#cotta 2023

[samalander01]

Here is my little piece for @carryonthroughtheages! It's based on a photograph I love from the mid 1800s. This ended up being a fun value study- I had a hard time balancing the sepia tones of old daguerreotype photographs while maintaining value!

[aristocratic-otter]

Hi all! It's so lovely to see so many people motivated by the fresh feeling of a new year. Thank you for sharing your work with me, @artsyunderstudy, @nausikaaa, @monbons, @thewholelemon, @roomwithanopenfire,

@whatevertheweather, @bookish-bogwitch, @martsonmars, @bookishbroadwayandblind, and @prettygoododds.

One thing I learned from reading everyone's year-end retrospectives: if I want to be more involved, I need to stop being such a perfectionist! I could have been posting every week, but I'd be kicking myself over not having finished a piece of every single WIP...and so I wouldn't post. I'm gonna challenge myself to just post, even if I only wrote one thing the previous week. So that said, it was a vacation week for me, so along with posting my gift fic for @facewithoutheart, A Very Zombie Christmas, I did actually do work on a lot of my WIPs, and you can expect updates on at least two of them this week.

So, here we go. As always, I absolutely did not bother to count six sentences:

From my 2023 COTTA, Snow Fox:

It took some convincing to get Penny and Mitali out the window and up onto the roof. Well, more Mitali than Penny. Neither woman much liked the fact that their petticoats and whatever other underthings women wear would be clearly visible from underneath the whole time they were climbing. 

Penny accepted it as a necessity with a grumble and an embarrassed flush, but Mitali truly balked at the idea. Finally, Pen suggested that I lower a loop of rope rather than an end of rope, and the women could sit in the loop and be hauled up. That resolved the whole ridiculous issue, and we had both women out of the house and onto the roof in short order. 

From my COBB with @cutestkilla: The Rat and the River

I’ve always wanted to be part of one of Snow’s famous ‘lunch meetings’.  Penelope’s told me about them. Simon thinks better with food, so all  information is shared and ideas are circulated over meals in Simon’s team. I used to wish to be British myself so I could join his team and take part in these comfortable meetings of minds. I love food and I love talk, especially talk about disease. What could be more enticing than spending time over sandwiches with the famous Snow’s angels? 

Especially one particular angel. 

From Tiktok Dancer:

Penny, Shep, Agatha and I are all staring at him, jaws hanging loose in our surprise at his unexpected eloquence and passion. Baz just sips on his fruity cocktail and smiles back at us demurely.

I suddenly realize how little I know about this man I’ve fallen head over heels for. And not knowing makes me itch—I can’t stand it.

“What dream are you pursuing?”  I blurt. 

Baz looks at me steadily, and I can almost see him revising his first answer in his head.

From my Visitor Baz AU: 

Baz is dead.

Baz is dead. 

I can’t understand it. The idea that Baz, my terrible roommate, will never snark at me from his desk across the room from mine again…that he’ll never use up all the hot water with his endless showers or wear his uniform in such a way that makes it look designer while all the rest of us look boring. He’ll never suck down a rat in the catacombs or earn the highest score on a Magic Words exam. 

Baz is dead. 

From Saving Simon Snow (I’ve got to reread this one to get my mojo back on it, I think. But here’s six new shortish sentences):

In all our years of cohabitation, I’ve never seen Simon truly lose his temper with Bunce. With me, certainly. Hundreds of times. In the Catacombs, he was irritable and defiant. But now? The moment Bunce grabs hold of his arm, Simon goes off. 

 From CORB #1, Baby Mine with @argumentativeantitheticalg

His voice takes on that haughty, lecturing tone I used to hate so much. Or at least that I used to think that I hated. It made me want to slam him against the wall and get in his face. 

I think I maybe just wanted to get my face on his face. Why was I so fucking stupid?

I’m lost in rumination on my own failings when the rise in volume from the crib and the pointed clearing of Baz’s throat both bring me back.

From CORB #2: The Stoves Come On At Night, with @ebbpettier

I wake up.

For several seconds, I blink groggily into the early morning light. I try to catch at the wisps of the dream I was having, but they’re fading. 

