#French industrialization

[limbdolly]

L'ère industrielle: Métamorphoses du paysage: Dir. Éric Rohmer 1964 (Changing Landscape)

[totoochristianwolff]

MIAMI GP 2025: I love besties that can take harmless jabs @ each other 😂🥺

[allthecanadianpolitics]

The musical instrument industry is under threat in Quebec as the deadline to comply with the province’s language regulations under Bill 96 looms. The new rules will come into effect in just one month and Matt Coburn, the Quebec regional district manager of Long and McQuade’s, said he’s made every change possible. The retailer’s Quebec stores have new French signage, French product descriptions and French packaging – but it’s still not enough to satisfy Quebec’s law. He said English is the “universal language” of the music industry and getting manufacturers to comply with French labelling is impossible.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

This apt. isn't for sale, it's from one of my favorite magazines, "The Wealdon Times," from the UK. It's super cool, so I thought maybe you'd like to see it. The door opens to this time-worn looking living room. Love the velvet sofa and old box for a coffee table.

It belongs to Susan Wild, a fashion designer who brought her individual aesthetic to the adventurous renovation of an old office building in Faversham, UK, taking the aesthetic from an aging French chateau. (Would you believe that all of the radiators are reproductions?)

She gave the dining room a winter ski lodge feel, with plenty of bare wood, sheepskins, vintage skis and a sled.

The kitchen’s color scheme is gray, with the chrome and steel of the fridge and oven making it feel more industrial, but with an aged, vintage touch.

The industrial appliances are offset by a rustic kitchen table. “There’s nothing standard in here,” she says, “I’m not fond of fitted kitchens. It’s industrial, but mixed with old objects and French bits on the shelves – an eclectic mix of things.” 

It's a very large building with high ceilings. Susan stenciled the floors in this sitting room.

Susan’s experience as a clothes designer, her understanding of fabric and the ways it can be used have influenced her use of texture throughout the house. The new staircases look as if they have always been here.

This is her studio at the back of the house- it was once a holding cell when the building was a magistrate's court. Instead of having the floor tiled, she actually did this geometric pattern with a stencil.

 Her unique style extended to the finishes on the walls – using brushes, a plastering trowel and a mix of paints, to make the new plaster look aged. The antiqued patina brings an esoteric, timeworn atmosphere to the home.

The bathroom is very French. Look at the vintage zinc tub.

In her daughter's room she did a plaster effect over the brick on one wall and the mural on the window is of the New York City skyline, b/c she dreams of living in a NYC loft apartment.

This bedroom is uncluttered and serene, made to feel luxurious with velvet throws and textural, deep pile rugs.

https://priceless-magazines.com/interiors/the-mother-of-invention/

[ghostwarriorrrr]

[disease]

ACIDE SEDATIF 4/5 [APR 1987]

French zine with articles about Garçons Bouchers / Pigalle / Los Carayos, Cabaret Voltaire, Ludwig von 88, Trodskids, Test Dept., Exploited, Swans, Die Kreuzen, GG Allin, Psychic TV, The Cramps, Sewer Zombies, Coil, Nightmare Culture, Reseau d'Ombres, Scream, Unity, Golgomax, and Fatal Impact.

[arc-hus]

Fieffe Renovation, Bordeaux - LITTORAL

[pinkblanc]

Sarah Moon, Villandry no. 12, 1992

[harbingersecho]

countless days pass by immeasurably;

anniversaries gutter in the maelstrom

[germanpostwarmodern]

Garden Chair (1936-37) designed by Jacques André, made from acrylic glass and painted steel.

[vexic929]

Child in Time

Chapter 10

Warnings: none

Chapter 1: link

Previous chapter: link

Rathaway Industries shook violently, shattered glass raining down onto the pavement. Hartley aimed another blast at Rathaway Industries with his sonic gloves, opening a gaping hole in the glass walls. He'd heard the sirens approaching from the moment they'd left the station and turned at their crescendo to blast the windows and engine out, stopping one of the police cruisers in the middle of the street. Two others pulled up from the opposite direction.

"Get down on the ground!"

Hartley rolled his eyes at the officer yelling through the megaphone and shattered the window of the car door he'd hidden behind. A moment later, he was on the ground anyway, having been shoved backwards suddenly by the Flash himself.

