#friulane

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Il Piccolo di Oggi lunedì, 05 agosto 2024

[hungryfacesart]

4 looks with friulane mary jane

I’m absolutely smitten with my latest fashion find: friulane Mary Jane. Ever since I laid eyes on it, I knew it was destined to be mine. With its nod to the chic Italian style, these shoes perfectly captures my love for chic yet laidback fashion. The simple silhouette, crafted from luxurious velvet, adorned with delicate strap, speaks to my fashion & comfort sensibilities on every level. Я…

[permanentstyle]

https://www.permanentstyle.com/2023/02/day-in-day-out-on-uniform-dressing-and-travel.html

Day in, day out: On uniform dressing and travel

[orangekingfisher]

Non mi ricordo nemmeno dov'è l'Abruzzo figurati

okay a est seguendo la costa hai friuli, veneto, emilia romagna, marche e poi c'è l'abruzzo. poi molise e puglia

[pier-carlo-universe]

Ninfa Dormiente di Ilaria Tuti: Un Cold Case nelle Profondità delle Alpi. Recensione di Alessandria today

Un’indagine intensa e viscerale condotta dal commissario Teresa Battaglia nei misteri delle montagne italiane.

Un’indagine intensa e viscerale condotta dal commissario Teresa Battaglia nei misteri delle montagne italiane. Recensione: Ilaria Tuti, con Ninfa Dormiente, porta i lettori nelle Alpi friulane, tra boschi e montagne intrisi di mistero. Protagonista è Teresa Battaglia, commissario di polizia specializzato in profiling, impegnata in un caso freddo inquietante, radicato nel passato. Questa indagine…

[djtubet]

È online il nuovo videoclip!!

Il videoclip di Dj Tubet, realizzato da Stefano Morandini, presenta il brano “Padua” del recente album #FinCumò, per la prima volta girato ed ambientato in un bunker della Guerra Fredda (gestito da Bunker Museo Cherso - Assfne) e recuperando anche alcune citazioni di villotte friulane ottocentesche. La sceneggiatura è riferita ad un tema storico e sociale, in particolare alle implicazioni psicologiche degli Alpini d’arresto che presidiavano il sito, raccontando il ricordo di una storia d'amore tra un militare e una ragazza. Oltre alla valorizzazione del sito storico, si punta allo studio del fattore umano durante i periodi di guerra, tra la noia dei tempi dilatati, il pensieri alle fidanzate e la paura di un attacco.

Il videoclip è inserito all'interno del progetto "W.A.R.S. - Where Are Real Stories" curate da Espressione Est - Circolo di Studi Artistici e Sociali con il contributo della Regione Friuli Venezia Giulia

[campadailyblog]

Friuli Venezia Giulia: Un viaggio tra natura e tradizioni

Il Friuli Venezia Giulia si trova nel nord-est dell’Italia. È conosciuto per la sua posizione strategica e la sua diversità culturale. Questa regione è un mix di montagne, coste e tradizioni uniche. Le città come Trieste, Udine e Gorizia sono ricche di storia e arte. I vini friulani sono famosi in tutto il mondo. Non mancano neanche i Castelli di Miramare e Duino e le Dolomiti Friulane. Il Carso…

[pikasus-artenews]

NOT JUST ONE DAY

Una collettiva di giovani artisti nel cuore del parco naturale delle Dolomiti friulane

[beatricecenci]

Tullio Silvestri (Italian, 1880-1963)

Allegre nozze friulane

[plasticfreckles]

🪶 rookanis origin story feat. davrin enjoy 🪶

"Is anyone else hungry? Maybe I should cook something."

Lucanis doesn't even get to finish his sentence before the sound of Rook's rumbling tummy drowns his words out entirely. So that's a yes on the question.

Rook wraps both arms over her belly, her blush even visible on her tan skin in the candlelight.

Davrin says something to her, but Lucanis' mind is already on the food. The dough he'd made in the morning should be good to go; if there's still some lardon left, maybe a firecake.

