#Rie(from Paris)

[misakomatsumoto]

バルミュゼット巴里東京ありがとうございました😊

素晴らしい時間、フランス🇫🇷からパリバルも最高でした❤️

[mybeingthere]

The Pioneering Pottery of Lucie Rie

by Robin Cawdron-Stewart.

"Very few people in this country think of the making of pottery as an art" – so wrote Bernard Leach in May 1940. Yet the pottery that Leach wrote of – with "its own language and inherent laws"- had a presence within the broader British Arts scene since the beginning of the century through the likes of the Omega Workshops and the Seven & Five Society.

Today ceramics are held in equal esteem to the mediums of painting and sculpture, and clay celebrated for its great breadth and versatility. And whilst no single potter alone can be credited with this great accomplishment, the work of Lucie Rie has done much to promote studio ceramics, presenting them to a truly global audience.

Born in Vienna in 1902, Rie grew up in an environment steeped in the style and elegance of Viennese Modernism and enrolled at the Vienna Kumstgewerbeschule in 1922 where she learnt to throw. It was also whilst a student that she began to develop her in-depth scientific understanding and fascination with glazes – something which stayed with her throughout her life. Rie established a name for herself on the continent, winning prizes for her work at the International Exhibition in Paris in 1937 but following the Anschluss and the union of Austria with Nazi Germany she fled Vienna and, together with her husband, arrived in London.

The Britain that Rie arrived into was a world away from Vienna, both socially and in terms of the artistic environment and the ceramic scene. British studio pottery was dominated by the work and writings of Bernard Leach, who looked back to the historic craft tradition or further afield to the Japanese aesthetic. Rie grappled with this very alien approach, and despite her efforts, could not divorce herself from the European and Modernist ideals that she had learned on the continent."

Continue https://www.sothebys.com/.../art.../lucie-rie-pioneer-potter

[theoutcastrogue]

Ballade of the Hanged Men

According to legend, François Villon wrote his iconic Ballade des pendus ("Ballad of the Hanged", c.1489) in prison, waiting for his own execution. Not true. Fittingly for a rogue, Villon disappeared from Paris and from history, and his ultimate fate will forever remain unknown.

This 2013 translation by David Georgi does not retain the poem's rhyme, but I think it perfectly captures the mood. Original Middle French after the cut, for modern French spelling and a literal English translation see wikipedia.

Brothers, humans, who live on after us, don’t harden your hearts and turn away, for if you take pity on wretches like us, the sooner will God have mercy on you. You see us strung up here, five, six in a row; as for our flesh, which we nourished too well, it has fallen away, devoured or rotted, and we, the bones, will soon be ash and dust. Let no one mock at our pitiful state, but pray to God that he absolve us all.

If we dare to call you brother, do not disdain us, though the law saw fit to kill us in the name of justice; for you know not all are blessed alike with sense and reason. Therefore go with quiet heart and intercede for us with the Son of the Virgin Mary; ask that his grace toward us may not run dry and let him save us from the firestorms of hell. We are dead; let no one harm us further, but pray to God that he absolve us all.

The rain has soaked us through and washed us clean and the sun has dried and blackened us. Magpies and crows have cored out our eyes, trimmed our beards and plucked our eyebrows. We never get a moment to rest: this way and that as the wind shifts direction, it swings us at its whim continually, more needled by birds than a darning thimble. No, ours is a club you should not rush to join, but pray to God that he absolve us all.

Jesus, our Prince, who reigns over us all, let hell have no hold over us sinners, let us owe it no debt or allegiance. Fellow men, don’t laugh at our fate, but pray to God that he absolve us all.

Ballade des pendus

Freres humains qui aprés nous vivez, N’ayez les cueurs contre nous endurciz, Car se pitié de nous povres avez, Dieu en aura plus tost de vous mercis. Vous nous voiez cy atachés, cinq, six; Quant de la chair, que trop avons nourrie, Elle est pieça, devoree et pourrie, Et nous, les os, devenons scendre et pouldre. De nostre mal personne ne s’en rie, Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre.

Se vous clamons freres, pas n’en devez Avoir desdain, quoy que fusmes occis Par justice; toutesfoiz vous savez Que tous hommes n’ont pas bon sens rassis. Intercedez doncques de cueur assis, Envers le filz de la Vierge Marie, Que sa grace pour nous ne soit tarie, Nous preservant de l’infernale fouldre. Nous sommes mors, ame ne nous harie, Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre.

La pluye nous a debuez et lavez Et le souleil decechez et noirciz. Pies, corbeaux nous ont les yeulx cavez Et araché la barbe et les sourcilz. Jamais nul temps nous ne sommez assis: Puis ça, puis la, comme le vent varie, A son plaisir sans cesse nous charie, Plus becquetés d’oiseaux que dez a couldre. Ne soiez donc de nostre confrairie, Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre.

Prince Jhesus, qui sur tous a maistrie Garde qu’enfer de nous n’ait seigneurie; A luy n’ayons que faire ne que souldre! Hommes, ycy n’a point de mocquerie, Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre.

@tuulikki

[s-n-d-p-h-n]

MIM I PARE NT

Mimi (Marie) Parent was born in Quebec, Canada. Between 1942 and 1947 she studied painting at the Ecole des Beau Arts Montréal. There she met he r future husband Jean Benoît the surre alist sculptor. Dis illusioned with the conservative nature of the Canadian culture of that time, she and her husband moved to Paris in 1948. There she created collages, assemblag es, inlays, embroidery and objects. They came to know Andre Breton and part icipated in the surrealist a ctivities until the diss olution of the Paris Surrealist group a few years after the death of Breton. She took part in the exposition EROS, which was held from December 1959 to Feb. ruary. For EROS, Mimi Parent designed the Crypt of fetishism, together with boxes of black fur in which images of Breton and Meret Oppenheim were placed.

She also collaborated with Jean Ben oît to create a theatrical event of the Execution of the will of the Marquis de Sade. Dressed in costumes, carrying accessories which symbolize Eros and Thanatos, Benoît appeared with red iron letters 'SADE' on his chest. This ceremony established Mimi Parent and Jean Benoît at the cen ter of the Parisian surrealist group. She was par ticularly drawn to create shadow - boxes, shallow frames wit hin which she created a paintin g and then laid o n top various elements in relief. In these boxes, Parent would include figure s and elements rela ting to myth ology, folklore, and her imagination . Parent often incorporated materials such as human hair in her art objects . From 1960 onwards she was involved in many international exhibitions. She had many solo exhibitions throughout her life (Gale rie André-Francois Petit, Paris, 1984; Muse um Bochum, 1984; Noyers-sur-Serein, 1992) and was active as a n artist until the end of her days.

(https://surrealism.website/Mimi%20Parent.html)

" A review by Régis Tremblay of the 2004 retro spective exhibition of Parent and Benoît's work, held in Montreal, observes that: "Even if their work is always s trange, or worrying, Mimi Parent and Jean Benoît have a light ness, a laughing humour and a youth rare for the octogenarians that th ey are."

Marie "Mimi" Parent: born Mon treal, Canada, 8 Septe mber 1924; Married Jean Benoît, 1948; died Switzerla nd, 14 June 2005. "

(by Marcus Williamson)

[jimhair]

If you are near Oxford, there is an exhibition of ceramics by Lucie Rie until January 7 @oxfordceramicsgallery I’ve always admired the ceramics made by Lucie Rie and on my first trip to England and Wales in 1987 I stopped by her home and studio at Albion Mews. In 1937 Lucie’s ceramics won a silver medal at the Paris International Exhibition (the exhibition for which Pablo Picasso painted Guernica) but when she left Vienna in 1938 to escape the Nazis and live in London, her work wasn’t accepted. At the time Bernard Leach and the folk pottery esthetic dominated sales so Lucie supported herself by making ceramic buttons. When I visited, my five year old daughter was allowed to pick a button as a gift. Some of her buttons are now on display at the Victoria and Albert Museum, and the others she bequeathed to her close friend the Japanese designer Issey Miyake. I asked when her personal ceramics became successful, and as she poured me a strong cup of coffee from a beautiful pot given to her by Bernard Leach, she said that once he promoted her work, she didn’t need to make buttons anymore. Lucie Rie, Albion Mews, June 1987 🇺🇦💔🌎💔🌏💔🌍💔🇺🇦 #earth #human #london #1987 #dame #lucierie #british #potter #holocaust #shoah #documentary #artist #portrait #pottery #hasselblad #120 @kodak #ektachrome #transparency #film #photography #filmisnotdead #istillshootfilm #filmisalive #fromwhereistand #pdx #portland #nw #northwest #leftcoast #oregon @hasselblad @hasselbladfilmgallery https://www.instagram.com/p/Clgnb_0L28j/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nnjzz]

SHAKEEB ABU HAMDAN & SHOLTO DOBIE + SYDNAY KOKENDOVITCH aka SLAYLOR MOON + JOACHIM MONTESSUIS + STRIE

JEUDI 16.11

SHAKEEB ABU HAMDAN & SHOLTO DOBIE lb / uk SYDNEY KOKENDOVITCH aka SLAYLOR MOON / ca JOACHIM MONTESSUIS / fr STRIE / fr aux NAUTES 1 Quai des Célestins 75004 M° Sully-Morland

20:00 portes

20:45 action

P.A.F. 6€

SHAKEEB ABU HAMDAN & SHOLTO DOBIE lb / uk Sholto Dobie est écossais, vit et travaille à Vilnius mais surtout voyage beaucoup avec ses performances et installations sonores - " intuitives, délicates, évocatrices et absurdes". Il utilise tout ce qui lui tombe sous la main, bricole ses propres instruments, des orgues ou cornemuses approximatives, notamment, assemblés grossièrement à partir de matériaux divers tels que des anches, des sifflets, des sacs poubelles, des ventilateurs ou des compresseurs d'air, pour s'adapter aux lieux, aux corps et aux situations dans lesquels il se trouve.

