#coro earrings

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue February 1, 1955

Suzy Parker is wearing a blue tweed suit with beige accents. Long jacket in British wool with a polka dot silk tie. By Handmacher. Betmar hat, Coro earrings, Rosenfeld bag. Shalimar gloves.

Suzy Parker porte une tailleur en tweed bleutés, accents beiges.Veste longue en lainage britannique avec une cravate en soie à pois. Par Handmacher. Chapeau Betmar, les boucles d'oreilles Coro, sac Rosenfeld. Gants Shalimar.

Photo Roger Prigent vogue archive

[yourcoffeeguru]

Vintage CORO Stamped Aurora Rhinestones Clip On Earrings || SWtradepost

[memoriesofmartha]

Vintage Coro Blue Rhinestone Earrings || for sale

[clouds-by-me]

ok but what if sagau but the creator!reader actually acts like how they expect the creator to act. Like imagine…

You open your eyes, and blink. The brightness of the world being something you hadn’t seen in a long, after who knows how long of your eyes being closed, glued shut, the opening of your eyes again hurt ever so slightly.

You looked around, you stood on a large platform, seemingly in the sky. A star shape with circles surrounding it, was engraved in the ground, and you stood in the center. You stood in a glowing purple goo puddle, it covered the bottom of your shoes, and slowly moved towards you with every passing second. You looked up, now seeing every body before you, all bowed at your feet.

You smiled, pleasantly at them. Your creations.

“You may now stand.” Though not loud, you were heard. Your archons all stood, now looking at your figure in awe. It was you, their grace, their creator. “What has happened while i was away? Teyvat does not look the same…”

Before anyone else, Zhongli spoke. “The land has changed, your grace. You’ve been asleep for eons. There’s been wars and-“ you cut him off.

“War? War over what? What have you to fight over? Have I not given you all of what you want and need?” You look away, looking at the land, the way everything looked, it was so beautiful…

“Your grace, people are power hungry, and greedy, awfully so in fact.” You hummed in acknowledgement, looking at them. By now the glowing goo was gone, and you walked to to the group, standing in front of Venti first. You wrapped your arms around him, your hands finding his back. Your fingers gazed his back as if looking for something. Not before long, when you reached the spot between his shoulder blades, you’d found what you were looking for. Venti smiled, and giggled blissfully, when you touched the anemo sigil.

A gust of wind blew at the contact.

Then you continued to repeat this process with each of the archons. On zhongli’s chest, on the back of Ei’s neck, nahida’s right wrist, behind furina left ear, the pyro archons left shoulder, and the Coro archons cheek just next to her eye.

You take a step back, to look at all of them. You smiled at them, at that moment the sun that was setting in the background shined a little brighter. The orange and pinks of the sky reflected off the clouds, and the wind flowed. Various of kinds of flowers floated on the wind gracefully.

The group started at you, hearts beating in their chest, as they watched you seemingly glow in the setting sun’s raise.

As you look at them, you see a flicker to someone they used to be, a version of themselves that you haven’t seen in a long time. For a second they were something, a group from long ago, your archons that you knew. The ones you made. When they go back to their present form, you see what they’ve become.

They’re different. New. Not what you expected, but the change was nice, and they changed in such different ways. The change was welcomed, and warm.

“My archons, oh how I’ve missed you so.”

[voguefashion]

Ann Klem wearing a black and white knitted wool sweater by Geist & Geist with a black broadcloth skirt by Evan-Picone and a black knitted beret by Madcaps; gold earrings by Coro, and a black satin rectangular bag with gold hardware by Van S, photographed by Roger Prigent for American Vogue, October 1st 1952.

[gesray]

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1812984819/vintage-coro-clip-on-earrings Vintage Coro Clip on Earrings Silver Tone

[dailyashleighraichu]

Did the kiddos! Kinda simplified the hair for all of them cause I have trouble drawing hair. Besides that, made Joule’s ear markings bigger and added one to her tail to look similar to her siblings’ redesigns, and gave Coro and Taima little scarves along with some other edits!

OH GOODNESS THEY LOOK SO FREAKIN CUTE!!!

I'm so sorry that Taima and Joule's hair is hard to draw, it will happen again LMAO

I really love the colors on Taima! I know when I first designed her, I had a hard time implementing shiny Pikachu with shiny Dewott, but you did it so wonderfully, I really really like it!

