#and the quay and the history

[navybluetriangles]

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[yesterdaysprint]

Sitting on the Quay, Seine, Paris, 1949

[georges-dufrenoy]

Georges Dufrenoy (1870 - 1943)

"Paris, Quai de l'hôtel de ville"

75 x 101 cm - Huile sur carton 1917

[thatshowthingstarted]

Moai Head, Chile, Between circa 1250 and circa 1500,

Basalt, H 170 cm (66.9 in) , W 100 cm (39.3 in), Thick 90 cm (35.4 in) 

Collection Musée du Quai Branly, Paris.

[clairvoyantuwaa]

pra mim isso aqui grita "eu sou uma pessoa rasa que quer se pagar de inteligente mas na realidade eu não dou a mínima nem pra arte, nem pra história, nem pro contexto em que a arte é posta e feita" tipo.... para de ser tão ignorante ou em primeiro lugar nem posta uma coisa dessas 🙃mas que coisa

[morporkian-cryptid]

Welcome to

🇯🇵Elliott's Japan Trivia Corner!🇯🇵

Where you can learn random stuff about Edo-era Japan (and sometimes other periods) from your local neurodivergent nerd ✌️✨️

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So y'all have heard of Kabuki right? If you haven't, it was the more popular form of theatre during Edo (by opposition to the more intellectual nō theatre), and it's got awesome makeup and fun flashy costumes.

Like a lot of cool things, it was created by women, who where then slowly driven out of it by men 🙃 But it was also super queer! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Kabuki originated from female travelling entertainers, then later welcomed male actors. Plays mostly happened in the pleasure districts, and they eventually kinda merged with prostitution. Long story short, if theatre-goers really fancied one of the actresses, they could go home with her for a reasonable fee 💸

The shogun, who didn't like many things and especially did not like fun, decided that this was unacceptable. And that the best course of action was obviously to ban women from performing kabuki.

Wanna guess what happened ?

That's right. The exact same thing continued, but with male prostitutes instead 👍 Good job, shogun.

Male actors playing female roles were called onnagata, and they were considered an ideal of feminine grace and beauty, that all the Edo-era women tried to copy. Which, if you've ever been to a drag show, is pretty understandable imho 💅

(Some onnagata apparently stayed in feminine attire even off-stage, which I personally cannot interpret differently than "Me? 🏳️‍⚧️Trans🏳️‍⚧️?? Noooooo, you misunderstand, I'm just reeeaaallyyy into method acting! 🤞")

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in Irish History | 14 July:

In the Liturgical calendar, it is the Feast Day of Idus of Leinster, an Irish saint of the fifth century. He is said to be a disciple of Saint Patrick, who baptised him, he was made bishop of Alt-Fadha in Leinster by Patrick. 1749 – Birth of Matthew Lyon in Co Wicklow. Lyon attended school in Dublin, before emigrating to America where he worked as a printer, farmer, soldier and politician,…

[justalittlebluetiefling]

do you think ludinus has that crystal quay recorded or do you think he possibly got a hold of patia’s orb? those are the only two things I can think of that would’ve mentioned laerryn and lasted long enough to be found

Honestly I would be shocked if he had either. The orb seems like it would be the most likely candidate to earn a reappearance if one of the EXU Calamity artifacts were going to, but I doubt Ludinus would be the one to have it.

[scotianostra]

Leamington Lift Bridge.

Pics of and from the bridge.

Built in 1906, the bridge is constructed from a wooden deck that can be raised between two gantries to give a clearance of 9 feet (2.7 m) below.

The bridge was installed around 1906 where Fountainbridge crossed the canal replacing a previous bridge built in 1869, at that time it was close to Chalmers Buildings where I used to live When the canal was shortened in 1922 to make Lochrin Basin the terminus it was moved to its present site

Whilst the bridge is not open to cars, there is a lattice girder footbridge which allows pedestrians to cross when the deck is raised for boats, this is where I took the third pic from.

In 2018, the bridge required an internal inspection and assessment to determine the current structural condition. Based on the outcomes of the inspection, essential work was required to replace certain sections of the bridge.