Il a présenté des performances au Berwick Film & Media Arts Festival, au Café OTO, au Glasgow International, au Scottish Sculpture Workshop, au C.N.E.A.I, Paris et au CCA, à Glasgow.  Il travaille régulièrement avec Ben Pritchard et Lia Mazzari, et a collaboré avec entre autres,  Rie Nakajima, Ashley Paul, Judith Hamann, Antonina Nowacka, Lucia Nimcova, Marja Ahti & Nico Mahti Athi, Malvern Brume, , Alvaro Daguer, Billy Steiger, Ivor Kallin, Mark Harwood, . Il dirige également la série d'événements Muckle Mouth qu'il a fondée en 2014. Shakeeb Abu Hamdan est un artiste et musicien vivant à Beyrouth, au Liban. Ses enregistrements sonores et ses performances live s’articulent autour de l’utilisation de tambours, de métaux collectés, de cloches et de cymbales qu’il augmente et amplifie avec des transducteurs de surface, des microphones, des effets de modulation de hauteur et de rythme, des mégaphones en boucle bon marché et d’autres appareils électroniques lo-tech. Un équilibre précaire entre les sons acoustiques et amplifiés.

 Il a également travaillé sur la conception sonore et la musique pour les performances et les films.

 Son travail visuel prend la forme de publications et d'installations d'impression/dessin dans lesquelles il utilise des systèmes d'images et des textes trouvés aux côtés de ses propres écrits et dessins pour examiner les façons étranges dont le récit historique est construit.

Son livre A Life Like Mine, That's Impossible a été publié par Samandal Comics en 2021.  

https://davidfpresents.com/2023/01/28/sholto-dobie/

SYDNEY KOKENDOVITCH aka SLAYLOR MOON / ca

" Experimental electronics from a gay ex-neuroscientist "  Artiste et musicienne multidisciplinaire, elle partage son temps entre Strasbourg, Paris, Leeds et Calgary (au Canada ) .

Neuroscientifique de formation, son travail s'inspire des thèmes de la détection de formes, du signal/bruit, de l'optique et de la phénoménologie. Elle défend la neurodiversité et la représentation/expression queer dans les arts. Ses projets musicaux sont très divers et incluent l'électronique abstraite, la musique de danse expérimentale et la no wave. " {  ( Elle fit notamment partie du trio indie The Courtneys ou du combo " expé-punk " SHEARING PINX… et nous l'avons déjà accueillie avec son projet cut-up électroniqueTWO FORM A CLICK formé avec Lurch / Gretchen ( PETRONN SPHENE ) . ) ] }

JOACHIM MONTESSUIS / fr Attention : nouvel avatar déjà testé lors d'un confidentiel concert d'appartement récent et au Chair de Poule. Guitare, moult effets pour une chevauchée psych-folk-noisy pastorale et embrumée / embuée du plus bel effet. Projet nouveau - tellement nouveau que pour l'instant aucun lien internautique ne serait disponible...  " Guitare possédée et canalisation d’entités UHF. " Figure obscure du panorama poético-bruitiste français, a choisi l’exil et la rareté pour mieux contextualiser ses actions.

https://erratum.org/

STRIE / fr Augustin Bette | batterie Alexandre du Closel | cadre de piano

Le duo pour batterie et cadre de piano STRIE interprète une musique dépouillée, suite de miniatures répétitives où il n'y a de développement qu’involontaire, produit par la perfectibilité de gestes contraints. Le choix de ces contraintes constitue la composition.

Fly - Jo L'Indien 

[pannozzi]

"Greetings from Gilbert" from fredseibert on Vimeo.

Starring Gilbert Gottfried Directed by Thomas Schlamme

Executive Producers: Alan Goodman & Fred Seibert Producer: Albie Hecht

Associate Producer: Jeffrey Alan Beer

Production design: Robert Small Lighting designer: Randy Nordstrom

Art director: David George for RSE Set supervisor: Jim Burns

Camera operators: Manny Gutierrez Juan Barrera John Feher Jim Scurti For The Camera Group

Technical director: John Fortenberry Assistant director: Jeffrey Alan Beer Stage manager: Juli Pari Production coordinator: Rie Koko Post production supervisor: M.B. Hagner

Audio: Randy Ezratty for Effanel Music Show open camera operator: John Hazard Show open audio: Larry Nelson

Make-up: Fran Kolar Wardrobe: Julie Anderson

Still photographer: Elena Seibert

Stagehands: Richie Tattersall Eddie Giffenkranz Chris Fedigan Michael Yoscary Alan Stieb

Videotape editor: John Fortenberry Graphic artist: Sharon Haskel

Audio post production: Ken Hahn/Sync Sound

Fred/Alan Production Manager: Steve Shepard Assistant to the producers: Daria McLean Jessica Wolf

Production assistants: Emily Wolfe Chris Stand Kew Yao Agyapon Hyra Goldberg Jeffrey Dinces

Production interns: Nick Avrameas Jeff Samet Maria Tecson Wendy Loeser Janet Gutyan

Video Remote Facilities: Rebo Associates Lighting Equipment: See-Factor Video post production: Broadway Video

American Place Theatre: Joanna Vedders Alfred Miller Bob Katz

House audio: Peggy Freitag Trailer design: Chris Barreca

Special Thanks: Lucy Aceto Wm. Morris Agency Scott Blakeman Billy McDonough IA Local One Caroline Hirsch Campbell McLaren Peggy Reed Michael Dugan Barbara Kanowitz Judith Mcgrath

Management: Ellis/Simone Management

Live Show Produced in Association with Caroline’s

A PRODUCTION OF FRED/ALAN INC. & SCHLAMME PROD. INC.

[blueiscoool]

Lucie Rie Footed Bowl

Circa 1980s. Porcelain with emerald green glaze and a manganese rim. With the artist's cypher. 3 in. (7.6 cm) high. 6½ in. (16.5 cm) diameter.

Dame Lucie Rie emigrated from Vienna in 1938 and settled in London, England where over the following four decades she became a principal figure in the burgeoning postwar studio pottery movement. Born in 1902, Rie developed the foundations of her ceramic techniques while attending the Vienna School of Applied Arts in the 1920s. Influenced by the Wiener Werkstätte, her ceramics were modernist, refined and minimal. Before emigrating to London due to the annexation of Austria into Nazi Germany, Rie had established herself on the international stage, winning medals and acclaim from her peers, through exhibitions such as the 1925 International Exhibition of Modern Decorative and Industrial Arts and the International Exposition of Art and Technology in 1937, both in Paris. It was after WWII, in London, where Rie really flourished and her work challenged the male-dominated postwar world of studio craft.

The present two Footed Bowls reflect Rie’s masterful combination of modernist aesthetic and innovative decorative techniques. Unlike most of her contemporaries, Rie used the process of raw glazing where she would layer multiple glazes over a dried vessel before firing only once. Often in combination with the technique of sgraffito, the act of scratching or incising hardened clay, she was able to create intricate patterns that were beautiful and organic. The present example is a true masterpiece, with a mesmerizingly beautiful emerald green glaze combined with Rie’s signature technique of coating the rim of the vessel with shiny manganese glaze that is fired to appear as though it remains liquid and is dripping.

In the previous lot, Rie combined a unique upright form with alternating horizontal bands of manganese glazing and sgraffito, the act of scratching or incising hardened clay. The vessel’s manganese glaze shimmers a rich golden hue, highlighting each band of geometric sgraffito which cuts through a more subdued reddish umber glaze to expose the clay underneath. The combination of intricate, organic, hand-made decorative elements with the refined, delicate and modernist lines of this vessel showcase the desirable qualities that made Rie’s work stand out from her studio pottery movement contemporaries.

[spooky-z]

Mom? Dad? Chaos.

First, I would like to thank you all! Really. And I'm not talking about the followers (which reached the 500), no. I'm talking about your reception for my stories. You guys are awesome!

Second, Marinette is a little... dark in this story. Maybe because she fought Hawkmoth for a long time or Batfam influence, I don't know. She defends herself and defends her friends against Lila. So, don't be surprised, please.

(finally managing to edit the post f- u tumblr) 6K of salt, sailors.

Lightly based on Wayne Travelers by @multishipper1needshalp​​ Maribat by @ozmav​​

The day had started normal.

Marinette getting up late for class and getting ready in a hurry while Tikki helped the girl as best she could, her parents setting the table for breakfast together and Damian sitting, waiting for his girlfriend to go to school together. Adrien still asleep after staying up all night with Jonathan on the phone.

That had become Marinette's morning routine for the past two years, with Damian going to Paris to study economics with the best education that money could afford and her finishing high school in Dupont with Adrien.

And as said before, the day had started normal.

They ate breakfast with her parents, Marinette kicking Adrien out of bed and walked together to Dupont's entrance, where their paths parted.

She had kissed Damian good-bye and he whispered a “see you later” before getting in the car parked on the sidewalk. The driver politely waving to Marinette.

Adrien grimacing in the background, like a child watching his parents kiss.