I can’t have been asleep for more than a couple of hours. Like I’d planned, I’d slept a few hours last night and then got up at three a.m. Three hours later, after I’d finished a sketchy patrol, I headed back to bed as the first rays of the sun were just breaking over the horizon. 

It can’t be more than 8 am now. What on earth woke me up? Even if I can’t really remember it, I’d been having such a pleasant dream…

Suddenly, I realize that the annoying buzzing sound I hear is an alarm–the fire alarm!

Tags and howdies to: @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @palimpsessed, @fatalfangirl,

@melodysmash, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist,  @mostlymaudlin, @onepintobean,

@raenestee, @tea-brigade, @upuntil6am, @whogaveyoupermission, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz,

@krisrix, @shemakesmeforget, @confused-bi-queer, @nightimedreamersghost, @mooncello,

@shrekgogurt, @cosmicalart,  @theearlgreymage, @iamamythologicalcreature, @ileadacharmedlife,

@thehoneyedhufflepuff, @facewithoutheart, @thewholelemon, @skeedelvee, @ivelovedhimthroughworse

@messofthejess, @best--dress, @noblecorgi, @alexalexinii,  @hushed-chorus, 

@rimeswithpurple, @blackberrysummerblog, @cutestkilla, @letraspal, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe,

@wellbelesbian, @ic3-que3n, @emeryhall, @larkral, @youarenevertooold,

@j-nipper-95, @ebbpettier, and @argumentativeantitheticalg

[j-trow-95]

(Let's pretend it's still) WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @nausikaaa @mooncello @monbons @thewholelemon @artsyunderstudy the last few weeks

Yes, I am back writing Trails again. I'm rewriting a sizeable chunk, not so much changing the plot, as removing certain elements and shifting them to later in the story, and it's so nice to be back in this au! again.

Enjoy a snippet (that I don't think I've shared before, but you never know!) Baz POV

He sucks in a breath as my nose brushes against his skin. Before I can think about apologising and moving back he’s gripping me tighter to him. “Christ, you’re freezing,” he grits out. “How’s your leg?” “Stiff.” Simon shifts against me, the patchy stubble on his chin dragging through my hair as he looks down the length of my body. I shiver, this time not from the cold. “Do you need to stretch it out? Your knee?” I shake my head. “I’d rather keep it as warm as I can.” Simon lays a hand over my injured knee. I swear the stiffness almost immediately abates, the creaking feeling replaced with smoother movement than I’ve had in weeks. Warmth floods my aching muscles and I relax into him. “This help?” he asks. I nod. “Thank you.” My words are little more than breath against his skin. I think he feels more than hears them.

ASR is firmly into the 75k+ word count bracket, and we still have so much ground to cover. I haven't managed any new words since around the middle of May, but we're getting into the final third (I hope at least) of the manuscript. Then it'll be a case of going back through and gutting it before it goes in for proper editing.

I'm not going to share too many words, but this sentence is one of my favourites from this recent phase of redrafting. Lauren POV

I want you, I think. But if I’m honest, want is already starting to feel too small a word.

Word count wise, we're not doing too bad:

January: 13,736

February: 6,468

March: 4,150

April: 7,683

May: 15,937

May was my best writing month I think in the entire history of this draft, and just in the first 5 months of 2025 I've added 47,974 words to this draft, which is well over half the total draft! Let's hope June keeps up this trend. Honestly, if I just keep adding words it'll be a win.

Tagging:

@artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @blackberrysummerblog @bookish-bogwitch @cutestkilla

@confused-bi-queer @emeryhall @erzbethluna @hushed-chorus @iamamythologicalcreature

@ic3-que3n @ileadacharmedlife @ivelovedhimthroughworse @letraspal @martsonmars

@mooncello @nausikaaa @nightimedreamersworld @orange-peony @shrekgogurt

@skeedelvee @theearlgreymage @thewholelemon @you-remind-me-of-the-babe 

[hushed-chorus]

Simon is lucky to survive when his ship is wrecked, even if it left him stranded on a desert island. But he's not the only one who escaped. The ship's mysterious cargo, the creature in the box, also made it to shore. What hope does Simon have when a vampire is lurking in the island's wooded interior?