"It's over, Rathaway."

Hartley grinned.

"You know my name. I know some names too," he drawled, tilting his head as he glared up at the speedster. "Cisco Ramon. Caitlin Snow. Harrison Wells. I can hear the radio waves emanating from your suit," he continued as he pushed himself to his feet. "About 1900 megahertz. Is that them on the other end, listening? Are they gonna hear you die?"

The Flash shook his head, looking as though Hartley was a mild annoyance. "No. They're gonna hear you get your ass kicked."

Hartley scoffed before blasting the speedster with both gauntlets, sending him flying backwards, crashing through the tall glass sign bearing the Rathaway Industries logo. Moments later, the Flash had zipped past him and was throwing seemingly anything he could reach - a police baton from an officer's belt, the baton from a different officer's belt, a rock next to the cruiser - at Hartley with frustratingly good accuracy. Hartley grimaced, shielding his head, only to feel his gauntlets ripped off a second later.

The Flash gripped Hartley's collar tightly, a cocky grin tugging at his lips. "Looks like you're not as smart as everyone says."

"Smart enough to have figured out who Harrison Wells really is," Hartley commented, relishing the way the confidence slipped off of the Flash's face. "You see, I know his secret."

—

The ride in the elevator to the Cortex was exceptionally awkward. Hartley surveyed the speedster next to him, giving him a slow, assessing look up and down through his glasses before scoffing.

"So you're his new chosen one," he commented, lifting his cuffed hands to examine his nails. "Nice suit. Did Harrison design it for you?"

"Cisco, actually."

Hartley hummed and faced the doors just as they opened.

"Being scooped up by a guy clad in head-to-toe leather is a long-time fantasy of mine, so thanks."

The Flash pushed him through and Hartley smirked in amusement, straightening with a relaxed sort of confidence that contrasted with the cuffs around his wrists as Cisco and Caitlin joined them near the elevator.

"Well, well, well, the gang's all here. You've lasted a lot longer than I would've thought, Cisco," Hartley commented though his expression dropped into a look of surprise as he glanced past them.

Eo stared back from his playpen in the medical bay with equally intense blue eyes.

Hartley let out a disbelieving laugh. "Did the explosion make all of you morons? Why the hell do you have an infant in S.T.A.R. Labs? That would have been stupid before it was a Class 4 hazardous location, now it's completely asinine."

"He's-" Caitlin began, shifting protectively towards the playpen.

"Ix-nay on the...uh, expanation-ay," Cisco interrupted through clenched teeth.

"And my respect dies a quiet death once more," Hartley said with a melodramatic sigh. "Honestly, Pig Latin?"

"Not trying to impress you, dude. Come on," Cisco said, rolling his eyes as he steered Hartley towards the hall with a shove that was maybe a bit rougher than necessary.

Hartley glanced once more over his shoulder. The baby didn't look away as he chewed on his empty bottle.

The hallway down to the Pipeline was cold. Not physically - the climate controls were perfectly calibrated, as always - but there was a certain sterile feeling in the air, a mechanical chill that clung to the walls like a film. Hartley walked with the languid confidence of someone who'd already prepared his monologue for trial, his bound hands no real impediment to his theatrical strut, his smirk crooked and practiced.

Behind him, Caitlin and Cisco kept a steady pace.

"I assume this is the part where you lock me in your dungeon lair," Hartley drawled. "A bit too La Belle et la Bête for my tastes."

"You blew up a building," Cisco said and Hartley rolled his eyes.

"I shattered the windows of two, actually, I'd hardly consider that blowing anything up."

Hartley continued when they remained stubbornly silent.

"You know this used to be a respectable place of progress. Now you've managed to turn it into a prison as well as a mausoleum. Fitting, really, Wells always was good at killing things. Potential, mostly."

They reached the empty cell - standard glass walls, reinforced steel. No furniture, no comfort. It was stark, humming faintly with the pulse of meta-dampening tech. Cisco opened the door.

"Inside," he said.

"What? No 'please'?" Hartley drawled, though he stepped inside regardless and turned around to face them. Caitlin removed the cuffs and Hartley stepped back, crossing his arms and examining the pair curiously as the doors shut. "So, the baby. Yours? The Flash's maybe? Or perhaps some new, unethical experiment of Harrison's?"

