#artiste Parisienne

[artmialma]

Maurice Milliere (1871-1946)

[diioonysus]

favorite artists (6/10): cheri herouard (1881-1961)

[thefugitivesaint]

Anne Harriet Fish (1890-1964), ''La Vie Parisienne'', February & August 1924 Advertisements for Adbulla Cigarettes. Fish had a wonderful style that was sometimes marred by questionable depictions of race.

[libertynstyle]

[decayayhagfishh]

I cried at school 2day so i drew Kou ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

i drew him as Niigo because urm hoo boy...

also ignore the small images and stuff, i was in genuine distress because uhhh uhhh uhmm that girl is a real crowd pleaser

and don't mention that i forgot his omamori in the middle or i will cry

I genuinely feel like doodoodookiecrap lately i just want to disappear without anyone even remembering me i feel embarrassed

[blondebrainpowered]

La Vie Parisienne, 1924, France

Illustrator: Cheri Herouard

[cursed-iris]

"oh, mon amour."

what if i was a magician whose tricks put the audience in life-threatening danger and you were a tightrope walker that could make people hallucinate.

[zengamuzi]

Untitled Smoker, 2023

Oil ,Acrylic on canvas

[lu3velifee]

Paris💞🎊

[furlantravelfashionblogger]

📍 Cathédrale d'Amiens ,France❤🇲🇫

📷:@polduto (Ig

[guillaumechocu]

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[non-conventionnel]

Excerpt from the historical novel: 'Memories of Recurrent Echoes' by Anton Sammut

“The twins spend their second day in Paris at the Louvre.

''... Really great geniuses, eh Fritz? One could barely call them human beings.''

'' As a matter of fact, I don't think they were... just superior beings from some other planet... perhaps from the same one that gave us Mozart and Plato, for it's impossible that a mere human being create such monumental works.''

''Wonderful...”

[the-cricket-chirps]

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Yvette Guilbert

ca. 1864

[cindylovesthis]

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 - No place to be, but here with you. 💘 𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 @ch_void . . . . . #fashion #painting #beauty #wellness #innerbeauty #handdrawn #artillustration #fashionillustrationoftheday #beautyillustration #ootd #cindylovesthis #qotd #drawing #contemporaryart #editorial #illustration #illustrator #womenwhodraw #artist #parisienne #figurativeart #drawingoftheday #independentartist #colorful #selfacceptance #art #selflove #illustratoroninstagram #abstractart #valentines https://www.instagram.com/p/CqRG12SBWEV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[zyonsay]

Parisienne im Mund SKI AGGU

Summary: Shooting the Balla Balla MV!

Reader: Genderneutral

Warnings: Smoking

Now playing: 'Balla Balla' by Ski Aggu

AN: Heya everyone! Finally some Ski Aggu content! I feel like there's such a lack of fics about him, which probably is since he's a german artist who doesnt cater to anyone besides german speakers- At least thats how i imagine it?? Anyways! This was really hard to write cuz in my mind lil bro does NOT speak english, which makes it sooo difficult for me to make him speak english. Idk, maybe im just yapping. Alsooo!! I mostly write male readers but i thought since theres barely any ski aggu fics i‘d give a lil treat to fem aligned people too :)

 Die, die ich date, hat uns Karten für die Oper gekauft Doch ich kann heut nicht, weil ich mich mit meinen Govas besauf' Jemand legt mir eine Peitsche, doch die macht mir nichts aus, Weil ich hab' viele tolle Ranzen wie Scout

A row of dressed up people stood around, waiting for their cue. You were currently doing a favor for your friend from Hamburg, Luca. Recently he made more time for his main passion, filming music videos and social media content. Long story short, his buddy needed a bunch of people for a music video and since you owe him a favor, you gladly came along.

Ja, ich bin ein heißer Atze, ich tanz' bauchfrei im Club Hol' meinen Perso raus, doch nicht, weil ich mich ausweisen muss

The camera panned around the entrance of the club and music filled the room. Just beforehand you were personally introduced to the man in whose music video you’d appear.