Welcome to Carry On Through The Ages 2023 (@carryonthroughtheages)! Please enjoy my Age of Sail Snowbaz fic about survival and finding happiness against the odds.

Blood, Salt & Hummingbirds on AO3

(Chapters 9/9, T but mind the tags and CWs in chapter notes)

[wellbelesbian]

Six Sentence Sunday

thanks for tagging me @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @shrekgogurt and @artsyunderstudy!

i have two snippets to share! but this post is kinda long, so i'll put them under a cut.

so, the first is from the last chapter of Shoulder To Shoulder, which i'll be posting on wednesday:

“Fuck you Thatcher, or screw you Thatcher?” Agatha asks, propping up the sign she’s working on for us all to see.

“Oh, they’re both so good.” Shepard says wistfully, pinning the fabric for his new dress to a mannequin. I’m impressed by his ability to talk with such emotion with half a dozen pins held between his teeth. We’re on the top floor of the bookshop, which doubles as Niamh’s home, paint and glitter strewn all about the place.

the song for this scene:

and if you didn't see, yesterday i posted the bonus kerixie fic set in the same AU! here's the link to that.

then i also have a snippet from what i'll be working on after this fic is done, my nanowrimo project from last year that i didn't finish. in case you weren't here or missed me talking about it last year, it's a retelling of the aftermath of the Trojan War, following Astyanax, the son of Hector and Andromache, who died as a baby in some myths but survived in others. he bounces around Greece looking for his mother, who was taken after the war, and along the way runs into Briseis and Hermione, who both met Andromache and tell him what they experienced during that time. so there are a three stories in one!

here's a bit of Hermione's POV. i adore writing her, she's a bit like the way i write Agatha, judgemental and yet dissatisfied with the expectations put on her. it's very fun to write bitchy characters who eventually meet someone they can let their guard down around, and who then turn out to be quite nice.

I stood at the balcony, looking out over the courtyard, but there was still no sign of my husband. Looking straight across I could see the men’s half of the palace, but every window was dark. My mother’s rope was coiled in the corner, mocking me. Her words echoed in my mind and I couldn’t help but laugh dismissively. What did it matter if it was sturdy, when Neoptolemus was so small? He would be light as a feather.

and here's a song from around this part of my corresponding Hermione playlist:

if you want to see more snippets from this fic, i've already posted plenty on my main blog @nausikaaa last year under the tag 'my writing' and will keep posting more this year.

i tag @j-nipper-95 @ileadacharmedlife @prettygoododds @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @imagineacoolusername @confused-bi-queer @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @bazzybelle @theearlgreymage @aristocratic-otter @larkral @hushed-chorus @martsonmars @ivelovedhimthroughworse @blackberrysummerblog @fatalfangirl @ebbpettier @cutestkilla @alleycat0306 @alexalexinii @shemakesmeforget and @bookish-bogwitch

[carryonthroughtheages]

Hello friends and history lovers!

Another year of Carry On Through The Ages is over and done! I am so happy with success this year has had. Every year, I am blown away by how amazing this little community is. We are a small event, but we are so supportive and loving of each other.

It has been an absolute joy to watch the Discord server so active every single day, with people talking about their research and their projects. Watching as they gained support and encouragement from other history nerds. It was everything I could have hoped for when I first started this fest four years ago. So, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, everyone who participated, whether it was as a creator, or support, or researcher. You all helped to make COTTA 2023 a continued success.

Under the page break, you will find individual links to the fics and art that were created this year for COTTA. They are INCREDIBLE, and I highly encourage you all to read them.

Here is the link to the AO3 Collection: Carry On Through The Ages 2023!

Until next year, love you all!

BazzyBelle 🧡

Monday

Blood, Salt & Hummingbirds (T) - @hushed-chorus : AO3 // tumblr

Simon is lucky to survive when his ship is wrecked, even if it left him stranded on a desert island. But he's not the only one who escaped. The ship's mysterious cargo, the creature in the box, also made it to shore. What hope does Simon have when a vampire is lurking in the island's wooded interior? But the monster is not what it seems, and if they are to survive, they need to work together. And maybe they can do more than survive. Maybe they can thrive.