Rook sits down in the chair next to Davrin, kicks off her sage green friulanes and pulls up her legs to hug her knees as she answers.

"Neve and Harding didn't tell you about our hunt for Solas, then?"

Funny how her voice halts all other thoughts in his mind and makes him hone in on the sound of it, now.

"They don't tell it the way you would."

She hides her shy smile behind her knees.

"I mean, it ended with the elven god of lies in my head. Is that enough to win the 'worst job' contest?"

"You're joining us, then?" Rook nods, then hits her chin on her kneecap so hard it audibly knocks her teeth together. She holds her jaw in both hands like a scraped elbow.

"Fine," Lucanis says, and puts down his coffee cup. "I'll cook something, if Rook's staying."

"Oh, you don't have to cook just because I'm here," Rook mumbles into her fingers. "I was gonna get some fruit and chocolate to melt."

He doesn't tell her his mind about cooking was made up the second she walked through the door.

"It's no trouble. I have some overdue dough sitting around, anyway."

"Can I help?"

"No, no. You sit down. Let me get you some juice." Davrin groans and takes a generous swig of sugar rum straight from the bottle.

Lucanis had forgotten he's even there.

"Gods, you two are gross."

Lucanis can feel Rook's eyes on him as he walks to his dough basket, and knows the way she's relaxing into her seat, hears the playfulness in her voice as she retorts.

"We're not doing anything!" A creak, as someone leans over and plucks some fruit from the platter. The sound of the fabric makes him think it's Rook; satin snagging on woodsplint.

"Exactly. Don't even wanna know what you get up to when you're alone."

"What we're getting up to when we're alone is no business of yours!" Her tone simmers down. "Lucanis, could you pass me the blanket, since you're already up, please?"

"You're sitting on it." Lucanis sets down her quince juice, steadies her with a hand on her elbow as she hovers mid-air and pulls the fabric out from under herself. Davrin groans again and takes another sip of rum.

"Rook," Davrin says, after both of them hover near each other for an amount of time it became awkward even to Lucanis, who needs to share her space like he needs air to breathe. "Antaam. Go."

Rook does that elf thing with her eyes, where she both blinks and flicks her irises back and forth at such an odd pace he can witness both actions frame per frame. She's annoyed with Davrin. When Lucanis returns to his kitchentop, to roll out his dough and spread the cream ferment on it, she settles back into her chair and fidgets with the tassels on her blanket.

"Well, I got off a contract, went back to the Diamond, and passed these unreasonably large Antaam rounding up civilians. Asked them why."

"You asked the Antaam why they rounded up people of the city they occupy?"

Rook sniffs. Lucanis wants to sniff, too, but for him, it's because of the shallots he's chopping up. First Trevisan batch of the year is always so full of oils.

"No. I asked the civilians. We were close to the canal openings, just outside Drowned Treviso, so I figured they were begging for scraps or peddling what little belongings they had left."

"That's a shit reason to arrest somebody," Davrin replies, as though the Wardens have any leverage to judge people's arrests.

"Yeah, but at least it is a reason. Someone somewhere cared enough about - I don't know, reputation or some shit - to pull some half-cocked explanation out of their ass. Even if it's just I never fucked a knife-ear and you're unfortunately the first one I came across." There's a familiar bitterness in her words that makes Lucanis turn from his firecake and look at her.

He's the human heir to the First Talon of the Antivan Crows. He tends to forget the hardships of others - especially elves that aren't under Crow protection.

"But no. Nothing. No reason at all. Girl I asked was hysterical. The Antaam closest to us smacked her so hard she went flying. Broke her nose landing and everything. And then I lost it." Rook laughs, suddenly, glances over at Lucanis, flour on his fingers and holding onto the ovenpaddle.

"Imagine being an Antaam occupying Treviso and not knowing how to deal with Crows. Five Oxmen twice my height in under three minutes. Personal record."

Davrin whistles. Rook carries on without a care. Oh, not an uncomfortable laugh, then. Lucanis returns to shoving the firecakes in the oven.

"Anyway, it turns out - Lucanis, what are you doing? I thought you said snacks, not second dinner."