[goblin-ahoy]

Bordeaux

[histoirededire]

Mexica, les trésors du Templo Mayo dévoilés au Quai Branly !

Le musée du quai Branly - Jacques Chirac dévoile en ce moment une merveilleuse exposition retraçant l’histoire des Mexica (intitulée Mexica, des dons et des dieux au Templo Mayor). Ce peuple, installé connu sous le nom d’Aztèques, est présenté sous un jour nouveau. C’est le terreaux fertile d’une découverte inédite la cité de Tenochtitlan, détruite par les colons espagnols. Grâce à un regard aiguisé construit avec près de cinquante années de recherches archéologiques sur cette histoire mésoaméricaine, l’exposition retrace les travaux focalisés sur la culture, l’art ou encore l’architecture de cette civilisation.

Ces recherches, effectuées par des professionnels passionnés, sont présentées dans un parcours dense et particulièrement riche. Organisée avec le concours de l’Institut national d’anthropologie et d’histoire de Mexico (INAH), l’exposition comporte plusieurs thématiques qui permettent d’envisager le peuple Mexica avec beaucoup de curiosité.

La visite débute par le visionnage d’une vidéo qui a pour but d’introduire le contexte historique qui donne d’importantes clés de compréhension aux visiteurs. Particulièrement dense en informations, dates et personnages historiques, la vidéo peut s’avérer difficile à appréhender. Tout débute dans les années 1970 lorsque des trésors archéologiques sont découverts, c’est le Templo Mayor, lieu emblématique de cette civilisation qui refait surface. Mais pas d’inquiétude, la suite de l’exposition développe grand nombre de ces points dans un dédale de cartels d’exposition, d’objets et de cartes.

Utiliser des vidéos dans le cadre d’expositions à thématiques historiques permet d’introduire ou d’approfondir des sujets dans un format alliant plusieurs supports. En effet, le visuel joue un rôle prépondérant et souvent permet au public de se souvenir de certaines choses marquantes. La narration orale joue aussi dans la retention d’informations. Les vidéos sont présentes à plusieurs moments de l’exposition et traitent de multiples manières des archives Mexica. On y retrouve donc des explications historiques (comme évoqué précédemment), mais aussi des entretiens issus des chercheurs se focalisant sur le Templo Mayor ou de courtes vidéos sur des exemples de sacrifices.

L’objectif de cette publication n’est pas de vous divulguer la totalité des supports de médiations proposés par l’équipe derrière la muséographie et les nombreuses installations. Je souhaite évoquer un support particulièrement marquant quant à son contenu, mais aussi par rapport à sa forme.

Le calendrier rituel, appelé « Tonalpohualli », a une place de choix dans le voyage proposé par le quai Branly. Une grande reproduction dudit calendrier occupe l’espace comme une imposante statue au centre d’une pièce et se trouve placée devant deux écrans, présentant les explications des informations gravées à même la pierre. L’installation permet de comprendre les éléments charnières du calendrier tout en découvrant certaines déités et croyances des Mexica. La narration accompagnée de ce jeu de lumières et vidéo permet une immersion dans cet univers qui m’était inconnu.

Il serait dommage de ne pas mentionner l’importance donnée à tous les objets retrouvés au Templo Mayor présentés dans ce parcours. Vitrines, et présentoirs interviennent en simultanée avec les sculptures, cartes et graphiques pour ériger un circuit d’exposition étoffé. Assurément, une cohésion est présente. La société Mexica accordait une valeur indéniable aux symboles et à leur capacité fédératrice dans sa culture. On retrouve beaucoup de pierres volcaniques, mais aussi des bijoux dans un bel état de conservation, des métaux travaillés et des sculptures à l’effigie des dieux craints comme adulés. Pour approfondir ce point, les sacrifices humain étaient constituants dans une partie des rites présentés. Et l’exposition présente plusieurs récipients creusés dans des pierres monumentales utilisées pour récolter le sang, certains organes ou les os des sacrifiés. De fait, certains éléments sous vitrines peuvent choquer les publics non-avertis ou les plus jeunes. Ces sacrifices étaient réalisés pour pléthore de raisons, que je vous laisse découvrir.