AND THEIR FLUFF, OH MY GOODNESS, YOU HIT MY WEAKSPOT!!! I also love how Joule has little cheek fluff to match her siblings' whiskers, very nice touch!

[pastsplendors]

Clear Rhinestone Crystal Earrings Baguettes Chatons Signed Coro Flame Shape Clip On by PastSplendors http://dlvr.it/TB1jBY

[ochoislas]

Vivió primero sola en estas breñas, y cada pensar suyo era un faraute, vestido ya con la marina espuma, ya con la brisa o con la pronta llama, que ejecutaba al punto cuanto intento discurría: su padre tal virtud les imbuyó de trasvolar, correr, toda región que su fulgor alumbra.

Oceánides, dríades y oréadas, náyades de melena algosa, todas se prestan a sus órdenes por mar, bajo la tierra, y en las cuencas peñas, más hondo que raíz enmarañada, y en tuerto seno de tozudos robles, con ansia de vivir siempre a la luz de su presencia dulce, cual satélites.

«No ha de ser —replicó la maga virgen—; las fuentes que asperjaban los cabellos de tantas ninfas, restañadas mueren; olvidan su vigor los recios robles al dispersarse su postrera fronda; como una gota de relente el mar ya se consume, el terco centro pronto vendrá cual polvazal a disiparse,

»y una por una moriréis con ellos. Pues suspiro al pensar que tal suceda, y he de llorar cuando el tornado sol sonría a vuestra ruina, no queráis que os ame viendo el fin de vuestra raza. Si no puedo morir como vosotras, que luzcan vuestras hojas y los cursos que moráis me abran cauce. ¡Id! ¡Adiós!»

Dijo llorando, el manantial turquí chispeó con la lluvia de sus lágrimas, y las pequeñas órbitas trazaron por el lóbrego domo de la cueva, con luz voluble, eslabonados cercos. Un clamor escuchó del coro flébil de las remisas formas que partían, sobre canos arroyos, verdes selvas.

*

At first she lived alone in this wild home, And her own thoughts were each a minister, Clothing themselves, or with the ocean foam, Or with the wind, or with the speed of fire, To work whatever purposes might come Into her mind; such power her mighty Sire Had girt them with, whether to fly or run, Through all the regions which he shines upon.

The Ocean-nymphs and Hamadryades, Oreads and Naiads, with long weedy locks, Offered to do her bidding through the seas, Under the earth, and in the hollow rocks, And far beneath the matted roots of trees, And in the gnarled heart of stubborn oaks, So they might live for ever in the light Of her sweet presence—each a satellite.

'This may not be,' the wizard maid replied; 'The fountains where the Naiades bedew Their shining hair, at length are drained and dried; The solid oaks forget their strength, and strew Their latest leaf upon the mountains wide; The boundless ocean like a drop of dew Will be consumed—the stubborn centre must Be scattered, like a cloud of summer dust.

'And ye with them will perish, one by one;— If I must sigh to think that this shall be, If I must weep when the surviving Sun Shall smile on your decay—oh, ask not me To love you till your little race is run; I cannot die as ye must—over me Your leaves shall glance—the streams in which ye dwell Shall be my paths henceforth, and so—farewell!'—

She spoke and wept:—the dark and azure well Sparkled beneath the shower of her bright tears, And every little circlet where they fell Flung to the cavern-roof inconstant spheres And intertangled lines of light:—a knell Of sobbing voices came upon her ears From those departing Forms, o'er the serene Of the white streams and of the forest green.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

di-versión©ochoislas

[coastalqueries]

If you are a queer person who has a decent ear for music and can carry a tune I cannot overstate how incredible the experience of joining a queer chorus can be. Especially if you're not religious/lack an affirming religious community or other sort of built in larger social group. You get the opportunity to meet your peers but also people from other generations, from other backgrounds, who can help you and become friends or lovers or comrades. and there's nothing like looking out into a crowd of people who have come to watch you make art and celebrate you for being queer. There's nothing quite like it. Obviously not every location has them but there are more than you think — I was just at a festival in Minneapolis that had choruses not only from lesser known cities and towns throughout the US but also from other countries like Mexico, Estonia, and Taiwan among others! (Also if you're ever in or near Ciudad México in December or June please do yourself to favor of going to see Coro Gay de Ciudad México in concert, they will change your life)

You don't have to be a star singer or even all that good at reading music. Depending on the chorus, you may not even need to audition. (And I heard some absolutely incredible non-audition choruses last week, so it does not impact the quality.) You may need to pay, but many will offer reduced or waived fees for singers who need financial assistance. These are incredible arts organizations which provide community and belonging as well as advocacy at a time where it's sorely needed, and being part of that has been such a powerful experience for me and so many others.