It had been normal the way the class wrinkled their noses as she passed them; how everyone was in their proper place when Lila began to tell the latest nonsense lie; when Adrien came right behind her and was forced to sit next to the Italian (face completely twisted in pained expression); Chloe walking to the back of the room and placing a tender kiss on Marinette's cheek before sitting next to her; the two whispering the news to each other while Adrien sent a wistful look to his friends; their kwamis together in the boy's bag (since it was the largest of the three there).

Ms. Bustier leaving and leaving them with free time to do whatever they want.

This was normal. This was the routine after Hawkmoth had given up on terrorizing Paris and returned the butterfly and peacock Miraculous. After Gabriel Agreste had been arrested.

What was not normal now was that portal opening beside Ms. Bustier's desk and five people passing by.

The whole class frozen in shock.

The first out was obviously the oldest. In his 19 years, probably.

Black hair - in the sunlight there was a bluish illumination - trapped in a bun at the top of his head, the eyes were a cold and sharp gray, his skin was a beautiful olive tone, a strong jaw and the body showed that he was very more than just physically active.

The second person to go through the portal was a girl, who was about 15/16 years old.

They couldn't see the color of her hair, as she wore a hijab, but the eyes were a vivid and bright green, her skin was paler, small face, pink lips in a cupid bow and she also seemed to exercise a lot too.

The first two seemed to be siblings and that at least one of the parents was Asian.

The third was a blonde girl. She was the same age as the first girl, not much older than 16. While she didn't seem to have a more defined body, just the fact that she wasn't touching the floor when she left the portal said a lot about her.

The blond hair - exactly the color of Chloe and Adrien's hair - was long and loose, the curls unruly. The eyes were blue, a radiant blue and not very common, the triangular face, the doll's lips.

The fourth person was actually a little boy, who must have been at most 3 years old and was in the blonde girl's arms.

His hair was black and unruly, eyes were the same bright blue as the girl, round face with rosy cheeks, pale skin and he was sucking his thumb.

The last person to pass through the portal had been a girl with a much stronger Asian heritage than the first two.

Her cherry-red dyed hair reaching her shoulders, body far more defined than the girl with the hijab - her biceps pronounced by the shirt – the eyes were amber and dangerous, thin lips, her skin was tanned from spending too much time in the sun, oval face.

They stared silently at the class as the portal closed behind them.

"Okay... Who's going to tell this to our parents?" The blonde girl asks, breaking the silence and the red-haired girl looks at her, a murderous expression on her face.

“That was your fault! You're the one to tell!” Growls.

The blonde girl looks sincerely sorry.

"How would I know this was a time machine?!"

The redhead approaches her, her fists clenched ready to pounce, but the oldest of the five holds her in place.

"Rie, Emilie, please. Now is not the time to fight." His voice comes up like a blade. Sharp. "Especially with Clark among you."

They move away from each other. Rie walks closer to the classroom door, Emilie floats toward the window. Both with serious faces.

"It's not wanting to cut your drama, but we're not alone." The hijab girl says, drawing their attention to her. “We have audience, (哥哥) gēge.” She points to the still very frozen class.

He turns, his eyes scanning the students, before locking in the back of the room. In Marinette and Chloe. His eyes close in a pained expression.

“Fuck.” Curses without shame. "Dad will kill us."

"Absolutely." She replies, not looking any little upset at the situation.

In fact, her eyes were shining. She seemed very excited about everything.

The bell rings and it seems to wake everyone up from the shock, the students frenzied.

Everyone talking at the same time, they approach; Alya with the phone in hand; Marinette talking quickly on the phone, looking worried; Chloe was looking critically at the newcomers, the familiar feeling poking at her head; Adrien looked downright in love with the little boy in Emilie's arms.

Lila was... Wanting to take advantage of the situation to do something.

Rie begins to fuss over and over with the noise of the class, the pitch of the sound seemed to be hurting Clark's sensitive ears. The situation gets worse until she screams, anger clear in her tone.

“ど け! (Doke!)” Everyone shuts up but doesn't understand what she says. "I said get away, NOW!"

They are frightened by the girl's ferocity and move away.

“Okay, now one at a time.” When everyone moves to talk together again, she raises her hand in a stop signal. "Raise your hands and I'll choose who speaks."

They quickly raise their hands, waving violently. Max was jumping in his seat.

"You." Rie points to Rose and the girl stands up happily.

"What is the name of you all?" Questions.

Rie raises an eyebrow, disbelieving that this was the most important question the girl had to ask, but said nothing. Who answers is Emilie.

"I'm Emilie, this little one is Clark, the scary one is (理 恵) Rie, the handsome guy over there is (健) Jiàn and the hijab girl is Aria-" She turns sideways to point at the girl, just to find the empty spot. “Where's Aria?” She asks the two beside her and Rie just points to the back of the room.

And they all turned just in time to see Marinette being hugged her life away by the girl.

“妈妈 (māmā) you are so cute!” Both Adrien and Chloe gasp, eyes wide. Marinette gets paler and paler.

That moment makes both Rie and Clark notice the blondes in the room and Clark begins to cry, writhing in Emilie's arms and trying to reach Adrien.

“Papa! Papa!” The little boy sniffles until Emilie releases him and lets him fly to Adrien.

The class shouts at the demonstration of power.

The blonde catches him reflexively, hugging the small body in his arms and the boy sinks, melting in the warmth. He looks shocked at Emilie, wanting an explanation and the girl just shrugs, a bland smile on her face.

"Hi Dad."

Adrien chokes, his eyes filling with water, thrilled. He smiles back in disbelief.

"Hi?"

Chloe rises from her seat indignantly.

"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Shouts. “Why do you two get visits from your future kids, but not me?!” She stomps her foot in a tantrum.

It seemed just another bout of Chloe's futility, but Marinette - who was still being held by Aria - felt her heart ache at the hurt look on her best friend's face.

“Chlo-”

"What am I? Invisible?” Rie responds rudely. “You should recognize your children, 母 (haha).” Her cheeks were rosy despite her serious face.

Chloe is speechless before going downstairs and throwing herself into Rie's arms. She could scarcely believe that she had built a family in the future, that apparently her best friends continued together years and years into the future.

“And you must be my son!” Lila's voice cuts the happy mood. "Handsome like that, you're just like my Damian."

Chloe turns away from Rie, Marinette comes down the stairs with Aria and Adrien stays in his seat, with Clark in his lap and Emilie sitting at his desk, stroking the blond boy's hair.

The seven looks at Lila standing in front of Jiàn, who seemed disgusted with the thought of being her son.

"Yes, many say I look a lot like my father," He replies. And although the expression is not the best, his voice contains no emotion. "But I have my grandmother's eyes."

Lila seems especially excited about the boy's response.

Alya still recording everything and the class in an eternal pause.

“Oh! Now I see! You really look like my mother. She's very beautiful, looks like a model.” Lila says, glancing quickly at Alya, probably making sure the girl was recording everything.

Jiàn wrinkles his nose in disgust and turns away from the greedy hands of the Italian.

“You're not my mother.” Lila is surprised by the hatred in the boy's tone. "My mother has decency and honor, something you obviously lack."

The class seems to stop breathing.

"Oh, that hurt." Emilie muttered, chin resting on Adrien's head.

She had left Adrien's desk and was sitting at Alya's desk, which was behind the boy, so that she could hug him like a koala. Clark was dozing in his arms.

Alya snorted offended.

"Hey, this is no way to talk to her!" She moved, the phone still clenched in her fist.

"I speak the way I want." Jiàn answers. "Criminals and liars don't deserve my respect."

The class starts talking on top of each other, confused.

“What do you mean?” Alix's voice sticks out.

Jiàn tilts his head, but straightens again. An expression on his face as if he had just unraveled the mystery of the century.

"Oh, you haven't found out yet..."

"Or rather, they haven't opened their eyes yet." Aria comments.

Kim gets up, his face rock hard.

"Explain."

The newcomers exchange glances with each other. Aria raises her eyebrow, Emilie shrugs, Jiàn sighs and Rie looks at everyone.

"I think aunt Mari already told you about the sausage being a liar." She pats Chloe's arm affectionately. “Lila Rossi, in 2046, is under arrest for terrorism, extortion, sexual harassment, blackmail and best of all: murder.” Rie smiles darkly as she watches the students' pale faces.

Alya's phone recording every second of everything. Live. On Ladyblog.

Lila feels panic bubbling in her chest, her hands shaking and a sudden weakness in her legs. This could not be happening!

She glances at everyone in the class, noting the expressions between disbelief and fear, only Alya still holding the angry expression on her face.

Adrien, Chloe, and Marinette did not seem surprised by what the boy said, nor angry. She would use that to her advantage.

Lila's eyes widen in the most pitiful expression possible. The fake tears already running down her cheeks. She didn't forget to sniff before she spoke.

“Why are you guys doing this to me?” That catches everyone's attention, Kim being the first to come to the rescue. She uses the boy for support. “Is it some kind of horrible plan Marinette came up with? I know she hates me, but I didn't think she would do something so wicked to bring me down.”

Alya, Alix and Mylene are quick to reach both of them to comfort Lila. Which left Ivan, Nathaniel, Max, Rose, Juleka and Nino to defend the honor of the Italian.

“Look what you did!” The DJ pointed out. "Lila is crying because of you!"

"It had to be Chloe's daughter." Max says, adjusting his prescription glasses to his face. "Only a snake would give birth to another snake."

Emilie sighs offended, as does Aria and Jiàn.