Fifty Names For A Cat (T) - @hushed-chorus : AO3 // tumblr

Simon and Baz are settling into their new life, getting Pitch Manor in working order and preparing to move to their cottage on the moor. Meanwhile, a certain cat is adjusting to his new life.

Tuesday

The Trails We Blaze (M) - @j-nipper-95 : AO3 // tumblr

Simon and Baz have been through a lot together. Growing up as criminals on London's streets; surviving the Great War; dealing with a lot of repressed feelings. But after their latest con goes wrong, they're left with nothing but an ancient map, a signet ring of unknown provenance or value, and promises of a city that doesn't even exist. Thrust into a world of adventure with danger at every turn, they're forced to decide how far they're willing to go for a myth, a fortune, and a chance at love.

The Snow Fox (E) - @aristocratic-otter : AO3 // tumblr

Simon "Snow" Salisbury is the most wanted patriot in the American Revolution. Wanted by the British army, who want to see him hanged. Wanted by the Tories, who'd shoot him on sight, given the chance. And wanted by Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch.

Wednesday

Lavender Hearts (M) - @aroace-genderfluid-sheep : AO3 // tumblr

America, 1950s. Queer people are fired left and right, friends lose their jobs daily--and sometimes, their lives. Simon and Baz are caught in the middle of it all with a homophobic father and an unconventional (in more than one way) relationship, terrified out of their minds but unwilling to give up the fight. They'll fight for years if they have to. They'll fight for decades. But even the strongest wills can be broken with the hardest of blows.

An 1800s daguerreotype photograph art piece created by the amazing @samalander01 : tumblr

Thursday

Shoulder To Shoulder, Hand To Hand (M) - @wellbelesbian : AO3 // tumblr

Britain, 1984. Across the country, miners go on strike against pit closures. With the government, police and media set against them and no end in sight, they and their families begin to feel the strain. In London, Simon Snow recognises a familiar struggle, and decides to do something, while closeted Baz Pitch just wants to get out of the house and be among his community for a day. What starts as a few collection buckets at a pride march soon becomes an organisation, and a bond is forged between the lesbians and gay men of London and a village of miners and their families in South Wales. But Simon has a past he's trying to outrun, and Baz is trying to live a double life. Both boys have secrets and shame, but if they want to make it through together, they'll have to find their pride.

A beautiful Galatea/Pygmalion-inspired water colour piece by the wonderful @ic3-que3n : tumblr

Friday

Safe Harbour (M) - @snowbaz-parentis : AO3 // tumblr

It all started on an island... It's 1956, and Baz Pitch is existentially lost in New York City. After graduating from Columbia, he's working for a wedding photographer with no taste as he avoids his inevitable fall attendance at Yale Law School, his father's alma mater. All Baz wants to do is be a fashion photographer, and when an opportunity to assist a famous photographer out on Fire Island falls in his lap, it just may be the key to helping unlock him from the closet of his family's expectations. It's 1956, and Simon Snow is wondering if there's more to life than this or if this is as good as it gets. He's been working in construction with his foster father, David Cadwallader, practically ever since he was taken in at age 13, but there's something beyond the water that's calling for him. When Davy offers Simon a chance to manage his family's rental properties for the summer in Cherry Grove on Fire Island, Simon jumps at the chance to finally take charge of something. What Baz and Simon didn't expect: the sense of freedom that comes from being able to absolutely surrender to the truest version of yourself, and the choices you have to make when it happens.

Costly Colours - A Precious Bane AU (M) - twigs_in_my_hair : AO3

In the aftermath of the Napoleonic wars Baz is being groomed by his aunt to be a physician. Tired of the farming life, Fiona would like to set up shop in town with her sister’s herbal remedies and her nephew settled down with his mentor’s lovely daughter and a fine degree hung on the wall. But first the family must toil and scrimp and save to raise the funds. And what if this is not the future Baz longs for? And what if the townsfolk won’t let go of their superstitions and petty grudges towards this family marked by tragedy? Does the handsome young weaver have all the answers?

