Raised on a diet of broken biscuits
I use this place as a trivial kind of commonplace book, to collect things which interest/edify/amuse or attract me, along with some journalish musings.
historicalfashion:lucette: Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Fredrick Burton, 1864
Oh, swoon. The story behind the painting.
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stellar-raven:
The Floor Scrapers (aka The Floor Strippers) [1875] by Gustave Caillebotte.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzg6bcI5PV1qad6aso1_500.jpg)
The Floor Scrapers (aka The Floor Strippers) [1875] by Gustave Caillebotte.
parkour motion reel on Vimeo (via Vimeo)
Amazing parkour flip-book animation video.
Even though Richard wore pink slippers and dentures, he was always clean shaven
The slippers kill me.
serena korda projects- library of secrets
The Library of Secrets is a mobile library conceived from the love of keeping and finding things amongst the pages of books. The Library of Secrets invites you to leave your thoughts, wisdoms and secrets amongst the pages of one or more of the 400 books in its collection. Peruse the shelves for your favourite 19th or 20th century classic or maybe just rummage through the books to find other peoples secrets.
The most beautiful and original mobile library.
via www.goldsworthy.cc.gla.ac.uk
Woven branch circular arch
Langholm, Dumfriesshire
April 1986
Andy Goldsworthy
Fine Art: works in the Fine Art collection
Head of a Wounded Soldier by Henry Tonks
Between 1916 and 1917 Tonks worked at Harold Gillies’ plastic surgery unit which treated soldiers who had suffered facial injuries in combat. His primary role was to provide diagrams of surgery both to plan and to record the operations that Gillies performed. Whilst working at Sidcup Tonks also drew a remarkable series of pastel portraits of the injured men, recording their appearance before and after surgery.
Phil loves art (via id-iom)
The Edwardians: Secrets and Desires | Henry TONKS | The pearl necklace
Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress
Bids me wear them, warm then, until evening
When I’ll brush her hair. At six, I place them
Round her cool, white throat. All day I think of her…
from Warming her pearls - Carol Ann Duffy