Max barely has time to blink before feeling the sharp edge of Rie's katana in his throat. He swallows, the eyes wide.

She had left Chloe in the same spot before jumping over the tables and reaching Max. The katana that had been her belt, taking shape in her hands just in time to reach the target.

"Call my mother snake again and I'll cut your head off." She says coldly.

Nathaniel runs away, Rose and Juleka accompany him. Even Lila swallows the fake cry feeling the fear run down her spine.

"You wouldn't have the guts-" Ivan begins, but quickly shuts up when he sees Max leaning as far away from the sword as the red thread of blood trickles down his throat.

"Do you doubt...?" Rie says quietly. "Are you sure?"

Marinette reacts with that, ready to separate the girl from her classmate.

“Wait-

“Rie Tsurugi Bourgeois!” Aria calls, voice like steel. "Let him go."

Rie doesn't move, doesn't even blink.

“Now.” Aria raises her voice. Adrien and Marinette are able to see her eyes turn a radioactive shade of green (which resembles Chat Noir's eyes very much) and her round pupils narrow like those of a reptile.

Rie grits her teeth, smoke escaping between them. She squeezes the katana a little deeper into the boy's throat before moving back toward Chloe.

The blade becomes malleable in her hands and she fastens around her waist again, sparing no glance at the rest of the class. Not at all sorry.

Marinette breathes a sigh of relief, but soon becomes serious. She needed to fix that mess.

"Okay." Says it out of nowhere and catches everyone's attention. Aria once again hung around her neck. “This day was too weird in just a few minutes, so I need everyone to collaborate.”

Her gaze points mainly to Rie and Alya, who turn their head into a tantrum.

“First, I want an explanation for that.” Hands shake in the air. “What are you doing here in 2022 and who are you?”

Jiàn smiles quietly before getting serious again.

“Our names have already been said, so I'll tell you where we came from.” He takes the liberty to sit on Ms. Bustier's desk, as if he owns the place. “First, we are from the future, as you have already understood. Secondly, we are children of three students in this class.”

The young man turns to Rie, beckoning her to proceed.

"I'm Rie Tsurugi Bourgeois, I have a twin sister named Alice." She turns to Chloe. “We are your daughters with Kagami Tsurugi. I think you two became something last year, 2021, right?” And the blonde nods emphatically. "Three years from now you get married and after five years Alice and I are born."

Chloe hugs the girl, wild feelings in her chest.

“My turn!” Emilie shook herself on the table, Clark, still sleeping, shifted uncomfortably. "My name is Emilie Lois Agreste-Kent and this cute sleeping is my brother, Clark Auguste Agreste-Kent." She notices Marinette's horrified look and sighs in agreement. "I know I know. Our names are one thing... horrible, but they wanted to honor our grandparents...”

The class makes a confused sound and Nathaniel is the fastest to speak up.

“I don't understand.” The voice loud enough just for a quiet room to hear. "Adrien's mother's name is Emilie, Lois may be his mother-in-law's name and Clark the father-in-law's name..." He pauses thoughtfully. “Why Auguste? Shouldn't it be Gabriel?”

At the sound of the name, newcomers, Chloe, Marinette and even Adrien himself react negatively, leaving no doubt of the dislike of the designer.

"Because Gabriel never was and never will be a father to uncle Adrien." Aria replies.

Nino nods in agreement with the girl.

“… Ok, I understand where you come from. But who is Auguste?” He asks. “I don't remember anyone with that name Adrien commented on.”

The blonde gives a bland laugh before looking at the DJ.

"It's because I never speak his name, but you know him... the gorilla."

Nino widens his eyes at the news, but soon understanding dawns on his face. It made sense. The man cared more for Adrien than his own father, who could only look at his belly button.

"Wait!" Alya calls. “Gorilla's name is Auguste?” Adrien nods and she presses her palm over her face. “Oh my god, this is cursed! He doesn't look like an Auguste!”

Emilie releases Adrien to fly over his head.

"I know! I once told him that and he laughed at me!” Her hand movements were wild.

It makes Alya pale.

"He laughed. Adrien's bodyguard laughed. Oh my God."

Lila gets fed up with the situation and decides to return the conversation to where it mattered. She needed to know who Adrien's future wife was, just so she could make sure they never met. With Gabriel's help, of course.

He might have been arrested, but he still had... powers over Adrien.

“We already understood that part, but you never told us who your mother was.”

Emilie freezes in the air, the cheerful, happy air slipping into an empty shell. She sits back behind Adrien, her gaze hard on the Italian.

“Because I don't have a mother.” She responds and Lila had to control the happy smile that wanted to escape. “I have two dads. Adrien Agreste and Jonathan Samuel Kent.”

The air in the room becomes cold after she finishes speaking. Lila never felt as much hatred as she did then.

Adrien was hers. Just hers. Knowing he was married to a man in the future was too much for the girl.

“B-but how? I thought Adrien was straight. We all know he dated Kagami.” Mylene asks.

Adrien frowns at the girl. Not a bit happy.

"I never said I was straight or that Kagami and I were dating." His voice was dry. “Kagami and Chloe have been together since last year, Jon and I have been dating since I was fifteen. Four years ago."

Alya gives Marinette unhappy glances, as if pitying the girl for the news. But in the end, she notices that the brunette was not at all surprised or shaken.

"And about you? Who is your father?” She points to Aria, who raises an eyebrow at her. The mockery in all body expression. "We know you're Marinette's daughter because we heard you call her mother, but you didn't say who your father was."

Aria rolls her eyes and sighs, completely tired of having to deal with these people. They were very ignorant.

"Aria Dupain-Cheng Wayne-" Surprised sighs are heard.

“And Jiàn Dupain-Cheng Wayne. We are children of Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Damian Al-Ghul Wayne. There is Thomas too, but he was with Alfred and the Couffaine siblings when we... traveled back in time.” Jiàn cuts his sister, making a sardonic bow toward Alya.

Marinette was choking as she tried to hold back a scream.

Those were her children! There were three! She and Damian had been together for many, many years! Her heart was beating so fast that she feared everyone in the room would be able to hear.

“… Damian Wayne. Isn't that the name of your boyfriend, Lila?” Juleka says suddenly and everyone looks at the Italian trying to sneak out of the classroom.

She stops, knowing everyone was keeping an eye on her and turning around, her eyes full of tears.

It was time to put on a show.

"M-Marinette!" She sniffs. “How can you go so low stealing my Damiboo from me?! I thought you were better!” The hands cover her face and shoulders begin to shake, as if she’s crying.

"WHA-"

“My God, girl!” Alya shouts angrily as she approaches Lila once more. Alix, Mylene, and Kim did not move from the scene. “Stealing Lila's boyfriend? As if it wasn't enough to be an envious slut-

Jiàn turns the face so fast that Rie can hear the young man's bones crack. The face contorted into a murderous expression.

“I suggest you not finish this sentence, otherwise I will be forced to do something my parents wouldn't approve of.”

Lila pulls her hands away from her face looking at the boy in defiance.

"What? But it's true! First Adrien, now my Damiboo. Your mother is a bitc-” Before Lila could finish the sentence, Jiàn was in front of her. Alya pushed aside, along with the phone that fell to the floor.

His right hand goes straight to Lila's face, squeezing her chin as he forces her to face him. He didn't need to look at the look of horror on her face to know that anger and disgust were clear in his eyes.

“You're an unpleasant person, Lila Rossi.” He says. “Even though you know you have nowhere to run, that you only have those futile idiots to control, you still try to play the wronged good girl.”

Adrien gets up from the chair, Marinette approaches and Chloe too.

“Jiàn, I think-”

Aria puts her hand on Marinette's shoulder, drawing the girl's attention back to her. "No. He won't hurt her... physically.”

“But-” Adrien protests.

“Dad, please. In the future you regret not stopping her before. Let Jiàn do it.” Emilie says seriously. The most serious she had been until that moment.

When Marinette and Adrien steps back, the class sees this as allowing newcomers to do whatever they want, so they run to Lila's rescue. Alya quickly rising from the floor, the phone forgotten.

"Let her go now!" Kim shouts. He tries to hit Jiàn with a punch, but Rie is quick to stop him.

"And why would i do that? Ms. Volpina here, did much worse things helping Hawkmoth.” Lila widens her eyes, the panic clear in her face.

"I-I"

“What was that little fox? No more lies to tell us? Are you afraid because you can no longer use akumas to get rid of difficult situations?” The sarcasm in Jiàn's voice was clear, as was the acidity.

Everyone saw the way Lila stopped trying to defend herself and her gaze became sharp. Malicious. Jiàn took this to get away from the girl. She took the time to straighten her hair and caress her jaw before a blatant smile took over her expression.

Alya felt the ice run down her spine, discomfort rolling in her stomach. She stepped back, trying to create distance.

The class reacting precisely the same.

“Oh? Do you really think I need some old man and cursed butterflies to get what I want?” Rose choked on the way Lila spoke. “Look at what we have here. Come on, look!” She shakes her hands, signaling around them.

“I managed to fool these people for years. YEARS! No one doubting a word of what I was saying. Even with the most trusted person in the class trying to warn of my tricks, they just ignored it. They treated her like trash, they threw her into a corner... They humiliated her.” Mylene cried and Ivan tried to comfort her.

“And I didn't even have to do anything much, just say what they wanted to hear.” There was a victorious smile on the Italian's face. “Hawkmoth was just a tool. I never needed him to get where I got.” She nodded dismissively.