[yourcoffeeguru]

Vintage CORO Stamped Aurora Rhinestones Clip On Earrings Prong-set Faceted || SWtradepost - ebay

[memoriesofmartha]

Vintage Coro Pegasus Star Earrings || for sale

[ro275805]

Joker Hanging out with Elementary Schoolers

Now that's a title.

So, after watching that second Coro Coro All-Star episode, my friend and I were joking about Joker being this (headcanoned) 16 year old surrounded by a bunch of elementary schoolers, and we started to talk about how funny pathetic Joker is because I can ABSOLUTELY SEE Joker hanging around and getting along with elementary schoolers because he's just so immature... well of course, until he doesn't get along with them, which is also inevitable.

For whatever reason, he's stuck hanging with some elementary schoolers for a period of time, and some of these kids think he's SO COOL, some even know him from TV broadcasts and news, so he might even be their bad influence idol.

Joker loves it when people worship and praise him--yes, even if they're kids because his personality is terrible--so he'd act like he doesn't care so much but he is LOVING the praise, and probably shows off a trick or two to the kids since they're being so insistent (he's annoyed, but not too much. Yet.)

Eventually one of the kids teases him or insults him because that's what kids do, because Joker inevitably does something that isn't COOL or the kid wants to be contrary about, and Joker, on the same level of an elementary schooler, gets into a 'I know you are but what am I' level of argument and petty squabble--

"Why do you wear a cape? Can't somebody grab it? What if it gets caught in something? Are you stupid?"

Joker gets INCREDIBLY offended, because capes are cool and he wouldn't make a rookie mistake like that. It's for the aesthetic. The cape is an incredibly important part of his outfit.

This kid basically calls his get-up cringe after that, 'it's worse than what a preschooler would make up', and that's when the argument completely breaks down.

The kid's just teasing him and saying kid things and Joker is trying to tell this kid how DISRESPECTFUL HE IS TO THE HISTORY OF PHANTOM THIEVES, DON'T YOU KNOW ALL THE BEST PHANTOM THIEVES WORE CAPES!?

and now you have a division of some ten year olds on his side nodding and going 'YEAH' and other ten year olds who are either completely disoriented or think it's really funny to tease Joker.

Initially the joke had started as 'Joker hangs with elementary schoolers because elementary schoolers understand him best' because his friends his age are SUCH A DRAG read: more mature and trying to hold him accountable and I do think he has much more shame and pride than to outright say he prefers to hang with elementary schoolers, but... Joker ends up indirectly saying this. dfjgiofgh

But of course he ends up actually around kids and they want to do kid things that he actually has grown out of a little bit, or they hit him back with his level of maturity, and then suddenly kids are AWFUL.

And if Hachi isn't there yet to do damage control, he arrives on the scene like JOKER'S MOM to pick up his disrespectful and terrible 16 year old child that is .5 seconds away from duking it out with a first grader.

And then of course when Joker's back on the Sky Joker he gets The Earful from Hachi where he's lectured for a good thirty minutes about accountability and maturity, Hachi who is probably no older than 11 but easily three times more mature in any given circumstance.

