#Guarneri

[splungecoyote]

Art attack of @arkadarp 's OC Guarneri!

[arkadarp]

it's Artfight season so that means it's time for the annual character ref update, newly featuring Ibis Wind, who was made for the Celostia character contest

[hellwegandcloutier]

An replica of Giuseppe Guarneri’s 1730 “Kreisler” violin, fitted with a mountain mahogany “Lady Blunt” tailpiece, “Alard” pegs, and a richlite Rippleboard

[audiovenue]

Sonus faber Guarneri G5 and Carbon stands have arrived. #auralic #magico #sonusfaber #sonusfaberhomage # #sonusfaberhomage2023 #sonusfaberguarneri #guarnerig5 #guarnerihomage #italianspeakers #guarneri #neohighend #hifisystem #hifilondon #hifiuk . @sonusfaberofficial . (at Audio Venue) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnjMbgtovX9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[arkadarp]

the boy!

Lil drawing for @arkadarp

I missed uploading this one opps

[thunderstruck9]

Riccardo Guarneri (Italian, 1933), A toni caldi [Warm Tones]. Oil on canvas, 95 x 95 cm.

[guarnerimauro]

[hildegard-von-bingen]

Like most technological breakthroughs, today's instrument is an evolutionary product. So far as we know, there were no violins in 1500. A century later, there were several types and probably thousands of specimens north and south of the Alps, and from England to Poland. A marvel of craftsmanship and acoustical engineering, the violin produced more sound than any stringed instrument to date. Almost immediately, composers, players and collectors liked what they heard and saw. Italian and non-Italian makers proliferated.

The conjunction of supply and demand led to the modern orchestra and chamber ensemble, and from there to the subscription concert, the living-room quartet and the middle-class conviction that nice children take violin lessons. By the mid-19th century, French and German makers turned out hundreds of thousands of instruments yearly. A generation later, exports from Markneukirchen, a Saxon town of 9,000, justified an American consulate there. By the early 20th century, Sears, Roebuck marketed mail-order violins, complete with bow, rosin and user's manual, at $13.95 and down.

Over the same period, a consensus emerged among the dealers, superstars and collectors who set the tone and prices at the upper end of the market. First, violins made before 1800 were more equal than those made afterward. Second, Italian violins were more equal than others. Third, violins made in Cremona were more equal than other Italian violins. Fourth, violins by Stradivari and Guarneri were the most equal of all. That consensus has prevailed almost unchallenged ever since.

How the Cremonese patriarchs might view today's market is, again, anyone's guess. As independent craftsmen, they sold to a largely local clientele, invested in real estate and worked hard to provide for their numerous heirs. Stradivari, an exception, was famous in his lifetime. Guarneri was hardly known beyond the city limits. His death in 1744, seven years after Stradivari's, effectively marks the end of classical Cremonese violin-making. Then, some half-century later, the superstar violinist Giovanni Battista Viotti did for Strads, and the legendary Nicolò Paganini did for Guarneris, what Michael Jordan would do for Nike.

When the Italian economy sagged, the French and British rich took to Italian violins as they took to classical statues, Dutch paintings and Persian rugs. In the 1880's, W. E. Hill followed the carriage trade to New Bond Street, London's most fashionable retail district. Over the next half-century, his sons Alfred, Arthur and William turned a respected family business into the Ritz of violin shops.

The Hills not only bought, sold, appraised and hunted down Old Masters but also created a lucrative sideline in repairing and restoring them. They manufactured instruments for the family trade as well as accessories, including rosin, strings and virtually indestructible cases. They commissioned and published the first standard monographs on the bellwether makers. Their clientele included concert performers, doctors, lawyers, professors, stockbrokers, clergymen, diplomats, military officers and, occasionally, members of the royal family. Inquiries and orders poured in from around the world.

As money and power moved, the market followed. By the end of the 19th century, it extended to Germany and the United States. After World War II and a generation of American hegemony, it again struck roots in Europe, then Japan and South Korea. With the collapse of the postwar dollar in the early 70's, demand for perhaps 5,000 to 7,000 credibly certified old Italian instruments went global.

Market standards range from ''decent, honest and fair'' to ''outrageous,'' according to the owner of one high-profile instrument, with years of experience in both violins and Wall Street. But they have rarely been called transparent. Prerequisites for the trade include a passion for the product, a data bank memory, the patience of a Zen master and the nerves of a riverboat gambler. Good connections, a good location, a generous credit line and an open-ended tolerance for air travel are standard operating equipment. A first-rate repair shop and an effective sales staff are essential, too.

Still, the endgame is in sight, says Robert Bein, a co-owner of the Chicago-based Bein & Fushi, one of the world's major firms. With even the biggest private collectors, let alone performers, finding it hard to keep up, the great Italian fiddles seem destined for public or institutional ownership, like the great Italian paintings before them. In the 1960's, a dozen or so shops dealt regularly in old Italian violins. Since then, the costs of doing business -- inventory, rent, staff, insurance and credit and legal fees as well as rarely acknowledged commissions to teachers and assorted middlemen -- have reduced their number to four or five.