“So, you lied to us all this time?” Alix growls, Kim having to hold her so she doesn't hit Lila.

The Italian raised an eyebrow, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

"Alix, Alix ... You guys were so naive." Lila sighs theatrically. “I mean, dumb. Ignorant. Easy. Fools. I think you were by far the easiest people to manipulate.” She shrugs.

“You… are the worst! I don't believe-” Nathaniel stops and shakes his head violently, trying to deal with the situation.

“Ow, poor thing.” Lila sneers. “Okay, I was a little harsh with my words. It was not entirely your fault. Caline Bustier played a huge part in all this, since without her passivity, I would probably have been discovered much earlier.”

Marinette cringes at the teacher's name.

Caline had gone from being Marinette's favorite teacher to the less pleasant one. The woman's pacifism gave the brunette knots in her stomach. Each time she heard the phrase “be an example to others,” the discomfort washed over her body and all Marinette could think about was running home and sleeping for an entire week.

She knew that Lila's era of terror in her life would not have stretched so long had it not been for Caline Bustier's incompetence. Just with the teacher checking Lila's medical notes to know that everything the girl said she suffered was true would suffice. Then all the other lies would be uncovered, like a crumbling house of cards.

But she never did. Not even when Marinette explicitly expressed her concerns. When Adrien took the courage to confess that he felt bad about Lila being overly sticky. Or when Sabrina wept on the teacher's shoulder that Lila had made mean comments about her mother. And also, when Chloe denounced the Italian for homophobia.

Caline Bustier had been complacent. Never moving a finger to help students. Thus, Lila Rossi's greatest facilitator in Dupont.

“Ms. Bustier has nothing to do with it!” Juleka shouts in distress.

It was the first time they had seen her like that.

Lila rolls her eyes.

"Of course she have! Or do you really think that an adult woman with a master's degree, teacher, who deals with children and teens daily for years, would believe everything you say?” Her voice was annoying. “Please, you deify totally wrong people. Where's the critical sense? No one here can see the world without the pink lenses?!”

As soon as Lila finishes speaking, the room was silent. Rose and Juleka had twin expressions of disbelief, Alya cried silently, Nino tried to find support in Nathaniel who was unsure what to do, Kim along with Alix and Max had angry expressions on their faces, Mylene and Ivan hugged tightly to each other.

Aria with her arms around Marinette, both with expressions of pure boredom. Chloe and Rie had sat at Adrien's desk throughout the confrontation, tired of Lila's villain speech. Jian, already away from the Italian, was arms crossed and raised eyebrow. Adrien was the only one in the second group who was minimally disturbed by Lila's words. Clark slept despite all the confusion and Emilie had stolen the model's phone to play while flying around the room.

Lila had a victorious expression on her face as if the speech had solved all her problems.

Oh man. If only she knew.

"Did you get everything?" Marinette says in the silence of the class and everyone looks at her.

“What-” Lila begins.

"I'm not talking to you." The girl cuts her off, her expression disinterested and voice like steel. “I'm talking to him.” Marinette picks up the phone (which has never left her hands since newcomers showed up in the classroom) and shakes it, showing a video call in progress.

“Of course, حبيبتي (habibat).” The person in the video call answers. A youngster. "We are on our way. Don't let her run away.” The call is cut off and Marinette puts the phone in her hoodie pocket.

She stares at Lila. The cold, deadly eyes. Like a predator about to pounce.

“Of course I won't let it. Not anymore.” There was a dangerous smile on her lips. “It's my time to go after you, Li-la! Change our dynamics. Threatening me in the dark corners of the school is getting outdated, so it's time for prey to become a predator, don't you think?”

Lila senses the danger in the girl's words and steps back without thinking. She keeps a brave expression.

“And what do you think you are going to do? Tell your little friend?” She forces a mocking laugh. “Please, Dupain-Cheng. You know you can't against me. Never could.”

Aria lets go of Marinette and the girl slowly makes her way to the Italian, without breaking eye contact for a second. She was waiting for an opening to be able to make her move.

“Are you sure about that, Lila Agnola Rossi?” Lila doesn't hold her breath at the full name. “Because I have a lot of material against you. Your mother helped us a lot. A nice woman, despite working so hard. She needs to rest, don't you think?”

Marinette stops, less than a foot from the Italian, before leaning further. Warm breath hitting Lila's face with how close they were.

“And she said everything, you know? About how you lied about school being closed by akuma attacks, about being bullied and how your boyfriend Adrien Agreste-“ The boy and Emilie make sounds of disgust. "Are considering asking you to marry at graduation!"

Chloe sneers in the background. Aria, Jiàn and Rie laughing at what she said.

“When you-” Lila's lips were pale and her eyes wide.

Marinette leaps away. A smile bordering the maniac on her face.

“You don't know how surprised she was when we said the school was never closed!” She spins, arms raised to the ceiling. "Or that Adrien Agreste has a boyfriend."

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Lila shouted, advancing on Marinette, only to be held back by the hard look the girl sent toward her.

“Imagine the other surprise she had to learn that her little girl was a compulsive and abusive liar? That the only child she gave birth was lying as she breathed? Lila, Lila. Lying about Jagged was your first mistake, Prince Ali the second. The third was about Ladybug.” Marinette lifts a finger at Alya who reacted to the heroine's name. The girl stops. "Ladybug was not at all happy to hear her name was being dragged through the mud by someone as dirty as you."

Lila swallows hard.

“And sweetie? She wants you to pay. Pay for all the times you helped Hawkmoth and endangered innocent people or badmouthed her kitten.” Chloe laughs at Adrien's red face. “She's a very protective bug, you know? Revengeful too.”

"Is this a threat? Is that it? Ladybug sent you to threaten me?” Lila questions.

Marinette crosses her arms, a dark shadow taking over her blueberry eyes.

"Lila, I don't need Ladybug to take you down." She sighs bored. “Who do you think ended Gabriel Agreste?” The students are surprised. The newcomers sat watching like it was a very good movie. Adrien with the biggest smile ever.

“… You're lying!” Lila shouts. “Gabriel was caught by a… anonymous… report… you?!” The voice trailed off until all that was left was a whisper.

"Me." Marinette smiles.

There was a fire burning in Lila's eyes, her teeth showing, a growl deep in her throat.

"How could you?!" She bites. “You destroyed Adrien's life! How could you do this for the boy you love?!”

"Hey! She didn't destroy my life!” Adrien protests in the background, but no one listens to him.

“Ah, please! You're only annoyed because you learned that it was me who destroyed the collar Adrien was kept on and forced to wear. Or do you really believe we didn't know you and Gabriel had a deal about controlling Adrien?” Lila shivers as if she's been shocked. “We know everything. Everything."

“And you went there and put the only family he had in prison. Congratulations Marinette. You have reached a new low level.”

No one blinks for the next scene.

Marinette stretches her left hand straight to Lila's neck, pulling the girl closer to her.

"You don't open that dirty mouth to talk about family." She growls. “That man was nothing more than a piece of shit. Trash to be thrown away. He was never a father or a decent man. Being arrested was the easiest way out for him, because if I could have the opportunity to get my hands on him, you can be sure that today Adrien would have both parents buried.”

Her voice was piercing. Ice spread through the room. Everyone felt the honesty in the girl's words, no hesitation. Lila clamped her hands on Marinette's wrist, trying in vain to pull away.

She was beginning to be terrified of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

"Let me go." She gasped as she felt the tightness in her neck tighten.

“Adrien hasn't lost a family.” Marinette ignores the girl. Adrien puts Clark in Aria's arms before getting up. He needed to stop that.

“Just now he got one. My parents are keen to make clear what family love really means; Auguste continues to work with him even though he no longer needs it; I taught him what a toxic and abusive relationship was like, how to have siblings and people to support him; Chloe accompanied him for weekly therapy; Kagami and Luka distracted him from panic attacks; Sabrina helped him understand what sexual harassment was. We were all there when he spent weeks locked in his room crying thinking he had no one else. We introduce him to what a family is. And surprise, he's much happier now.” Marinette lets go of Lila's throat and the girl swallowed huge amounts of air.

"He's much better off living in a bakery than in a ghost-filled mansion and empty rooms with people who only knew how to exploit him."

As soon as Marinette finishes talking, Adrien hugs the girl and then the door opens.

“We're here, Minette!” Sabrina's cheerful voice tears the oppressive silence of the room. "And I brought company."

Everyone turned to look at Sabrina and found a lot more people at the door than they thought.

“Dad, Damian, Jon and Kagami have come! Lu and Bruce are there at the office talking to the Director and Ms. Rossi.”

As soon as the five enter the room, Aria rushes into Damian's arms. “بابا! (baba!) You're cuter than 妈妈 (māmā) at this age!”

“… You two are grounded.” It's the only thing Damian says, pointing to Jiàn who was approaching.

“Dad!” Emilie squeals at Jonathan, who just smiles in confusion. “Oh my god, he's so cute! Did you see, papa ?!” She yells at Adrien who hides the red face on Marinette's shoulder.

The girl laughs at him patting his back.

"��� マ (mama)." Rie says respectfully as Kagami looks at her and Chloe sitting at the table.

"... I'm feeling a headache coming." Roger mutters before putting Agent Raincomprix's face and looking at Lila. “Ms. Rossi, I need you to come with me. We have some questions to ask.”

Lila shakes her head in refusal.

"No. I have nothing to talk to you about. Nothing."

Roger sighs. “If you do not come for good, you will come for bad. I really don't want to use force with you.”