"Coffee," he replies, shrugging. Some of the water in the kettle spills to the floor. "The residual heat from the oven will make the water boil faster."

"What are you making, anyway?"

When Rook wanders over to the stove, Davrin trails behind her.

"Firecakes. I had some sourdough leftover from the bread. Quick and easy."

"Wicked."

Davrin reaches past Lucanis, grabs the cheap white cooking wine from the shelf and retreats back to the coffee table.

"Rook. What did it turn out?"

"Hmm?" She tears her eyes away from Lucanis' forearms. What is it with her and his forearms? It makes him both relieved and ashamed he hasn't inherited the Dellamortes' extra hairy arms.

"Before you got your eyes stuck on your boytoy like teens in the hay-" Rook scoffs. Lucanis could swear she rolls her ears as well as her eyes. "You said your Losing It turned something out. What was it?"

"Oh." She takes the seasondish and walks back over. She sits back in her seat, but Davrin's no longer in his - he'd moved over, so Rook and himself could sit together.

Lucanis might just get him a good wine next time he goes for groceries.

"Turns out a couple of those folks rounded up by the Antaam were in fact planted by the Talons. They were supposed to figure out where their cells are."

"That sounds like a suicide mission."

"I agree." When Lucanis presents her with a plate of firecake, she spares him a small, grateful smile that somehow outshines the Rivaini sun on polished gold. "Think that I actually said that in front of the other Talons was what got Viago to oust me. Of course I mess up one time and that's when he decides to get a big head about stabbing his own mother."

"He killed his own mother?"

Rook and Lucanis shrug in unison. He knows this without looking over to her because her shrug moves her blanket and with it, the tassels that Spite started chewing on the second she sat back down. Lucanis hopes she won't notice the wet.

"Normal Crow ascension. Also, not the point of the story. Oh, this is good. The dill really puts a spin on it I didn't expect."

"Well," he says. "Most everything's better with dill on it." Her elbow digs in the skin of his forearm. It hurts, just a little, at the wound that never really healed that he doesn't care to cut back open to properly sew it shut.

Despite it being his dominant hand, he can't close cuts with his right to save anyone's life.

Rook smiles and agrees with him all the same.

"So what is the point of the story?" Davrin doesn't stop eating to ask. His S'es get worn down with his biting off his cake slice while talking.

"Hm? Oh, Varric was with those uprounded folks. Tracked me down and recruited me to hunt down his old pal who needs a stern talking-to. Not like I had anything better to do. Or anywhere else to go."

Lucanis turns to look at her. The kettle's wheezing, and his own firecake slices are growing cold, but it doesn't matter.

Not when his question is burning on his mind like that.

"How did that make you his second-in-command?" Rook leans on his shoulder, without a care in the world. Takes another bite and turns to look up at him.

Lucanis finds he doesn't mind her affections in front of others. He finds he doesn't even know why he would care to.

"Fuck if I know. But it turned out all right in the end. I met you, didn't I?"

How could he mind it, if it drives Davrin up the wall like that?

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powered by i don't know how to feed myself ✌️

davrin seems like the kinda guy to do that bts namjoon pissy jawpop thing ⏬️

the jawpop thing i find so incredibly sexy and due to my rona-induced hyperfixation with bts I've had for like a whole entire year that made me adopt the jawpop thing

[~rina]

[mapsontheweb]

Pellegrini's map of the languages of Italy, 1977.

via u/Normal_Kaleidoscope

There are a lot of maps around. One posted quite recently in this community. However, most of them contain incorrect information. This map was done by an actual linguist, yes it's old, but scientifically sound. Here's how to read it. Each color represents a group of mutually intelligible languages. It does not mean that one color corresponds to one language. Every town has its own languages, but they can be divided by mutual intelligibility and common features. More or less, it is like giving the same color to French, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, and Romanian, because they are all Romance languages. Starting from the deep south:

violet is the area of extreme southern Italo-Romance. Sicilian, Southern Calabrian, and Salentino belong to this group.