[barstoolblues]

the andante from death and the maiden is probably my favorite classical piece and this is imo the best recording

[arkadarp]

doin' this thing again, and put a non-zero amount of effort into the profile card :)

https://artfight.net/~ArkaDarp

[icecrematorium]

Here's a couple more that I made

@samreich

[audiovenue]

Image taken in our Ealing store, year 2006. Full Naim system with Sonus faber Guarneri. PMC and Martin Logan in same shot. . . #naim #naimaudio #naimclassic #naimcd # #naimclassic #martinlogan #pmc #sonusfaber #naimsystem #guarneri #naimfraim #naimfraimlite #hifisystem #hifilondon . . @naimaudio . @sonusfaberofficial . (at Audio Venue) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnWVBkPoPrS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[quotesfrommyreading]

How the Cremonese patriarchs might view today's market is, again, anyone's guess. As independent craftsmen, they sold to a largely local clientele, invested in real estate and worked hard to provide for their numerous heirs. Stradivari, an exception, was famous in his lifetime. Guarneri was hardly known beyond the city limits. His death in 1744, seven years after Stradivari's, effectively marks the end of classical Cremonese violin-making. Then, some half-century later, the superstar violinist Giovanni Battista Viotti did for Strads, and the legendary Nicolò Paganini did for Guarneris, what Michael Jordan would do for Nike.

  —  Nearing Endgame in the Violin Trade?

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Happy Birthday, Maestro Antonio Paganini

With tears in my eyes im trying so hard not to miss the birthdays but im so busy sobs

Rated: Mature | Warnings: the reader is male and based on my oc

Antonio Paganini was born on October twenty-seventh in the year seven hundred twenty-five. You remember this day since you were four years old and mark it on your calendar.

Every morning, you begged the maid to help you bake a cupcake to celebrate the birthday of the world's greatest violinist! The maid seemed to not mind, but then again, she was paid to service the family, so… You made them match the color description in old newspapers. Every morning, the driver would take you to the park, where you would watch a free performance by a college orchestra playing a few of Paganini’s short pieces.

When you turned seven, your father bought you a puppy with dark brown fur, and dark brown eyes; obedient and well-trained. Your puppy was bought on Antonio's birthday but given the name Mozart (you did not want to be on the nose with naming the old girl). Your father rolled his eyes, not amused by the name. Your mother thought it was cute and helped you raise the puppy.

The puppy would accompany you until her passing.

When you celebrated the violinist's birthday again, now thirteen, your father gifted you a Stradivarius! Highly sought after and rumored to be one type of violin Antonio Paganini used— Then you told your father it was actually a Guarneri violin… He was very cross!

You played this violin when visiting where Antonio Paganini died, his final piece placed with practiced skill and minimal mistakes.

As you grew older, becoming part of the Royal Orchestra and the bane of your father's existence, you could no longer bake a cupcake or watch the college students perform or play a piece in his honor, you could at least honor him by raising to the challenge as first chair of the first stand! You pride yourself in your skill, talent, and undying passion.

Your passion however leads to this cursed manor— Though you found your glowing silver lining in man you have admired the moment his piece performed in a recording by the Royal Orchestra was played by your mother. You could not help not being too afraid of him, well, you are during matches but outside of them you are admired just as you were as a young child.

Which meant you had embarrassed yourself quite a few times (you wished not to bring up old unpleasant memories) Antonio is pleasant to speak to.

“Hmm?” He saw the cupcake brought to him by the peeper, a card next to it. The handwriting of his last name is all too familiar as Victor had been diligent in delivering letters between you and the Violinist (an idea given to you by the postman when you were drunk and pouring your heart out to the awkward man).

Happy birthday, Antonio. This is a bourbon chocolate cupcake. A taste with more to be had.

No surprise you know his birthday, it has become humorous as he knows your fascination with him is akin to one admiring Becker or the Kreiburg boy's father.

The cupcake is eaten with enjoyment, the demon voicing its usual nonsense before it took control for the match, Antonio at least got to enjoy the treat.

The card was taken with him before the match started.

During the match, the smell of your cologne on it, he could smell it as he walked around.

Antonio did not have it in him to put his full attention on hunting, the demon was annoyed by how the man's heart was “warm and fuzzy” though it no longer beats and he is no longer warm. It seems being in a good mood and thinking about the little cellist is not allowed.

The Violinist went friendly though the tendrils of hair did swipe at anyone who got too close to bother him. The taste of high-quality bourbon still lingers in his mouth, the chocolate sweet enough but not too overpowering, the flower cute strawberry an artistic touch.

The match ended quickly as the two decoders did their jobs and left immediately. The other two followed when Antonio had scared one (the thief is an annoying yapper when with the lawyer) enough with a music note.