"I do not care! I won't go with you!” Lila’s voice rose two octaves. She was starting to get hysterical.

“Ms. Rossi.”

"No! I'm not—” Lila rolls her eyes closed before falling hard to the floor. Marinette stood behind her, the hand with fingers pressed together and the thumb bent. Like a knife.

She relaxes her posture and smiles innocently.

“To avoid more drama.”

Damian sighs. “حبيبتي (habibat).”

She continues to smile innocently.

First Hawkmoth, then Gabriel and now Lila. That was a great way to close a chapter in Marinette's life.

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𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓪 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓿

𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

Name: Anastasie

Actual Name: Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia ; Anastasia Romanov

Nicknames: Ana

Gender: Female

Birthday: 18 June

Star Sign: Gemini ; Ox

Height: 157 cm

Weight: 50 kg

Eye Colour: Bright blue

Hair Colour: Strawberry blonde

Homeland: Russia

Family: ??

Vampiric Type: Pureblooded Vampire

Quote: “There have always been lines separating me from the rest of the world, whether they were satin ribbons or iron rails.”

𝓕𝓾𝓷 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓼

Dominant hand: Right

Favourite Colours: White, silver, gold, pink

Favourite Food: Honey milk tea, anything Sebastian makes, fresh cream, desserts

Least Favourite Food: Anything too bitter

Likes: Animals (Vic especially), cafe-hopping, cold weather, snow, stuffed animals, dolls, being spoiled by Comte, long baths

Dislikes: Loud sounds, guns, knives, violence in general, studying, being cooped up in the house, nightmares

Hobbies: Collecting hair ribbons, sewing clothes for her dolls, knitting, going for long walks, riding, comparing sweets from different cafes and restaurants, star gazing, cloud watching, watching sunrises

Special Skills: Climbing trees, jumping onto rooftops to travel across Paris, dancing

Love Interest: Undecided

𝓟𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼

Style: Her casual style is fairly fancy and feminine, with muted or dark tones. She is particularly fond of wearing modest, gothic style outfits, with frills and ruffles and ribbons. She has shown a fondness for white dresses, and most of her wardrobe consists of them. She wears either ballet flats on her feet or low-heeled Mary Janes. During colder weather, she tends to wear furs and coats. 

Accessories: A pearl necklace hangs from her neck.

Hair: Her hair is strawberry blonde and falls in soft ringlets to her waist. Her bangs just reach her eyes, and parts of her hair are pulled back in braids, away from her face and secured with a hair ribbon at the back.

Makeup: None.

Body type: Slim and slender as a willow. Small hips, breasts, and thighs. Unnaturally graceful. 

𝓥𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓼

Songs to describe her: Once Upon a December by Liz Callaway ; Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift ; Stay Alive by Rie Takahashi

Voice actress: Horie Yui ( specifically, her role as Kushina Anna in K Project )

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪

Personality: The youngest member of the mansion, Ana is an introvert by nature and can come off as being shy and closed off to those unfamiliar with her. Compared to the louder and more eccentric members of the mansion, Ana is conscientious, polite, and quiet, behaving with perfect manners most of the time. She can have a sharp tongue as well, murmuring pointed insults under her breath with a perfectly straight face; of course, in a house full of vampires, her comments do not go unheard. There is a kind side to her as well; Ana is observant and can tell if one of the residents is having a particularly bad day, in which Ana will bring them their favourite food to make them smile again. She blushes easily and stammers when she is complimented. 

She is surprisingly insecure about her lack of memory, which troubles her immensely, especially since she cannot remember anything in her past, only vague impressions and fleeting sensations that leave her with a sense of unease, and also, a lingering sadness that haunts her.

Surprisingly, she has a sharp streak of mischief and is prone to causing havoc in the mansion when the mood strikes her; most of the time her pranks are pinned on someone else, much to her delight at having managed to evade punishment. She is also quick to agree when other residents ask her to help in their schemes.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Strengths: Independent, kind, straightforward, observant, calm, self-controlled, thoughtful, brave

Flaws: Mischievous, seemingly indifferent, non-violent, solemn, rebellious

𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽

Anastasia Romanov hails from Russia and is the youngest daughter of the Romanov family, a family of pureblooded vampires who once ruled over humans. When the humans rose up against them in rebellion, the family was forced to flee from their castle. In the chaos and confusion, Anastasia was separated from her family and was supposedly shot and bayonetted to her death by the angry mob. However, she would awaken once again, only to find herself staring up into Comte’s golden eyes, and herself void of all her memories. Comte would later bring her to his mansion, where she would spend her days in the company of other famous men in history. However, she still cannot remember any of her past and believes that she was turned by Comte into a lesser vampire, and Comte has not corrected her.

𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼

Comte de Saint-Germain: Comte was the one who found and saved her; Ana was reportedly found by him, bloodied and dazed and refusing to speak for days. As Ana puts it, “The only face I can remember from my past is his.” The normally impassive Ana adores him, visibly brightening up in his presence, and their relationship is similar to one of father and daughter. Comte is equally guilty of spoiling her, bringing her along on his trips and taking her for outings whenever he is free. He has also kept her largely sheltered from her past.

Leonardo Da Vinci: She feels a certain kinship and connectedness to him; this is due in part to both their statuses as pureblooded-vampires. If not found with Comte, Ana can most likely be found with him. Ana likes him almost as much as she loves Comte, and is even willing to climb trees to pluck apples for him to eat.

𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓪

She hates doing schoolwork and has climbed trees to avoid her tutor, Isaac. Ana has also reportedly tried to bribe him with apples and Comte’s money so that he’ll raise her grades or let her off the hook for the day. 

In terms of speed, she’s the fastest vampire at the mansion.

She can do her own chores and tries to help Sebastian with his work.

Ana has tried making clothes for Vic and King, and has the two dogs model her clothing when she feels bored.

She sometimes calls Vic “Jimmy” by accident, but has no idea why.

Lately, she’s been having trouble sleeping as bad dreams keep her awake. 

Like Comte, she can also be protective of the residents in the mansion.

[junkyard-gifs]

Where do you get your gifs from?

That’s a good question, anon!

The facile answer is ‘I make them myself, except for posts reblogged from other people’, but I suspect that’s not what you’re asking! If you mean ‘where do you find the footage’, well... that’s not such an easy answer....

Firstly, if the footage is available anywhere online (ie, mostly youtube) I’ll include it in the ‘post source’ functionality - which is actually rather easy to overlook in tumblr! and I’m not always so diligent about that as I should be, especially if the video file I’m working from is one I downloaded some time ago, or I have a higher-res version of it frmo another source so I have it vaguely mentally catalogued under ‘bootleg’ rather than ‘youtube’. There are quite a few cliops or full-length videos available on youtube, from pro or semi-pro shots (the latter are often hosted on the accounts of the actors in question, such as the full-length technically-a-bootleg of Paris 1990 on the youtube account of the Mistoffelees, Guy-Paul de Saint-Germain). Some of these, especially the longer ones, are clipped or converted frmo higher-res full-length bootlegs, and some are just filmed and posted by audience members themselves.

Secondly, there are quite a few small clips or photos on actors’ social media, mostly instagram, facebook, or twitter accounts (ignoring the youtube accounts just mentioned). I’m still working out my own personal code of ethics on that one, as I am still working out hte assumptions rie holding it: behind publication on that platform. For now I’m going with anything posted on their public timeline being freely available if treated with respect, while private communications and story posts are not considered public unless otherwise stated - and of course they can’t be linked back to, which is an argument from the archival perspective against using them as ‘evidence’.

Thirdly, of course, is where we get most of the full-length recordings: the bootleg trade. This overlaps with youtube videos since it is the source for a lot of them. In some cases (eg, the July bootleg of the 2016 broadway revival) I had a copy of the youtube version for a long time before I got the (slightly) higher res VOBs that it had been sourced from. In many cases there isn’t much difference to the quality, but there are some where it really matters: eg, I’ve uploaded (privately) to my account a few clips from the Hamburg 1999 bootleg, and there’s a moment between the Macavity fight and Msitoffelees’ song where Alonzo and Demeter are nuzzling each other, backlit by the torch. It’s Mungojerrie holding it: you can see Deon Ridley’s Mungojerrie face, faintly but clearly, in very low contrast, hovering ghost-like behind the torch a couple of times. But in the youtube clip, he is completely invisible - as he is in gifs! - which is why in a lot of cases I’ve sought out a bootleg for a good production even if there is a version available on youtube.

[mybeingthere]

An alien beauty by Issey Miyake (1938–2022), flower heads, 2012. 

Born in Hiroshima in 1938, Miyake was witness to era-defining events, including the atomic bomb of 1945, a horror of which he rarely spoke but which led to his mother’s death. During a later period in Paris, he attended the Chambre Syndicale de la Couture Parisienne and apprenticed at Guy Laroche and Givenchy. 

He found himself among the tumult of the May 1968 student protests, prompting a desire to create clothing as easy and accessible as jeans and t-shirts. In New York, he worked for Geoffrey Beene and met Christo, Joe Eula, Donna Jordan and Robert Rauschenberg, before returning to Japan in 1970. Where he found restriction, he challenged it. 

In 1960, while Miyake was a graphic design student, the World Design Conference came to Japan for the first time. The event brought together the most significant names in design – but nothing on fashion. Miyake was outraged and confronted the organiser. From the start, he turned his attention to clothing and was its greatest advocate. Miyake had the time traveller’s power to change the present. 