"He's none of your business, Hartley," Caitlin said curtly. Hartley's grin was wolfish.

"Noted."

Cisco glanced over at him with a frown from beside the panel controls.

"The scanner is detecting foreign metallic objects in your ears. Take 'em out." Cisco instructed, gesturing towards Hartley.

Hartley raised both eyebrows. "I can't. I suffered head trauma when S.T.A.R. Labs exploded, my ears were severely damaged. Without these I'm in pain you can't imagine." He said, pointing at his left ear for emphasis.

Cisco and Caitlin exchanged a look. Hartley took another step back, finally surveying the 'cell' he'd been locked in properly, and let out a short laugh when he realized what it really was.

"Very clever repurposing the anti-proton cavities into confinement cells," he commented. "Wells' idea, I'm sure."

Cisco looked momentarily smug. "Actually, it was mine." Caitlin nodded at Cisco with a smile of support.

"Cisquito," Hartley crooned in a mockingly sweet voice. "Sigue suplicando la aprobación de tu maestro."

"Si eres tan inteligente porque te encuentras en una aula," Cisco spat back.

"Hartley, don't make this more difficult than it has to be," Caitlin said and Hartley shot her a mock look of surprise.

"J'ai oublié. Tu n'aimes pas les émotions. Elles sont salissantes."

"Enough, Hartley." Wells interrupted, wheeling up from behind Cisco and Caitlin. He nodded to both of them. "Give us a minute."

"See you soon, Cisco!" Hartley called as Cisco and Caitlin made their way out of the Pipeline.

"Doubt it!" Cisco called back.

Upstairs, Barry was leaned back in a desk chair, listening to the conversation through the monitors as Eo snuggled in his arms, fast asleep.

"What do you think, buddy? is Cisco gonna punch Hartley before or after lunch?" Barry asked quietly.

Eo blew a raspberry in his sleep and Barry laughed.

"Yeah, me too."

Eo rolled slightly to get more comfortable and kicked out suddenly, accidentally muting the feed. Barry grimaced but didn’t move to fix it right away for fear of waking the baby. It didn't matter anyway, he thought, it wasn't like he could understand the languages they were speaking. Barry turned his attention to the baby, smiling faintly, and brushed a thumb across the sparse strawberry-blond fuzz on Eo's head.

"Must be nice," he murmured, watching the soft rise and fall of Eo's breath. "No idea how weird everything is right now. Just sleeping through it all."

Eo let out a soft, sleepy sigh and Barry resumed watching the monitor. Hartley was looking directly at the camera now. Uh oh.

Barry scrambled to turn the audio back on in hopes of catching most of whatever Hartley had been saying.

"...I only hope that he leaves you in better shape than he left me. If you're lucky, you'll only be dead. Because every day I have to live with the agonizing, piercing screaming in my ears." Hartley's voice rattled through the speakers and Barry grimaced, hoping whatever he'd said before wasn't too important.