Enfin, je souhaitais également souligner le rôle essentiel des cartels d’information présents tout au long du parcours tant il donne à chacun des détails nécessaires à la compréhension des outils, objets, sacrifices, coutumes et croyances présentés. Je ne peux que vous encourager à y mettre les pieds et à ouvrir votre curiosité à ce bout d’histoire de l’Amérique, c’est jusqu’au dimanche 08 septembre 2024 !

Chloé Schaeffer. Billet publié le 30/04/2024.

[rapha-reads]

Things from IWTV episode 10 (s2ep03) I noticed:

- the French is good this time! I still wonder if it's the actors themselves or dubbing. But it's actually understandable for a French-native person, and the language itself is exquisite. Wondering now if those lines are picked up from the book in Anne Rice's own pen, the translation of the books, or they're original lines written for the show by a French writer who has a splendid style.

- I just really loved the Armand flashback, both because of the language, and because it opens up the veil on the history of vampire covens throughout the centuries. Also we get to see more Lestat, this time Armand's Lestat and that's always a win.

- Armand is right about both Louis being broken and Claudia being pushed to the limits of how long she can accept this life of hers. I absolutely do not trust Armand, he's twisting the narrative for his own purpose (that I don't know because I haven't read the books yet), but still, he's a good judge of character. Can't not be one and survive for 500+ years I guess.

- the Loustat scenes, on the quai de Seine, in the bar and in the park, were insane.

- was that Sartre? Did. Did they just cameo'd in Sartre for the lols? Man, Paris.

- speaking of Paris, I know it was actually filmed in Prague, but man, I felt like I was back there. That Seine promenade, that's the one I walked countless times in my years living there. I could recognise the pavements like I was still there.

- Santiago's fed uppppp with Louis' BS. And he's definitely laughing at Claudia. Calling her "puce"... It's funny because in French, "ma puce" is a term of endearment, like "my darling", but indeed literally it means "my flea", so for an English-native like Claudia, it could be seen as literally being called the smallest, lowest member of the coven (like Delainey says in the episode insider), but for a French-native, it's like the coven is calling her sweetheart. And then they give her that dress and tell her she's going to play a kid for the bext 50 years, the one thing she hates being reminded of the most, and you go "ooooh. Oh, no, honey. They bad. This is bad." Clau's about to Break. Knowing how her story goes, I'm not sure I'm ready for that.

- Danny boy felt subdued this time. Like he's still reeling from Louis' invasion in the last episode, and now that Talamasca agent invading his laptop, he's feeling attacked on all sides and he's floundering to get back up again. That said, the scene with just him and Armand was particularly intense. You can sense how yearning Armand is, and how destabilised Daniel feels under Armand's gaze. In other words, that vampire really wanna fuck that old guy, and the old guy doesn't know how to feel about it but he's definitely feeling the intensity.

Need to read those books yesterday.

[beedreamscape]

"Blah blah blah Laerryn's only record in history ever is from Ludinus blah blah blah how tragic blah blah blah history forgot her blah blah blah"

I'M SORRY EXCUSE ME YOU THINK LOQUATIUS SEELIE DID JUST ONE RECORDING TALKING ABOUT LAERRYN??? YOU THINK IT'S JUST THOSE LAST ONES IN HIS LAST 12H OF LIFE???

YOU'LL TRY AND CONVINCE ME HE DIDN'T LEAVE A TRAIL ACROSS EXANDRIA OF HIS LOVE FOR THIS WOMAN!?

YOU THINK NOT EVEN ONE EXANDRIAN HISTORIAN FOUND HIS YEARS OF REPORTING HE DID ACROSS THE PLANET AND YOU THINK NOT ONCE HE MENTIONED THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD HIS IMMEASURABLY BRILLIANT WIFE

LAERRYN WANTED TO BE REMEMBERED AND DAMN IF QUAY DIDN'T MAKE SURE OF THAT

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Indigenous people welcome return of 16th-17th century cloak to Brazil

The return of a Tupinambá cloak made from red guará bird feathers to Brazil, after more than three centuries in storage in Denmark, was a reason for celebration among the indigenous people in southern Bahia. The Danish National Museum donated the artifact to the National Museum in Rio de Janeiro.