“Hey, das ist Y/N. Basically meine rechte Hand.” Luca placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you slightly into him while smiling widely. “Oh hey, danke fürs kommen!”, you blinked for a second, your german was sadly quite rusty. “Oh umm, sorry but my german is absolute shit.”, you pursed your lips shyly. The young guy in front of you smiled. “No problem! I’m Aggu by the way.” He held his hand out to dap you up. You interlinked your own hand with his. “Nice to meet you, love your music.” A genuine smile spread across your lips, which he immediately mirrored. He was known to wear a ski mask, but right now you were glad to be able to look into his blueish grey eyes. Something was drawing you to him, maybe his sharp features, his messy blond hair or the crooked but sweet smile. “Thanks! I’ve heard so much about you from Luca.” You tilted your head, nudging your friend who was still next to you. “Only good things, right?”

The smoke machines were going ham and the air inside the rented club was getting way too hot. Someone had brought along a bubble gun, so colorful glycerin blobs now bobbed through the air and occasionally landed on a person’s head. “Ok, nächster Take in 3, 2, 1!” Luca began filming and just how the instructions earlier had said, everybody started jumping around and dancing, mimicking the nightlife at a club. Music boomed trough a speaker, helping Aggu keep the pace and time his gestures correctly. The lights flashed, you purposely spilled your drink while dancing, the messier it looked, the better. It all began to feel more and more like a fever dream. Aggu had lit a cigarette and was wildly gesturing at the camera while singing to the lyrics, the melody of which flowed through the crowd.

Ich rapp' darüber, was in meinem Leben passiert, Treff' 'ne Granate im Backi, die meine Nägel lackiert, woah, mh Sie sagt mir: „Komm, wir gehen von hier“ Weil der Backstage Arsch ist wie ich später bei ihr.

Next up was a scene at the backstage, Luca had insisted stubbornly that you should play in that scene. Two seats were smushed into a corner and a few things were thrown around to make it look messy. You propped yourself in one of those seats, facing Aggu. He was rapping about something something nail polish, but all you knew is that you had to whisper in his ear for a take. Carefully, you leant closer to him, your back was turned against the camera. His scent was intoxicating, a light hint of smoke lingered on him. Feeling a bit cheeky, you laid your hand on the front of his shoulder, practically resting yourself against him. A slight flush spread across your cheeks at the proximity, you were thankful that the camera wasn’t filming your face.

Aggu leant over the bar and let out an exhausted huff. “Fertig!”, Luca grinned from one ear to another. The takes you had now were pretty damn good and even though it was fun, everybody was happy to finish the video shooting. “You ok?” You spun around on one of the barstools. “Hm?”, he hummed while tiredly lifting his head from where he was resting it, buried in his arms. “Yeah, just tired. But I’m happy with how it turned out.” You nodded lightly, stopping your endless spinning. “C’mon, I’ll sponsor you a Cig.” Even under the ski goggles you could see his eyes light up.

You placed a cigarette between your lips and then held out your pack of Parisiennes to him. The two of you were sat on the step of some stairs at the back entrance of the club, your legs touching. “You got fire?”, a slightly embarrassed look flashed over your face. Somehow you always forgot to bring your lighter – or you lose it by the time you need it. “Mhm.” Aggu hummed. He had taken the ski goggles off and once again you found yourself glancing at his eyes. He expected you to take the lighter into your own hands, but you just held your cigarette in place and leaned in towards him. A few strands of hair loosened and fell into your face. He couldn’t help his breath hitching at the closeness, he could smell your cologne. It smelled like green tea mixed with a minty undertone, or to put it differently, a breath of fresh air. It took Aggu a second to register your movement, but he then reached his lighter forward, holding the flame to the cigarette between your lips. The orange light illuminated your face and made it glow; he was mesmerized. Your eyes fluttered open and you caught him looking at you, a slight smile spread across your lips.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Parisienne im Mund, ich bin ein toller Macker

With a sweet, slightly stupid grin he lit his own cigarette. A light chuckle escaped you, he seemed to fancy you as much as you fancied him. He took a long drag of his cigarette before leaning against your shoulder, the nicotine rush fuzzing up his mind.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Ihr Swag 2010, sie trägt einen Rock mit Brakka