And of course this lecture is happening while Hachi is COOKING DINNER FOR JOKER in his FRILLY PINK APRON while Joker is stuck on the couch (if Joker moves or tries to sneak away Hachi gets scary stern because he needs to SIT THERE and be lectured so Joker is STUCK. ON. THAT. COUCH- or else Hachi's going back to live with his parents and if this sounds like a marital dispute that's not my fault djfogijh)

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue July 1953

Mary Jane Russell in a black, full-skirted cotton and nylon afternoon dress. By Jerry Greenwald. Satchel by Koret. Gloves by Superb. Earrings by Coro. Tied cap, velvet and Hattie Carnegie braid. The luminous lipstick, "Pink Parasol" by Alexandra de Markoff. Mary Jane Russell dans une robe d'après-midi noire, à jupe évasée, en coton et nylon. Par Jerry Greenwald. Cartable par Koret. Gants par Superb. Boucles d'oreilles par Coro. Casquette nouée, velours et galon Hattie Carnegie. Le rouge à lèvres lumineux, "Pink Parasol" d'Alexandra de Markoff.

Photo Karen Radkai vogue archive

[sayitaliano]

LA DISCOTECA ITALIANA | FABIO ROVAZZI ft. ORIETTA BERTI

(full video link | Rovazzi likes to make movie-like mvs with many special guests too)

Ti ho vista in giro con quell'aria da bandita I saw you around with that outlaw look Appena entrato sto cercando già l'uscita (I) Just got in (and) I'm already searching for the exit Per fare colpo ho detto più di una bugia To impress I said more than one lie L'Orchestra Casadei* non so nemmeno cosa sia The Casadei Orchestra I don't even know what it is *(very famous Romagna-based Orchestra guided by the family Casadei that plays Regional/local smooth-dance music since AGES ig -eg.-; if you ask most Italians, liscio = Casadei)

Che bella vita Io voglio il sushi e tu la trattoria What a beautiful life I want sushi you want the trattoria** Oddio, mi sembra un incubo da sveglio Gosh, it seems to me like (having) a nightmare when you're awake Confesso, mi hanno tirato in mezzo I confess, they got me caught in the middle (=they obliged me) Ma immagina se non ci fosse più But imagine if there wasn't anymore **(local type of restaurant with generally more traditional food)

La discoteca italiana The Italian discotheque Che mi fa ancora ballare la sera anche se sei lontana That still makes me dance at night even if you're far Piena di luci fino al mattino Filled with lights until morning Mi ha fatto battere il cuore dagli anni Settanta ai Duemila It made my heart beat from the 70s' to the 2000s' E mai una volta che ci chiamino ad Ibiza And never once did they called for us in Ibiza (=nobody called them to ask them to sing/join one the parties in Ibiza)

Finiamo sempre alla Balera dell'Ortica We always end up at the Balera*** dell'Ortica Per fare colpo ho detto più di una bugia To impress I said more than one lie La rissa di stasera è quasi tutta colpa mia Tonight's brawl is almost all my fault (=it almost started only cause of me) ***(balera = Romagna's typical dance-hall where people dances smooth dance. It can be also an open-air dance-hall. "Dell'Ortica" can be the name or the place/district. Ortica = nettle -plant-)

Che bella vita What a beautiful life Non devo fare niente domattina I have nothing to do tomorrow morning Torniamo con il fischio nell'orecchio We come back (home) with a hiss in the ear Confesso, che incubo 'sto pezzo I confess, what a nightmare (is) this song Ma immagina se non ci fosse più But imagine if there wasn't anymore

La discoteca italiana The Italian discotheque Che mi fa ancora ballare la sera anche se sei lontana That still makes me dance at night even if you're far Piena di luci fino al mattino Filled with lights until morning Mi ha fatto battere il cuore dagli anni Settanta ai Duemila It made my heart beat from the 70s' to the 2000s'

Se vuoi ballare, balliamo If you wanna dance, let's dance Questo brano italiano This Italian song Dove pensi di scappare? Where do you think you're running away/going? Manchi tu (Manchi tu) I miss you (I miss you) Tanto ormai ti ho incastrato Whatever I have caught you by now Come un coro da stadio Like a stadium chant Che ti entra in testa e poi non esce più That enters your mind and never gets out anymore

La discoteca italiana The Italian discotheque Che mi fa ancora ballare la sera anche se sei lontana That still makes me dance at night even if you're far Piena di luci fino al mattino Filled with lights until morning Mi ha fatto battere il cuore dagli anni Settanta ai Duemila It made my heart beat from the 70s' to the 2000s'

La discoteca, la discoteca The discotheque, the discotheque La discoteca italiana The Italian discotheque La discoteca, la discoteca The discotheque, the discotheque La discoteca italiana The Italian discotheque