The Brazilian museum confirmed the cloak's arrival on July 11 and announced plans to exhibit the piece in the coming weeks.

However, ten other similar cloaks, also made from guará feathers, remain in European museums, according to a survey by American researcher Amy Buono from Chapman University in California, USA.

According to the research, there are four more cloaks in the National Museum of Denmark, in addition to the one that was returned to Brazil. The Natural History Museum of the University of Florence, Italy, holds two others. Additionally, Tupinambá cloaks can be found in the Museum of Cultures in Basel, Switzerland; the Royal Museum of Art and History in Brussels, Belgium; the Quai Branly Museum in Paris, France; and the Ambrosian Library in Milan, Italy.

Continue reading.

[sgiandubh]

Dear 'Hi, darling' Anon

You are so polite and I am so sorry. But I am not going to publish your ask here. The question has been asked before, in many different ways, which tells me a lot about this fandom's - maybe understandable - impatience. The reason I will not answer it in here is simple: as tempted as I might be, I will not write the damn script.

I am an optimist and I believe these two are good people. It is as simple as that.

However, what I can and will do for you, is to tell you a real French story I will try to sum up as best as possible. You take out of it whatever you want. I am just the narrator, here.

I suppose you are not very familiar with this guy, are you?

His name was François Mitterrand, and from 1981 to 1995 he was the President of the French Republic. A cunning, even ruthless politician, he managed the feat of uniting a French Left in shambles and leading it back to power after more than twenty years on the opposition benches. He truly was the master of all combinations, with an almost diabolic sense of human nature and a cult for secrecy and privacy. So much so, that even in a country like France (where people are rather fond of gossip and backstage gaming, provided all of this is masterfully executed) he was nicknamed both 'The Florentine', in an expected parallel to Machiavelli, by politicos & pundits, and 'Tonton' (Uncle), by all the rest of the nation.

His only weakness was to have led a double life for 30 years.

A scion of a deeply Catholic bourgeois family of vinegar distillers from Jarnac, Mitterrand married the atheist and radical Danielle Gouze in 1944. They met in harsh times, while he was one of the chiefs of the French Résistance, after being an underling of Marshal Pétain's Nazi collaborating puppet regime, based in Vichy. They never divorced, even if the couple became increasingly estranged after the birth of three sons, in rapid succession. She found solace in the arms of a Corsican sports instructor and he, by now a rising star of French politics, went his merry way with probably hundreds of affairs. I bet you couldn't tell, by simply looking at his official portrait, but hey - never judge a book by its cover.

By the autumn of 1965, Mitterrand started his lifelong affair with Anne Pingeot, an Art History student at the fabulous Ecole du Louvre, hailing from a well-heeled family in Clermont-Ferrand. She met him in 1957, while vacationing with her parents in Hossegor, a posh summer resort on the Atlantic coast. Both families stroke up a polite holiday friendship, so when Anne went to study in Paris, Madame Pingeot naturally asked 'François' to keep an eye on her daughter. It took him two years to seduce her, with flowers, daily letters, books, midnight walks, art exhibitions, concerts, lies, stories, restaurants and drama - Frenchmen really, really are unparalleled at this cat and mouse game. They never broke up and if Mitterrand never was exclusively attached to her, she remained the love of his life until his very last day on Earth.

The only real crisis moment in this stars aligned story came in 1973, when Anne really wanted out of the whole charade. She wanted a younger partner, an easier plot and (of course) a child. He relented. Mazarine was born in December 1974, in the deepest possible secrecy, somewhere in Southern France (this is a well-known plot device in any good French Nineteenth century novel, by the way). Her father legally recognized her only in 1984, via a simple notary statement. From 1981 to 1995, the second family shared an apartment in a building reserved for the Elysée Palace top level public servants, on Quai Branly, in Paris. At the same time, Mitterrand kept his usual home on rue de Bièvre, steps away from Notre Dame cathedral, on the Left Bank and made sure he was regularly seen there by the press, the paparazzi and the odd passerby. Anne and Mazarine were always monitored by the President's security detail, of course.

