#Singes

[heritagebrowser]

The Grande Singerie of the Château de Chantilly, a boudoir originally intended to house the porcelain of the Duke of Bourbon, offers a decor characteristic of the rocaille style mixing antics and Chinoiserie treated in a fanciful or allegorical way. It owes its name to the fact that the scenes represent monkeys serving men and vice versa.

These paintings on paneling, attributed to Christophe Huet (1700-1759), present an exceptional example of the taste quite common in the 18th century for Chinese oriental exoticism.

In 1710 the Château de Chantilly returned to Louis-Henri Bourbon-Condé (1692-1740), Duke of Bourbon who continued the development undertaken by his grandfather, the great Condé. The decor of the small castle was thus remodeled in 1737, the date of the execution of the Grande Singerie which is attributed to Christophe Huet, a renowned painter of paintings of animals and birds. But for a long time we hesitated about the author (Watteau, Claude Gillot, Audran?) because the archives do not reveal any payment made by the duke for the decor of the two antics: the Grande Singerie is one of the large apartments on the first floor while the Petite Singerie is located on the ground floor. However, recent restorations have revealed the date of execution of the boudoir: the inscription “1737” is painted on the block of marble that the monkey sculptor models. This is how we were able to eliminate the long-suspected authors: Watteau, who died in 1721, Claude Gillot, who died in 1722 and Claude Audran, who died in 1734. From then on, the decorations of the Singeries were attributed to Christophe Huet who, moreover, worked for the Condé family in 1734-1735. The workmanship and style of two other decorations still visible and created by Huet made it possible to make these connections: the Cabinet des Singes of the Hôtel de Rohan (today National Archives in Paris) in 1749-1752 and the Chinese Salon of Château de Champs-sur-Marne before 1755.

Huet was a student of Gillot and we know that he collaborated with Audran for the Château d'Anet in 1733. His style is borrowed from those of Berain, Audran and Watteau and Boucher. He had two collaborators: Dutour for the animals and Crépin for the landscapes.

[fidjiefidjie]

🐒 C'est l'heure ! 🍇

Au Népal, les singes adorent le raisin vert...

Source: Amazingnature

👋 Bel après-midi

[camillewyss]

Et le déni ne changera pas la réponse: on veut savoir d'où on vient!

[lissaleo]

La forêt des singes

[kiryuing]

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[beanofthequeens]

Jet from atla is so funny bc like, he's fighting zuko and taunting him being like "bet you wanna use some fire instead of those swords, dont u fireboy" which is a funny thing to say to a guy who is clearly very eager to fight using swords

[io-lu-art]

A tale of Ba Sing Se.

[demaparbat-hp]

Existential Nihilism Squad™

[geopsych]

Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3

[fidjiefidjie]

🦧 Partage du jour 🐢

Un bout de pomme ?🍎🫠

Source: Amazingnature

Bel après-midi 👋

[oidingus]

These two

[camillewyss]

Mais actuellement je vais bien!

[a-a-lost-munchkin]

I Can’t Help But Wonder

Odysseus, who just violently and mercilessly murdered 108 or so men, who claims in the next song that he’s no longer a kind or gentle man, actively listens to Telemachus and kindly and gently responds to everything his son’s expressed.

Telemachus asks, “Am I like you? Am I strong like you? Will you embrace me? Will you love and accept me as yours?” He says, “I’ve felt so alone.”

And Odysseus claims him in a heartbeat, answering, “My son. My boy. My sweetest joy I’ve ever known. I embraced you twenty years ago. I’d do the impossible for you. I’d die for you.” He says, “Seeing the men here today, I can only wonder what you’ve been through for twenty years. My son, you’re already strong. You’re my own. You’re not alone. I’m home.”

And then they fucking embrace.

[bruciemilf]

Batman isn’t a mask; It’s a leash. In this essay I will—