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just dutch x the met museum ♡ miffy and melanie in outfits inspired by the artwork of edgar degas

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10 women and 3 men in my section of the library

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word of the day: imbrication

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sir I cannot cope with “televisible” and “invisual” today be serious

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women in PHLEGM (poetry, history, language, english literature, ghost stories, music)

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Louise Bourgeois (French/American, 1911-2010), Les Fleurs, 2009. Gouache on paper, in twelve parts, each: 23 ½ x 18 in.

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someone reblogged this with a bad take trying to seem smart and misgendered joan didion multiple times. you cannot make this stuff up

"In the ‘60s one either believed that America was being greened or that America was being morally defoliated. You either believed that this was the dawning of the age of Aquarius or you believed that we were on the eve of destruction. I sometimes think that the most malignant aspect of the period was the extent to which everyone dealt exclusively in symbols. Certain artifacts were understood to denote something other than themselves, something supposedly abstract; some positive or negative moral value. And whether the artifact was positively or negatively charged depended not on any objective reality at all but on where you stood, where the polarization had thrown you. Marijuana was a symbol. Long hair was of course a symbol, and so was short hair. Natural foods were a symbol – rice, seaweed, raw milk, the whole litany. I found myself in situations during the late ‘60s where my refusal to give my baby unpasteurized milk was construed as evidence that I must be “on the other side.” Probably an undercover. In fact, it meant nothing except that I had grown up around farms and I had known children who got tuberculosis and brucellosis from drinking raw milk. But this was a period in which everything was understood to have some moral freight, some meaning beyond itself. And in fact, nothing did; that was the peculiarity of the decade. In a way it was very touching, this whole society so starved for meaning that it made totems out of meaningless artifacts. The whole country was like a cargo cult. But it was also very destructive. Because nothing meant what it was supposed to mean."

Joan Didion's 1975 Commencement Address at UC Riverside

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Oxford Bridge at Stowe Landscape Gardens

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(via CLAPHAM GEORGIAN COTTAGE - LISETTE VOÛTE)

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the light continues by Linda Gregg

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antique victorian chatelaine note pad 𖦹

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writing an email begging for an internship, this is so humiliating

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COMME des GARÇONS HOMME PLUS

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Most people are 26 years old

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soft toy, ca. 1902

toy rabbit called ‘tiny’, in an upright stance, printed cream velvet with brown spots; english?, ca.1902