A loss, he can let the demon have its fun later.

You were in the wine cellar, a spot the Violinist and yourself often meet in when there are no celebrations going on linking the hunters’ and survivors’ manor. There are key spots where those who work between the manors walk around, these spots are the only places linked between manors constantly.

Manor magical nonsense most call it and don't think about it.

You stand near the area where they prepare the bottles and glasses, a nice clean space, and two seats with a small table for idle chatter as the wine bottles are made. You wonder how Antonio or Joseph have not drunk this cellar dry yet… Maybe more manor magic nonsense.

Thin arms wrapping around your chest, a cheek rubbing on yours, and you already know he is bending over to be at your height to hug you from behind like this. His lips kiss behind your ear down to your neck causing the lovely sound of soft giggles.

You did not panic or jump because you heard this approaching the second the cellar door opened.

“Oh, so you want that sort of birthday gift?” Your hand reaches up to touch his other cheek as you turn your head slightly to kiss the corner of his lips.

“Hmm,” A chuckle from the taller man, “Was I misreading your words, (Name)?” Fingers lifting slowly the tucked-in shirt you are wearing.

“Not at all! I have a batch left of the— Haha, I'm joking!” Laughing as those thin long fingers started tickling your sides, “Mercy, haha!” Grabbing his wrists as he does not relent in toying with you. You squirm in his arms as you laugh more and louder the higher his hand goes up underneath your shirt. The sharp inhale of air, his and your body bent slightly forward, and your chest moving up and down from laughing and the lack of air.

You are quick to turn around in his arms, hands holding his face as your lips meet his, the tendrils of his hair keeping you both from falling forward. Antonio meets the kiss tenfold as one hand is on your lower back and the other on your thigh, you lift it as you invite him to place his leg between your legs. The wall is made of brick and you are going to feel the scraps from it later; later being so far away as you grind against the Violinist who is enjoying his birthday gift.

“You are overdressed.”

“And you should compliment my overdressed state. New suit.”

“Very lovely suit,” Unbuttoning your vest, “However, it would look more appealing on the floor.” Fortunately, the vest only has two buttons and the dress shirt is going to be torn open because unfortunately, the buttons are too many and too small for his patience.

“Then you best start unwrapping me, maestro.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, “Leave the ribbon.” There is a ribbon wrapped around your neck, bright purple, hard to miss.

“Of course.” Because every gift needs a ribbon announcing its importance.

The many times they have had their between the sheets, in secluded places during matches, and a few times playing footsies under the table while having dinner during autumn festival, it never ceases to lose the charm between them. The fun they have, the way for a moment they forget about the horrors of this place (and the devil within Antonio), they are just two men in love.

In love, celebrating a birthday in the wine cellar and soon to have no clothes on.

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Scientists create the thinnest lens on Earth, enabled by excitons

Lenses are used to bend and focus light. Normal lenses rely on their curved shape to achieve this effect, but physicists from the University of Amsterdam and Stanford University have made a flat lens of only three atoms thick that relies on quantum effects. This type of lens could be used in future augmented reality glasses. Curved-glass lenses work because light is refracted (bent) when it enters the glass, and again when it exits, making things appear larger or closer than they actually are. People have used curved lenses for more than two millennia to study the movements of distant planets and stars, to reveal tiny microorganisms, and to improve vision. Ludovico Guarneri, Thomas Bauer, and Jorik van de Groep of the University of Amsterdam, together with colleagues from Stanford University in California, took a different approach. Using a single layer of a unique material called tungsten disulfide (WS2 for short), they constructed a flat lens that is half a millimeter wide, but just 0.0000006 millimeters, or 0.6 nanometers, thick. This makes it the thinnest lens on Earth.

Read more.

[ilpianistasultetto]

- Pronto, Cup? Dovrei prendere un appuntamento per una visita dermatologica.

-Aspetti che controllo il primo appuntamento utile. Siamo al 22 Dicembre 2023 presso l'Ospedale Pertini..

- Pronto, clinica Guarneri? Dovrei prendere un appuntamento per una visita dermatologica.

- Aspetti che controllo la diaponibilita'. Le va bene domani alle 11,30? Il costo della visita e' 120 Euro.

- Va bene. Domani alle 11,30.. buongiorno.

Click..

Dico la verita'.. sul momento mi ero incavolato parecchio ma poi, pensando che questi miei soldi aiuteranno tutti quei commercianti, artigiani e professionisti sottoposti al "pizzo di Stato" che si apprestano a trascorrere le loro vacanze in quelle zone "anguste" della costa smeralda o in quei mari "inquinati" dei paesi caraibici, mi ha tranquillizzato non poco. Come credo si senta tranquilla la maggioranza dei cittadini, visti i grandi applausi a chi si sta spendendo per togliere a certe categorie il "pizzo di Stato".

@ilpianistasultetto