Did people know? Many did and at least as many didn't have a clue. Mitterrand was a master at separating his social life into concentric zones, but even as such, lots of people in his intimate circle had no idea he was a new father to that little girl whose toys they sometimes saw in the trunk of his official car, or who happened to be around at political gatherings. They simply assumed the toys belonged to his grand-daughters, the fugitive appearance was a relative and in general, they knew better than asking questions. Sometimes, he joked in interviews, as in 1986, when he told, on a very relaxed tone, to French TV star journalist Yves Mourousi "a certain little miss of my acquaintance told me I have to be more chébran (slang for also slang branché - trendy) and as you see, I am doing my best". Nobody batted an eyelid. When Mazarine dutifully wrote on her first day at school, sometime around 1983, "President of the French Republic" under the Father's job entry on the yearly data sheet every pupil must fill in, the headmistress thought she was joking and never brought it up again. Some of her school friends were even invited for pajama parties at Souzy-la-Briche, at the time the week-end residence of the French President, and even met Mitterrand. Nobody ever spoke.

But some people did know and could not exactly remain silent. When Françoise Giroud, a legend of French journalism, published, in 1983, at the Mazarine publishing house (!), her roman à clef (novel with a key), Le bon plaisir (As He Saw Fit), heavily alluding to the Mitterrand situation, she was forced by her editor to write a very clear frontpage disclaimer. She also had to tinker a bit with details: it was a boy, not a girl, etc. But when venomous polemist Jean-Edern Hallier, disgruntled that his support efforts were left unrewarded, wrote a tell-all pamphlet  L'Honneur perdu de François Mitterrand (François Mitterrand's Lost Honor), in 1984, the manuscript mysteriously vanished without a trace (the book appeared, however, after Mitterand's death, in 1996).

All was revealed in 1995, by a paparazzi photograph being published by the reliable people's magazine Paris Match, with no intervention of the French Presidency administration to stop it. On its cover, a by now terminally ill with cancer Mitterrand was seen standing with Mazarine in front of the (wonderful) fish restaurant Le Divellec, in Paris, under the caption (I will never forget it): La fille cachée du Président (The President's Hidden Daughter). Body language was very clear (another caption: The tender gesture of a father):

And the good people of France could finally see Anne and Mazarine mourning him, on January 11, 1996, after he let himself die upon finding out that the disease attacked his brain:

First row, near the official family.

As I said, draw your own conclusions, Anon. I am not implying anything and I do not think, by any means, this is a copycat scenario. Two fifi la plume (= scoundrel, but also naïve) B-listers are not a powerful French politician, with a decisive influence on the country's society, media and secret services. The UK or the US are not France, never will be. The Eighties had no Facebook, no Twitter, no Internet and no cell phones, able and willing to turn just about anybody into a paparazzo. Mitterrand's fandom, if you want, was the Socialist Party and its army of ambitious technocrats, not the considerable mess that is the OL circus.

What I am implying, is that no secret, no matter how deeply buried, stays forever in the shadows. Have a little more patience and, damn it, faith.

I rest my case.

PS: Anne Pingeot is a Taurus. Don't mind me. I am just babbling, as usually. ;)

[morporkian-cryptid]

🇯🇵Elliott's Japan Trivia Corner🇯🇵

is back baby!

On the topic of kabuki theater (see also: male actors in female roles, the result of a shogun's ill advised attempt at limiting prostitution)

There's this dude called Ichikawa Danjuro VII, whom I find absolutely ✨fantastic✨.

👑The guy was very popular, a trend-setter, highly admired among the people of Edo, and apparently the greatest actor of his century. He was also 💖BFFs💖 with the most popular ukio-e (woodblock prints) artist of the time, and was portrayed on hundreds of ukio-e (they were kinda like celebrity magazines or collectible cards at the time).

👘Ichikawa was well known (among other things) for his signature kimono, that he wore onstage. It was embroidered with sickles, circles, and the character ぬ (nu), which put together read "kawamanu" : "I don't give a shit".

He was eventually banished from Edo for... -drumroll- dressing too fancy.

(Edo-era Japan had strict castes, with specific dress codes enforced by sumptuary laws; which the lower classes found new creative ways to circumvent every time the shogun passed a new one 😎)