"Oops..." Barry muttered, settling back in the chair again as Eo let out a grumpy noise and shoved his face into Barry's neck.

~~~~~

translations:

Sigue suplicando la aprobación de tu maestro - Still begging for your master's approval

Si eres tan inteligente porque te encuentras en una aula? - If you're so smart why are you in a cage?

J'ai oublié. Tu n'aimes pas les émotions. Elles sont salissantes. - I forgot. You dislike emotions. They're messy.

[risoria]

I’m so goddamn tired. I hate it here so fucking badly. I hate it here. It’s 2024. We know better and yet we are pushing these ads and these dogs everywhere, STILL - why do we as a society love animal cruelty so much?? I will never understand.

I’m going to be brutally honest - people are stupid. People will not open their phones to google for three minutes before buying an expensive dog, that lives for 15 years - and media affects people IMMENSELY. Remember how everyone and their mom got a husky (an extremely hard dog to keep, because they’re working sled dogs) after game of thrones? How every single child got a rat after ratattouille, and how most likely a lot of them were abandoned? This happens with frenchies and pugs as well because they are featured EVERYWHERE.

”Oh wow its so ugly i love it ;;” ”Oh it’s so cute I want one!!” No. Dogs who need surgery where you cut their nostrils open just to be able to breathe a /little/ better is not something you should want or support. Animal cruelty is not something you should want or support.

This is a chart for assessing stenotic (pinched) nares in brachycephalic dogs. The open nares seen here are not even actual normal nares - this is what they look like in non-brachy dogs.

There is no other way to say this: these dogs can’t breathe. That’s why they make noises like little pigs - they can’t actually get sufficient air into their lungs because their airways are so closed. They are partially suffocating - every single minute of every day.

Here’s the reasons why:

- the nostrils are closed. you can see how hard and panic-inducing it is to ”breathe” like that by pinchig your own nostrils for a little while. it’s very common to have surgery to cut the nostrils open - but even if it might help a little bit they’re only ONE reason why these dogs suffer

- the face is flattened - this is why the tongue cant actually fit in their mouths, which of course makes the tongue constantly dry and uncomfortable. they also have teeth problems because, again, the teeth literally cant fit in their mouths. they also can’t cool down the way dogs normally do by panting - because the area in their nasal cavity where this happens is extremely small. this, together with the breathing issue, makes them extremely prone to over-heating and dying as a result.

- their soft palates are, again, too big for their mouths and make the dogs’ airways more closed as a result. surgery to cut this soft tissue away is common.

- their laryngeal sacculis are often inverted - think of a pocket of your trousers that is turned inside out. these sacs are located in the back of the throat and further obstruct the airways

- laryngeal collapse is also not uncommon

- their tracheas are VERY thin. That’s why breeding for a different type of bulldog and pug etc is important and thats why ONLY opening the nares and lengthening the snout is not the answer - if the trachea is the dimension of a straw, they will still be unable to breathe properly - and you can’t assess this without image diagnostics, of course…

- because these dogs struggle to breathe and are prone to over-heating they can have trouble exercising and this easily get overweight. The extra fat will collect around the neck, amongst other places, and this can pinch the anatomy of the throat and airways of the neck even further

- some symptoms of BOAS (brachycephalic obstructive airway syndrome) that people find ~cute and unique include:

-> snoring loudly and snorting when breathing. This is because of the obstructed airways and means they struggle to breathe both while asleep and while exercising/walking

-> ”smiling” (pulling corners of the mouth up) and rolling the tip of the tongue is something seen when the dog is labouring to breathe

-> these dogs often find toys to keep in their mouths when they sleep - this is not normal, they do this deliberately because they can’t breathe.

-> these dogs are the ONLY dogs who will be happy about having a tube inserted into their trachea while undergoing surgery. Normally you remove this the second the dog starts to come to - because it is extremely uncomfortable having essentially a straw inside your airways - but for brachy dogs they enjoy being able to breathe fairly comfortably and they will sit fully awake with the tube for long periods of time. It’s heartbreaking.

PLEASE don’t get these dogs and please call out advertisements etc promoting them - because we all know that they are already extremely popular and that marketing sells even more of them. It’s downright evil, and it’s animal cruelty in the name of ~marketing. Yes of course there’s a lot of them in shelters needing adoption - BUT it’s very important to know what you’re getting into. A lot of these dogs DO need surgery to be able to breathe at least partially, and these are invasive and very expensive.

This was just off the top of my head but here’s a link with more info -> BOAS in dogs

[gael-garcia]

a european film will barely have to do any campaign and the oscars will nominate it bc they default to european movies anyway

[tilbageidanmark]

A NEW MANIFESTO NEEDS TO BE WRITTEN: The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles.

There are only 2,700 of them, and 8+ billion of us. The math is simple, and so is the solution.

A spectre is haunting the world — the spectre of extinction. All the powers of elites have entered into a holy alliance to accelerate this spectre: The billionaires and millionaires, the American hyper-capitalists and the Russian oligarchs, the military industrial complex and white supremacists. The old Nazis are the new fascists.

It's high time to start a new liberation movement, French Revolution 2.0. For the children's sake, for the future of this dying planet - and before it's too late.

#2700 billionaires

[ghostwarriorrrr]

[disease]

“PICASSO IN HIS STUDIO” BRASSAÏ // PARIS, 1939 [gelatin silver print | 11 5/8 × 8 7/16”]