#european cafe

[newenglandbookclub]

[aesthetic---pleasures]

[quaintrelledragicorn]

I couldn't be there for my best friend for her birthday, so we both used an ai to "create a memory" of what we would do if we were together. Only few more months until we can do this for real.

[pastlivesandperfectoceans]

I just wanna be in Europe somewhere sitting in a cute cafe 💗🍃

[aytvill]

waiting my most significant other in local cafe by aytvill

[leggurs]

something about french cafes..

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[undernauticalblue]

Wooden Windows in Beech, Cherry and Mahogany

[heather--moors]

[artemlegere]

Turkish Café

Artist: August Macke (German, 1887–1914)

Date: 1914

Medium: Oil on plywood

Collection: Lenbachhaus, Munich, Germany

Description

In April 1914, August Macke, together with Paul Klee and Louis Moilliet, undertook what would later become a legendary trip to Tunis. Under the impression of the southern light and the more intense effect of the colors, his art experienced a final heightening. He returned from Tunis with a wealth of watercolors and sketches. He later executed the painting "Turkish Café" in two versions in Bonn, and gave the present one to Bernhard Koehler, who had supported the trip financially. According to Moilliet's recollection, the motif was the covered entrance at the foot of the stairs to the then famous Café des Nattes in Sidi-Bou-Said.

While Macke captures this motif with a number of details in the drawings in his sketchbook, in the oil painting he concentrates entirely on the lapidary power of pure, strongly colored surfaces of almost abstract quality. The light-filled spatial volumes that still played a certain role in the paintings from 1913 have also given way to the dictates of pure color. The green figure of the seated Arab seems to have been cut out of the blue surface of the house wall, his red fez forms a complementary contrast. The orange and violet of the door panel also stand vertically in the picture as a pure, almost indissoluble complementary contrast. The blue of the house wall finds its complementary complement in the yellow of the chair and the awning. In other ways, such as in the works of Franz Marc or Wassily Kandinsky, Macke's pictures gain their "inner necessity" by reducing their color and formal elements to the greatest simplicity.

[schneiderenjoyer]

This game ain't gonna help you beat the lesbian allegations. and why would you

[thepaintedroom]

Santiago Rusiñol (Spanish, 1861-1931) • Interior of a Café • 1892

[chaeilay]

Sat, Feb 24 - Alkaya, Tekirdag, Turkey

I take the pictures that are on my blog myself. In case you're interested in this post, I also post/reblog content including travel/cultural pictures, books, book recommendations, analysis, quotes, anything related to movies, series, and girl blog entries.

[sugaredpastille]

artifacts ☕️✨🪵

[peachghosts]

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 + 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 ⚘

[galleryofart]

Terrace at a Cafe at Night

Artist: Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853-1890)

Date: 1888

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Nocturnal Painting

Van Gogh had intended to make a nocturnal painting for some time. And not one in the conventional manner, in shades of black and grey, but actually with an abundance of colours. Equally unconventional is that he paints this gas-lit terrace of a café in Arles in situ and in the dark, because colours have a different appearance during the day than by night.

Sharp Contrast

The most eye-catching aspect is the sharp contrast between the warm yellow, green and orange colours under the marquise and the deep blue of the starry sky, which is reinforced by the dark blue of the houses in the background. Van Gogh was pleased with the effect: ‘I believe that an abundance of gaslight, which, after all, is yellow and orange, intensifies blue.’

Constellations

He writes to his sister Wil: ‘I enormously enjoy painting on the spot at night.’ The fact that he observes keenly is borne out by later astronomical research. He painted the constellations precisely as they appeared on the night of 16 or 17 September 1888.

[loosesodamarble]

Welcome to the Black Bird Part 22: Zavier the Earnest

Summary: Introducing Asta as Zavier, the Black Bird's newest butler who seems to be having trouble learning the ropes. Genre: general Word count: ~850 A/N: This final artwork was done by @cringeyvanillamilk.

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“You’ve pulled a lot of stunts but tops them all.” A man with short brown hair and amber eyes crossed his arms and glared at Asta. His blood red suit magnified his menacing aura. “If I weren’t so pissed I might even be laughing about it.”

