fashionsfromhistory:

Bedroom from the Sagredo Palace

c.1718

Italy

In design and workmanship, this bedroom, consisting of an antechamber with a bed alcove, is one of the finest of its period. The decoration is in stucco and carved wood. In the antechamber, fluted Corinthian pilasters support an entablature out of which fly amorini bearing garlands of flowers. Other amorini bear the gilded frame of a painting by Gasparo Diziani, depicting dawn triumphant over night. Above the entry to the alcove seven amorini frolic, holding a shield with the monogram of Zaccaria Sagredo. A paneled wood dado with a red-and-white marble base runs around the room. The unornamented portions of the walls are covered with seventeenth-century brocatelle. The bed alcove has its original marquetry floor. The stuccowork was probably done by Abondio Statio and Carpoforo Mazetti. The amorini are beautifully modeled and the arabesques of the doors are exquisitely executed. Everything in this bedroom forms a buoyant and joyful ensemble. (MET)

MET

shortcuttothestars:

I’m just prepared for winter all year long :P

shortcuttothestars:

I’m just prepared for winter all year long :P

witchchad:

ways to get me into bed 

1. have curly hair

2. wear a crown

thats it after that im so yours


Lunar Effect by BLACK EYED SUZY on Flickr.
drxgonfly:

Moonrise (by Carlos Gotay Martínez)
thefabulousweirdtrotters:

A RARE ART NOUVEAU “BUTTERFLIES AND BATS” POCKETWATCH, BY RENE LALIQUE Of gilt-finished jeweled lever movement, the openface pocketwatch of circular outline with blued-steel moon-style hands and applied black enameled Arabic numerals, against the gold ground accented by blue and white enameled fluttering butterflies, within a polished gold case, the reverse depicting numerous flying purplish blue enameled bats, with scattered moonstone accents, further embellished by a sculpted gold serpent bow, circa 1899-1900, with French export marks.

thefabulousweirdtrotters:

A RARE ART NOUVEAU “BUTTERFLIES AND BATS” POCKETWATCH, BY RENE LALIQUE 
Of gilt-finished jeweled lever movement, the openface pocketwatch of circular outline with blued-steel moon-style hands and applied black enameled Arabic numerals, against the gold ground accented by blue and white enameled fluttering butterflies, within a polished gold case, the reverse depicting numerous flying purplish blue enameled bats, with scattered moonstone accents, further embellished by a sculpted gold serpent bow, circa 1899-1900, with French export marks.

moon-sylph:

☽ ⁎ ˚ * ☀ Mystique, autumn, nature ✵ ⁎ * ☾
littlereddo:

captain nitori tho

littlereddo:

captain nitori tho

when did u realise u were french??
Anonymous

timeycub:

I didn’t suspect anything for the six first years of my life.

First thing I started noticing was how people wouldn’t stop speaking french around me like it was the only language they knew… Why would they do this? Did they want to sound sophisticated or something?? It pissed me off so much. And there was this croissant thing too!! I just kept on seeing them everywhere like it was normal breakfast food???

But I remember the day I really freaked out and realised what I was. It was on a sunday. When I woke up in the morning earlier than usual because I heard my dad coming home. He likes going for walks in the early morning. That’s his thing. What a weirdo. So, I went out of my room and proceeded to ask him where he’d been.

And he looked at me. He looked at me and -I KID YOU NOT- he just told me he’d went out to buy a baguette for breakfast. A baguette. Here he was, the holy procreator of nerds, a baguette under one arm, a smile on his face. Like he was fucking proud of himself or something. He couldn’t see what he’d done.

Suddenly everything made sense in my head. The blue, white and red flag I was seeing everywhere. The general grumpiness of everyone. The huge metal tower that looked a lot like the Eiffel Tower I kept on seeing on postcards in shops. The complaining. The obsession with wine. The weird smelly cheeses.

"Dad" I said in a shaky voice "are you… are we…"

How no one managed to speak english properly. How my grandparents had once eaten snails in front of me. The awful dubbing of the tv shows. The azerty keyboards. The crême brûlée.

"Are we french?" I asked, tears in my eyes.

He could have denied it. He could have changed the subject. He could have laughed and maybe -maybe- everything would have just gone back to normal.

"Am I french?" I said again.

He could have lied. But he didn’t. He answered in a slow, deep voice :

"Oui."

What if I started to insist for people to call me Howl in real life?
What if?
Though I am pretty content being called “my prince”, so…

miyuyoshida:

HaruTama’s Halloween nails(Click photo to make bigger)

miyuyoshida:

HaruTama’s Halloween nails

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socialjusticeares:

Is it a coincidence that “ace” means both “asexual” and “totally cool” I think not