[b6d11f]

'cause my body's breaking down and I'm ignoring my own soul turn the lights out on the porch so it looks like no one's home

[hokuto-yuasa-journal]

Moongazer

[moviesandmania]

AMELIA'S CHILDREN (2023) Review of Portuguese horror - trailer and US release news

‘A mother’s love is not to die for’ Amelia’s Children is a 2023 horror film about a young man who reconnects with his mother and twin brother but soon regrets it. Written, directed and co-produced by Gabriel Abrantes (Diamantino). Also produced by Margarida Lucas. The Portuguese Artificial Humors production stars Brigette Lundy-Paine, Carloto Cotta, Anabela Moreira, Alba Baptista and Rita…

[proudtobechubby]

Lunch with friends | La Pampa | Rome

Bruschetta con salsiccia, cacio e pepe, fiorentina black angus e panna cotta con cioccolato.

[aristocratic-otter]

Keeping my resolution, here's SOME of my WIPs.

(I am a little behind on reading your lovely WIPs, my friends. I'll catch up over the weekend).

Thank you to @j-nipper-95, @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @nausikaaa, @bookishbroadwayandblind, \

@artsyunderstudy, @martsonmars, @prettygoododds, @whatevertheweather, @youarenevertooold, \

@confused-bi-queer, @monbons, @roomwithanopenfire, @noblecorgi, @leithillustration and

@rimeswithpurple for the tags.

From my 2023 COTTA, Snow Fox:

A new voice, one that makes my spine itch, comes from the shadows under the porch. Tarleton. “They can’t have gone far,” he snarls. “Mount up, gather the men. Set off in each cardinal direction and run through the night if you have to. Such a large party would have had to leave a trace!”

Penny’s hand creeps over and squeezes mine as we watch every man jack of them run to gather their things and mount their horses. Within minutes, the Bunce homestead is empty of anyone but us. Tarleton is the last to go, riding his grey gelding towards Charleston harbor and the British base there. Probably to report this latest outrage perpetrated by the Snow Fox.

 From CORB #1, Baby Mine with @argumentativeantitheticalg

He rolls his eyes at me, and then says, “come, help me with dinner. You can start boiling the water for the rice. I’ll chop the vegetables, since I’ve got both hands free.”

It takes some juggling, but I manage to do as Baz asks. Then he takes Abigail and directs me to debone the chicken (probably didn’t want to get his pretty hands dirty) (I don’t mind—I like his hands as they are). 

Abigail watches this all with big eyes and one tiny thumb pressed between her lips. It’s very cute. 

From CORB #2: The Stoves Come On At Night, with @ebbpettier

For the rest of the time I’m not patrolling or sleeping, I’m exploring the house and grounds. I’m doing my best to make myself a home here. With luck, this will be my home for the next several years. 

Winter is coming on fast. I try to ignore the persistent chill in the air during my night patrols. I deal with it by keeping the fire lit in my bedroom and wrapping up warmly before leaving the house. 

If sometimes the chill is more due to the lonely emptiness of the house, I pretend that it’s not.

Tags and back slaps to: @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @palimpsessed,  @fatalfangirl,

@melodysmash, @moments-au-crayon22, @moodandmist,  @mostlymaudlin, @onepintobean,

@raenestee, @tea-brigade, @upuntil6am, @whogaveyoupermission, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz,

@krisrix, @shemakesmeforget, @nightimedreamersghost, @mooncello, @shrekgogurt,

@cosmicalart,  @theearlgreymage, @iamamythologicalcreature, @ileadacharmedlife, @thehoneyedhufflepuff,

@facewithoutheart, @skeedelvee, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @messofthejess, @best--dress,

@alexalexinii,  @hushed-chorus,  @blackberrysummerblog, @cutestkilla, @letraspal,

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @wellbelesbian, @ic3-que3n, @emeryhalll, @larkral,

@ebbpettier, @argumentativeantitheticalg, 

[j-trow-95]

The Trails We Blaze

Rating: Mature

Words: 44,250

Chapters: 12/?

Summary:

Simon and Baz have been through a lot together. Growing up as criminals on London's streets; surviving the Great War; dealing with a lot of repressed feelings. But after their latest con goes wrong, they're left with nothing but an ancient map, a signet ring of unknown provenance or value, and promises of a city that doesn't even exist.