He brought French couture to Japan via Diana Vreeland’s 1975 exhibition ‘Inventive Clothes: 1909–1939’, as well as the work of British potter Lucie Rie. In 1976, he cast Grace Jones in his fashion show ‘Issey Miyake and Twelve Black Girls’. He was the first of the influential Japanese designers to show his collections in Paris, and in a 1988 piece in Artforum, Mark Holborn described how Miyake’s book East Meets West (1978) ‘undermined our own Eurocentered perspective’.

https://www.frieze.com/article/issey-miyake-obituary

[kingedwardvi]

Calendar of State Papers Foreign: Edward VI 1547-1553

1549.

1548–9. Jan. 4. (Brabant style.) Antwerp. The Magistrates of Antwerp to the Lord Protector and the Council. Their intervention has been besought by James Van Maseyck and Hubert Calnwaert, their fellow-citizens, in behalf of their partner and other fellow-citizen, William Van Eertwyck, who has been arrested in London, and is in danger of his life for having in his possession letters of licence from his Majesty, ascertained to be forged, but which he purchased in ignorance thereof for the sum of 100 pounds of Flanders money from Bernard Rubiis, public money-lender here. Send herewith certified copies of the judicial proceedings against the said Bernard Rubiis, and requesting that suit against Eertwyck may be stayed, &c. [Latin. One page.]

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Jan. 7. Antwerp. Batoryk [Borthwick ?] to the Lord Protector. Refers to some marriage and exchange of property. The French king makes certain preparations for the defence of Scotland. Propounds a plan for eradicating Papismus by transferring the Kirklands to gentlemen's hands. Intends to depart to-morrow, and to get favourable letters from the King of Denmark to the French King to deliver the gentlemen of the castle of St. Andrew's according to the promise made to them by the Prince of Capua. [One page and a half. Much effaced by damp.]

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Jan. 10. Brussels. The Emperor Charles V. d notre tres chier et bien amé Messire Guillme Paget, Chev de lordre et Contreroler d' Angleterre. Credentials of M. Francis Vanderdilst, his Ambassador, on resuming his functions in England. [One page.]

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Jan. 17. Augsburg. Same to King Edward VI. Supporting the claims of certain citizens of Lubeck for the value of a vessel impressed by King Henry VIII. during his war with the French King, and for which indemnity had been promised. [One page.]

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Jan. 20. Instructions for John Dymock sent to the Duke of Lunenburg, the Count of Oldenburg, and others, for the purpose of levying more soldiers under Courtpening. His Majesty offers to bestow on the Duke and the Count a pension of 1,500 crowns each, and has taken the son of the former into his service, and to be trained in his Court, with a pension of 500 crowns. [Sixteen pages. Draft.]

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Jan. 24. Bremen. The Senate of Bremen to King Edward VI. Their reply has been communicated in writing to John Brend, his Majesty's Ambassador. They will take care that none of their citizens shall supply the Scots with munitions or provisions; reserving, however, their traffic with Ireland. Request the loan for a few years of 5,000 or 6,000 talents sterling. [Latin. One page.]

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Jan. 25. Brussels. Emanuel Philibert, Prince of Piedmont and Duke of Savoy, to the Lord Protector. Recommends the bearer, Aleram, son of Boarel, Marquis d'Ancise, one of his vassals, who desires to be employed in the service of the King of England. [French. Broadside.]

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Jan. 31. Gaspar de Figueredo, Portuguese Ambassador, to the same. Complains that a person from whom he had hired a house will not give him possession, and requests his Grace's interference. [Latin. One page.]

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Feb. 23. Paris.  Dr. Wotton to the same. On the 1st of this month the French Queen was brought a-bed of a fine boy. Hears that the King of Portugal, the Duke of Ferrara, and the Queen Dowager of Scotland are to be his sponsors; and that the King has sent expressly to the Emperor and the Bishop of Rome to intimate the birth. Monluc, who it is said is to be President of the Council in Scotland, has not yet left. M. de Thermes is here also, but reported as soon to go to Scotland, and M. d'Essé is to come home. 

Divers captains come out of Provence for Scotland. Pietro Strozzi is at the Court again. Hears that the French King has news of the safe arrival of the Provenceaux in Scotland, and that in the beginning of next March 2,000 more men are to be sent there. 

It is said that Berwick, which they reckon easy to be won, is to be besieged the first thing this year. Hears that the French King has renewed a league with the Swiss. Of late has been a great fray in this Court, connected with the rival claims of the families of De la Val and Andelot to the inheritance of certain estates, the particulars of which he gives at length. 

Had on the 11th received his Grace's letter of the 3d inst. Fitzgarret being still about the Court, the bearer of this, Henry King, brought the priest to him; what they have done and how they have sped, they can best declare to his Grace. 

Had spoken with Fitzgarret at his earnest desire; if his tongue and his heart agree, he is most anxious to return home. Trusts that his conversation with him may have somewhat confirmed him in that purpose, and he would fain it might be very shortly, for such causes as the said priest can declare unto his Grace. 

Fitzgarret himself says that undoubtedly the French King sends another aid to Scotland next month, and those that are to go are hasted to Brittany. [Three pages; partly in cipher, deciphered. Printed by Tytler, except the portion in cipher, Vol. i., p. 156.]

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March 24. Hamburg. John Dymock to the Council. Has been requested by some Lords of this city to introduce the bearer, who seeks redress for articles taken from some merchants here by Sir Andrew Dudley, whose note of hand bears that they were taken for the King's use.

Unless this is seen to, does not see how he can procure any ships for the King's service, so many similar grievances being complained of. Enumerates the articles and the ships from which they have been taken. [Two pages.]

--- March 24. Hamburg. John Dymock to the Lord Protector. The Earl of Oldenburg will not serve for less than what he received from the French King, viz., 2,000 crowns for himself, and the same sum for the entertainment of 12 captains. Thinks the Earl of Mansfeldt and his son have persuaded him to this. Had been to the Duke of Brunswick at the castle of Harburg on the 18th; after much persuasion he agrees to serve for 1,500 crowns. Determined opposition to the Interim in these parts. Necessity for increasing the pay of the mercenaries. Question as to the transmission of horses and men to England. The city of Wittenberg and castle of Turgo have been delivered to King Ferdinand by Duke Maurice. [Four pages. Partly printed by Tytler, Vol. i., p. 161.]

--- 1549. March 25. Hamburg. Same to the Lord Protector and the Council. As to the seizure for his Majesty's use of a vessel laden with salt fish belonging to some merchant of the Hanse Towns. [One page. Much defaced.]

--- March 28. Hamburg. Same to same. Sends by a special messenger to ascertain their pleasure on the various points contained in his letters of 16th and 24th inst., and recapitulates at great length his interviews and negotiations as to supply of ships and men. [Six pages and a half.]

--- April 6. Westminster. The Council to Sir Philip Hoby. Had received his letters of 31st March and 1st and 2d April. Are much gratified by the Emperor giving licence for soldiers to enter the King's service, his evil taking of the Frenchmen passing through his pale, and his promises of support in case of any invasion by the French. 

Desire him to return their hearty thanks to the Emperor, and to ask if he will permit some of the soldiers to pass by four, five, or six, file a file, by land to Calais, where it is intended to employ them as occasion serves.

Also to thank Mons. D'Arras, Mons. Monfauconet, Mons. De Rie, the Ambassador from Florence, and others his Majesty's good friends and willers. Desire him to explain the cause of the wants of Boulogne and the disorders there, which are now all settled. 

Should liberty be given for the soldiers to pass by land, he is instantly to apprize Dymock. If Captain Ventura will serve the King on the same terms as other Italians, they are willing to treat with him for himself and 200 footmen. [Two pages. Draft.]

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April 11. Bremen. John Dymock to Sir Philip Hoby, Knight and Ambassador for the King's Majesty in the Emperor's Court. Has received his letter of the 25th March. Has done all that in him lies with the Lords of Bremen and Hamburg, but at no hand can have grant for ships or liberty to bring strange vessels into their ports, so as to convey men to England. 

Has since then been to the Lady of Embden with like want of success, so that he has been unable to engage any soldiers, but he upholds them with good words until he can ascertain the pleasure of the Council. 

All fear that after the arrival of his son in Brussels the Emperor will attack these countries. The Rhinegrave has laboured much by the King of Denmark with the Lords of Hamburg and Bremen, and has threatened, that if they allow any men to be conveyed out of their rivers, both the King of Denmark and the French King will capture their ships wherever they find them.

By means of a merchant is to get four great ships, which shall go to the Elbe and wait there 20 days for whatever lading shall come aboard of them. Has also sent to Amsterdam to freight other four ships in like manner. Within the same space will see to collect his men, and with 20 small vessels have them all taken aboard at one tide. Can have horsemen enough, but their freight will be very chargeable; besides they will not serve under five dollars per diem for every horse and man. 

Requests him to write to the Protector to arrange for his drawing upon some merchant at Antwerp for 2,000l. sterling to be repaid there, as he fears he shall not have money enough to pay a whole month's wages, bounty, and victualling the ships, which will cost about 700l. or 800l. sterling. Farther financial details and suggestions. All the cities and towns here are busy fortifying themselves. Hopes he may come to a good end in this journey, as it is too weighty for one man alone to compass these things. [Three pages.]

