Still one of my favorite runway shows.
Alexander McQueen Spring/ Summer 2005
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My favorite GOT ship:
Just look at them!
They are so adorable!
This needs to happen. Like now.
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Anselm Feuerbach - (self)portraits - 19th century
Anselm Feuerbach (12 September 1829 – 4 January 1880) was a German painter. He was the leading classicist painter of the German 19th-century school.
Feuerbach was born at Speyer, the son of the well-known archaeologist Joseph Anselm Feuerbach and the grandson of the legal scholar Paul Johann Anselm Ritter von Feuerbach.
After having passed through the art schools of Düsseldorf and Munich, he went to Antwerp and subsequently to Paris, where he benefited by the teaching of Couture, and produced his first masterpiece, Hafiz at the Fountain in 1852. He subsequently worked at Karlsruhe, and then Venice. In Venice, he fell under the spell of the greatest school of colourists, and several of his work demonstrate a close study of the Italian masters. He then proceeded to Rome and then Vienna.
In Vienna, he associated with Johannes Brahms. In 1873, he became professor in the Vienna Academy, but disappointed with the reception given in Vienna to his design of The Fall of the Titans for the ceiling of the new Artists’ House Museum, he went to live in Venice, where he died in 1880. After his death, Brahms composed Nänie, a piece for chorus and orchestra, in his memory.
He is associated with the Düsseldorf school of painting.
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“I’m the simplest man you’ll ever meet.”
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The North Remembers
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Story time, bear with me.
Last night I was sitting on the floor in Jack’s living room drawing while he packed his apartment. He found one of his lab notebooks from undergrad at MIT, and he’s like, “I’m going to throw this away.”
I can’t say what ANY of it meant, because physics and because nuclear engineering. But as I was looking through it I was like, you didn’t use half of the pages!
And he’s like, “Do you want it?” So I start drawing lettering in it real quick, in this notebook he hadn’t touched in five years. And he looks over and he’s like, “How did you DO that? I can’t imagine ever being able to do that!”
And I thought that was funny, because I was in awe of this book of handwritten notes, of problems solved that will never make sense to me, and supposedly what I was doing was unbelievable. We’re all different like that, huh?
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DID I JUST GET WINKED AT
BY A KOALA*winks back*
most action i’ve had in months
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