“I’m really really reeeeally sorry about that, Coach Adolphe,” Asta sputtered as he looked at what was between him and the coach, if just to avoid looking him in the eyes.

Between Asta and Adolphe stood a desk and laid across it was a longsword. It was a genuine blade of steel. And it was snapped in two.

That evening, Asta, as part of the EBS Club, performed a swordsmanship display. The sword he had been using got caught in the cutting dummy and when Asta tried to pull it free, it snapped.

Everyone saw it. Asta was the only one to blame for the damage.

“I’ll take any punishment you decide, Coach!” Asta yelled and bowed at the waist.

“Quit that. It’s not like we’re the military,” Adolphe grumbled. “But if you’re willing to take responsibility, then all you need to do is pay to replace the sword.”

Asta’s head shot up. “That’s it? No suspension? I’m not off the team?”

“It’s not the school’s problem since it’s my own sword.”

Asta paled. Breaking his coach’s personal belonging and not school equipment felt like a far worse crime.

“It’ll be around ninety-thousand yul to replace it,” Adolphe stated. He slotted the broken blade into the matching scabbard, picked up the cast aside hilt, and walked to the door. “I don’t need the money right away but I’d prefer you pay me back before you graduate.”

Asta’s heart felt like it stopped. Right before it kicked into overdrive.

Mom’s gonna find out no matter what… But there’s no way I can just ask her to drop that much money out of the blue! Asta ran his hands through his hair. What to do? What to do? “Man! Why is thinking so hard?!”

.....

“Your butler has arrived, ready to serve!” Asta announced as he made the last couple of steps towards the table he was assigned to.

He paused upon recognizing one of his customers as Noelle, a schoolmate of Asta’s whom he looked forward to seeing everyday. With her was a guy with matching silver hair which cascaded down his back, mint green eyes, and an anxious look on his face. The guy looked vaguely familiar. Maybe he went to Four-Leaf too…

Noelle and the guy looked like they matched. Pretty faces, nice clothes, and put together. Something uncomfortable gripped Asta’s heart.

“Well! Lemme introduce myself! Zavier’s the name! And who do I have the honor of serving?” As Asta went through his designated spiel, he handed out the menus.

The boy raised an eyebrow then leaned closer to Noelle. “Didn’t you say his name w—?”

Noelle slapped a hand over the boy’s mouth. “I’m Noelle. This is my cousin Mathis.”

“Lady Noelle and Lord Mathis!” Asta grinned, maybe wider than he should’ve. “What can I start you with? Water? Tea? Coffee? Soft drink?” So they’re cousins! That’s great!

Asta didn’t question why he was elated by the news and skipped off to the kitchen once he had their drink orders. The trouble with that, though, was that he tried to skip down a flight of stairs.

Next thing Asta knew, he was on the ground floor of the dining area, his vision swimming.

“Just great…” someone said dryly. “He broke himself already.”

.....

Chaotic Dessert Tower. A stack of mini pancakes, waffles, and French toast which was topped with seasonal fruits and buttermilk syrup.

“It’s the perfect thing for indecisive customers, don’t you think?” Asta posed when he first suggested the idea to the chefs.

“Kinda looks like a mess,” Magna chuckled after taking a look at the concept sketch Rill had provided. “But I think it’ll be a hit.”

Not the most graceful in presentation but still sweet as can be, fun, and a welcoming presence to all; an apt description for both the Chaotic Dessert Tower and Asta, either as himself or as his butler persona. Of course, even chaos had to be practiced in order to make it pleasant for customers. The chefs made sure the dessert stack was plated to look disorganized without genuinely being unstable. Asta had to learn how to fake his serving trays being imbalanced without ever actually dropping anything. It was an oxymoron, putting care into looking careless. But that was the case for Asta.

In Secre’s eyes, the character that Asta played was a symbol of the Black Bird as a whole.

Despite the elegant aesthetic of the cafe, the cafe was not fine dining. The menu: eclectic. The butlers: eccentric. Customer satisfaction was their goal but they weren’t going to do it under a veil of perfection.

The Black Bird served goofily but earnestly. That’s how it was from the start and how it would continue.