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April 17. [Westminster.]  The Council to Sir Philip Hoby, Knight and Ambassador for the King's Majesty in the Emperor's Court. Instructing him to communicate with the Emperor in regard to the suppression of a horde of pirates some 20 sail strong, composed of lawless men of all nations, who have been ravaging the coast of Ireland as well as spoiling some of the Emperor's subjects. In regard of the subsidy to his Majesty granted in the last Parliament, the subjects of the Emperor residing in England shall be treated as heretofore they have been under similar grants. [Three pages. Draft.]

--- April 18. Hamburg. John Dymock to the Lord Protector and the Council. Has received their letters of 25th March and 1st April. The soldiers cannot be conveyed to England in either of the ways which they propose. Neither can he get the ships for the Elbe, the Lords of Bremen having had knowledge of his design and stayed them. 

Can devise no manner of transport, unless they can have leave from the Emperor for the men to pass through the Low Countries, or arrest as many hoys on the Thames as will serve for the number of men, and send them on the Elbe or the Weser, when he will find means to ship them. If they desire to keep Duke Otho's men in their service, they must somewhat amend his son's living, or else help him out of debt and let him return to his father, as 500 crowns are not sufficient to maintain him in England. [Two pages.]

---- April 20. Antwerp. William Dansell to the Lord Protector. Sends packet from John Dymock at Bremen, who desires its instant despatch, and to know whether Dansell has orders to supply him with money for the King's service. Has provided such munitions as he had charge to do; and has acquired money sufficient to pay the King's debt, due on 20th May, at 13 per cent., without taking any goods with it.

If more money be wanted for his Majesty, he can procure to the extent of 100,000l. for 14 per cent., without taking any wares with it; this is not overmuch, as the Emperor himself even to his own subjects pays 15, 16, and often 18 per cent. [One page.]

--- April 24. Harburg. John Dymock to the Lord Protector. Letter of credence for Andries Ryenhorde, Chancellor to Duke Otho of Lunenburg, sent to England upon business of his master. [One page.]

--- April 25. Greenwich. The Council to William Dansell. Have received his letter of the 20th, and replied to Dymock by the inclosed. Lazarus Tucker has informed them by Bruno that he expects payment on the 15th of May, the day on which the money is due, or else that he shall have notice before then that the King will take longer day; wherefore desire him to arrange with Tucker for the continuance of the loan at 12 per cent. Decline to borrow more at the per-centage mentioned in his letter, and show how the Emperor's financial arrangements are made, in a manner very different from that of the King's Majesty. [Two pages. Draft.]

--- April 27. Hamburg. John Dymock to the Lord Protector and the Council. His difficulties are entirely from want of ships, which if he had, his men would be ready in ten days, and be embarked at one tide. Constant trafficking goes on between the Kings of France and Denmark, the Rhinegrave, and others. 

The post which he sent into Denmark to Sir John Borthwick has returned bringing back his letters, as Sir John had left the King's Court and gone to Sweden; but he has written to him by a post sent from the Lords of these cities to the King of Sweden, and is in expectation daily of a reply. 

The King of Denmark, being much ruled by his Councillors, who are all imperialists, will receive the Interim, and has written to the Lords of Hamburg that they should do the like. It is reported that the Duke of Wirtemberg has received the Interim, and his subjects have raised against him 16,000 men, who carry a black ensign, having on one side a crucifix and on the other a plough. Captain Hackford has sent to offer men on certain terms; if they accept them, they must order money to be sent from Antwerp. [Four pages.]

--- April 29. Greenwich. The Council to William Dansell. Inform him that Charles de Guevara, a Spaniard, has engaged to conduct hither 100 horsemen, to be at Calais by the 7th of June, and desire him to advance to the said Guevara a certain sum (left blank), taking security for its repayment in case the contract shall not be fulfilled. Also to pay to a certain Albanois in prest for him and other 30 Albanois an amount (likewise left blank). [One page. Draft.]

--- May 5. Hamburg. John Dymock to the Lord Protector and the Council. Has this day their letter of the 13th ult., the bearer having been fruitlessly detained at Brussels. Will do his best to procure the full number of 2,000 men, whom he will send by sea, having obtained the good will of the Lords of Hamburg to embark them within seven leagues of Hamburg, but they do not wish this to be known. 

Desires to know his Majesty's pleasure whether those sent by land shall remain at Boulogne and so on to Scotland, and whether the others shall go by ship to Berwick or Boulogne, because he hears that the French King will have to do with Boulogne this summer with a great company, only that the Emperor do let him of his pass. 

Brings with him a very good captain and a tall man as leader and governor of these men, in case anything should happen to Courtpening. Does not know what Courtpening means by allowing so many soldiers to come away daily, as they do; and those who come give such evil report of him, that all are loth to serve under him. 

Recommends that he and Mr. Brend should be written to. If his Majesty wants 300 horsemen well appointed to come by water, Anthony Rassow, Governor of one of Duke Ollof of Holstein's towns on the sea coast, will gladly serve on the same terms as Captain Hackford has, and asks three French crown on every horse till he arrives in England. Has paid Duke Otho of Lunenburg his half year's pension. [Two pages.]

---- May 6. [Hamburg.] Same to same. To the like effect, and almost in the same terms as the preceding letter. Courtpening much complained of, "for it is said that men there are more ordered like beasts than Christians, both in the scarcity of victuals and payment." The Duke of Holstein is named Hans, not Ollof. [Three pages, considerably injured.]

--- May 11. Hamburg. Same to same. Has received their letters of the 25th April. Because Sir Philip Hoby has only got passport for 500 men, Dymock has the good will of the Lords here to wink at his embarking his soldiers at Friburg, seven leagues hence. The name of the captain who is to accompany them is Walderdon. Hackford is well known here, and little esteemed but to be a great braggart. 

He has in his company under him the Earl of Ritburgh, whom Dymock knows very well to be a great mutineer; for he served before Boulogne with Eytel Wolff, and what ado he made there is not unknown to some of their Lordships. Has this morning been sent for to Lubeck, by one of the Lords there, because of the arrival at Holy-haven, eight leagues distant therefrom, of a large Scottish ship, with much munition and 80 men and a Lord, who is now in Lubeck, and intends to land all kind of munition for the wars. Wishes it were possible to disappoint him, both of his ship and his goods, with the help of the said Lords. [Two pages and a half.]

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May 25. Greenwich. Minute of Council to William Dansell. Inform him that they have bargained with John Cooke for 500 quintals of saltpetre, and 1,000 harquebuses, after the Italian sort. Direct him to try the harquebuses, and, if found good, to pay Cooke on their arrival in England, as certified by Sir Michael Stanhope's letter to Cooke. [One page.]

--- May 25. Greenwich. Minute from Sir Michael Stanhope to Cooke. According to his letter of the 18th has moved the Protector, who directs that payment for the saltpetre and harquebuses shall be made to him by Mr. Dansell. Likewise for the "Colen cliffs," according as his Grace has written for the demi-lances; "those which be of the old form will do no man service, no man here will wear them, and therefore it shall be but loss to send them." Farther, with reference to the provision of bullion. [One page.]

--- May 25. Antwerp. William Dansell to the Lord Protector. Is much grieved to find by the letter of his Grace, sanctioned by the other Lords of the Council, that his doings should have been taken in such ill part when he considered himself rather entitled to thanks. Recapitulates his dealings with Lazarus Tucker, as certified by his letter of the 3d inst., and enters into full explanations as to the supply of money and delivery of the bullion purchased by Thomas Gresham and him from Tucker for the advantage of the realm, in refutation of the rumour in London alluded to in the Council's letter of the 17th. Refers to his letter of the 17th. The prices of various kerseys, lead, and bell-metal suggested to be sent, if the money payable in September is not to remain at interest for another year. The prices asked by Cooke for the saltpetre and harquebuses are higher than those for which the same are offered to Dansell. [Seven pages.]

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[alanmerrill]

Just in, some great shots from three shows with my band the last week of November 2019 at the LIC Bar, The Delancey and The Shrine! Amy Madden on bass, Mark Brotter drums, special guest at The Shrine, and LIC Bar Jon Paris. Photos by Rie Mukai. #TheShrine #TheDelancey #LICBar

[jimhair]

I’ve always admired the ceramics made by Lucie Rie and on my first trip to England and Wales in 1987 I stopped by her home and studio at Albion Mews. In 1937 Lucie’s ceramics won a silver medal at the Paris International Exhibition (the exhibition for which Pablo Picasso painted Guernica) but when she left Vienna in 1938 to escape the Nazis and live in London, her work wasn’t accepted. At the time Bernard Leach and the folk pottery esthetic dominated sales so Lucie supported herself by making ceramic buttons. When I visited, my five year old daughter was allowed to pick a button as a gift. Some of her buttons are now on display at the Victoria and Albert Museum, and the others she bequeathed to her close friend the Japanese designer Issey Miyake. I asked when her personal ceramics became successful, and as she poured me a strong cup of coffee from a beautiful pot given to her by Bernard Leach, she said that once he promoted her work, she didn’t need to make buttons anymore. Lucie Rie, Ceramic Artist, London 1987 #holocaustremembranceday #earth #human #family #love #social #documentary #artist #people #portrait #photography @hasselblad #hasselblad #camera #120 @kodak #ektachrome #film #photography #filmisnotdead #istillshootfilm #pdx #portland #nw #northwest #leftcoast #oregon #streetphotography #ishootfujifilm @hasselbladculture Kodak Ektachrome Hasselblad 500 c 80mm Distagon https://www.instagram.com/jimhair/p/CZPbh35JRRJ/?utm_medium=tumblr