, Paul Klee
Medium: oil,canvas
TAORMINA E I SUOI FIORI
I fiori di Taormina ridono al sole dell’estate così come le donne di Taormina ridono alla vita, vedi gli uni e le altre risplendere nel caldo del giorno e nel vento tiepido della sera mentre ondeggiano donando profumi intensi alla notte per poter danzare nei sogni degli uomini, nei desideri rimasti sospesi nelle loro anime perse. I fiori di Taormina brillano nel caldo dell’estate così come i vestiti delle donne di Taormina, brillano sulle strette vie piene di turisti, resi nobili dai loro gesti lenti ed amabili. Vestiti di lino leggero o di cotone dai mille ricami perché il loro colore illumini le strade e porti gioia anche nell’ombra dei vicoli. I fiori di Taormina si cullano nelle brezze che scendono dai monti o salgono dal mare e accendono ogni vicolo del vecchio paese così come le donne di Taormina illuminano le strade e le case con la loro bellezza antica ed eterna.
The flowers of Taormina laugh in the summer sun just as the women of Taormina laugh at life, you see both of them shine in the heat of the day and in the warm wind of the evening as they sway giving intense scents at night to be able to dance in the dreams of men, in the desires suspended in their lost souls. The flowers of Taormina shine in the heat of summer as well as the clothes of the women of Taormina, shine on the narrow streets full of tourists, made noble by their slow and lovable gestures. Light linen or cotton clothes with a thousand embroideries so that their color illuminates the streets and brings joy even in the shadow of the alleys. The flowers of Taormina are lulled in the breezes that come down from the mountains or rise from the sea and light up every alley in the old town just as the women of Taormina illuminate the streets and houses with their ancient and eternal beauty.
Southern (Tunisian) gardens, 1919, Paul Klee
Rialto
Venice, 2018