Thrust into a world of adventure with danger at every turn, they're forced to decide how far they're willing to go for a myth, a fortune, and a chance at love.

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12

Thank you to @artsyunderstudy for helping to beta read this beast of a fic and for producing some amazing artwork! I'm so excited to share this COTTA2023 (@carryonthroughtheages) fic with you all!

[coolasakuhncumber]

Pannacotta wobbles and giggles

5/9/23

[hushed-chorus]

Six Sentence Sunday

Hola folks! Thank you for the tags @theotherhufflepuff @rimeswithpurple @artsyunderstudy @wellbelesbian and @imagineacoolusername! And to everyone who keeps tagging me despite my repeated absences. I do appreciate it and love seeing what you all share. Hopefully my engagement will become more regular again soon.

This is from the upcoming chapter of my COTTA fic Blood, Salt and Hummingbirds. Natural Historian!Baz is doing some problem-solving.

Baz’s heels dig into a cleft in the rock as he spreads his bit of sailcloth across his knees. His fingers work the case’s latch. It clicks open with a faint squeak. I’ve never seen inside it before. I lean for a closer look. And I see…

Neat little compartments, each holding a solid rectangle of colour. Blues, greens, yellows, purples, reds. Some have shallow grooves, but they’re all vibrant nonetheless. Before I can study more closely Baz plucks something from the frontmost slot and closes the box. He places the thing beside him–a neat length of artist's charcoal–and starts wrapping the sailcloth around the box.

“What are you doing?” I ask, leaning into Baz. He hesitates, but then continues, twisting the edges of the cloth into his hand, putting it flat and tight against one side of the box. 

“The heavenly host may have conspired to deprive me of parchment, but I will draw.”

Tags beneath the cut!

@facewithoutheart @captain-aralias @raenestee @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @yeonjunenby @cutestkilla @ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral @stitchyqueer @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @ileadacharmedlife @confused-bi-queer @aristocratic-otter @whogaveyoupermission @nightimedreamersworld @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @onepintobean @shrekgogurt @theearlgreymage @martsonmars @blackberrysummerblog @orange-peony @palimpsessed @valeffelees @j-nipper-95 @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @alexalexinii @bookish-bogwitch @cosmicalart @bazzybelle

[wellbelesbian]

WIP Wednesday

happy wednesday all! thanks for tagging me @forabeatofadrum!

chapter four of Shoulder To Shoulder has been posted (you can read that here if you'd like!) but here's a snippet from a later chapter:

As I step forward to comfort Simon, Niamh suddenly yells “get down!”

I turn on instinct to see a brick fly through the window with a crash, landing in the middle of the room. Everyone else dives for cover as firecrackers start going off, but I stand frozen in fear until a hand grabs me by the collar and pulls me down, and I look to my right to see Simon, crouched behind the armchair, tugging me toward him. I roll and land beside him, shielded from the minor explosions, his arm coming up around me as if to protect me further. I wrap my arms around his torso in return, curling in close and screwing my eyes shut against the noise, until it fades out and in it's place I hear the hissing of a fire extinguisher.

I peek out just in time to see Agatha kick the still sparking brick back outside, brandishing the extinguisher like a weapon as she shouts obscenities down the street at whoever threw it.

We stumble back to our feet from behind chairs and shelves, Niamh sighing as she takes in the state of the place.

“Hey, it’s okay, nobody got hurt!” Simon says soothingly, pulling me close, and it’s only then that I realise I’m crying.

tags under the cut!

@ileadacharmedlife @prettygoododds @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @imagineacoolusername @confused-bi-queer @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @bazzybelle @theearlgreymage @aristocratic-otter @larkral @hushed-chorus @ivelovedhimthroughworse @blackberrysummerblog @fatalfangirl @ebbpettier @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @cutestkilla @youarenevertooold @alleycat0306 @artsyunderstudy @alexalexinii @shemakesmeforget @shrekgogurt

[artdecodude]

Some world-class #ArtDeco terra cotta from the Gramercy House in #Manhattan #NewYorkCity 235 E 22nd Street. 📸:me/10/2023