pink is the area of continental southern Italo-Romance. Apulian, Campanian, Lucanian, Northern Calabrese, Molisano, Abruzzese, and Southern Marchigiano belong to this group.

light pink is central Italo-Romance. Laziale, Umbro, and Marchigiano belong to this group.

green is the area of Tuscan.

yellow is northern Italo-Romance. It's divided in yellow (Emiliano-Romagnolo, Ligure, Lumbard, Piedmontese) and light yellow (Veneto).

orange (north east) is Friulan.

light grey is Slovenian

dark grey is German varieties

coral (north west) is Franco-provençal

light brick orange is Sardinian

Within each area, you can see red lines (isoglosses). These lines constitute language borders. So for example, if you zoom in you'll see the isoglosses separating Piedmontese from Lumbard, Campania from Apulian, etc. As you can see, the map uses different terminology from the maps that you can usually find on the internet. Just to give an example, amateur -made maps describe Neapolitan as being spoken everywhere in continental southern Italy, while in fact this is not the case.

Tiny letters represent alloglot languages (Griko, Slavomolisan, Arbereshe, etc.)

You can find the original here. Enjoy!

[pearlsofthec]

Claraaa do you happen to have any gift ideas for a one year anniversary? His + her!!

FOR HIM

• Folio Society edition of his facourite book, make sure to leave a note inside

• Lighter with an incision if a quote that’s relevant for him (a la Don Draper)

• Nice chess/ backgammon/ blackjack set

• Nice pair of sunglasses. Persol I’d say. Get the case personalized with a quote… again, Don Draper coded.

• Criterion collection combo

• Things onto wuich make incisions of relevant quotes for him (always a hit with men, sorry for bringing it up to much LOL): cardholders, pens, perfume bottles (I don’t love this but oh well), golf club

• Needlepoint belt that has something to do with his hobbies lr interests

• Nice robe with his monogram

FOR HER

• Pair of special wine glasses: start a tradition of either slowly building her this glassware collection, or, with each special birthday, buying a different pair of beautiful wineglasses, to use in your home dates in the future

• Leather bound notebook (with a monogram, or incised with a quote)

• Nice silk pajamas (I think unless you’re married getting lingerie is kind of tacky, but a gorgeous camisole would be amazing and still sexy)

• Eternity roses (venus et fleur has tge prettiest ones imo)

• Little plates with nice quotes, or her initial, or just an image that has to do with your girl

• Bride silk bracelet by hermes. No description.

• Cartier trinity bracelet

• Friulane with her monogram / initial

• Hair accessories. Jennifer behr or alexandre de paris if you’re feeling more generous!

I feel like so many of these can be unisex! But oh well! I hope it helpsss!!!!

[nociaograzie]

sai che è ancora estate quando sei in balcone con solo mutande e friulane addosso

[fashionbooksmilano]

Filo, Ricamo, Nodi e colore

La creatività al femminile

a cura di Giuseppe Bergamini e Marialisa Valoppi Basso

Arti Grafiche Friulane Società Editrice, Tavagnacco (UD) 2005, 212 pagine, 24x27cm, ISBN 9788878570177

euro 25,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

Mostra Udine, Chiesa di San Francesco, 15 luglio - 21 agosto 2005

Il libro prende in esame il ricamo della regione Friuli, partendo dalle testimonianze più antiche, ancora oggi conservate nei musei regionali, sino ad arrivare ad interpretazioni attuali di ricami eseguiti ai giorni nostri. Tanti sono i riferimenti storici e le fotografie a colori dei capi che ci trasportano a epoche lontane, che ci hanno tramandato tecniche e punti molto belli. Interessante è notare come l’arte del ricamo, spesso definita “arte minore”, abbia conservato inalterato il suo fascino e possa vantare ancora una grossa popolarità a dispetto di altre arti, forse più rinomate, ma meno praticate. 

24/04/24

[noneun]

Non tutti i cacciatori sono bracconieri, ma tutti i bracconieri sono cacciatori. E non sorprende che chi uccide per divertimento possa uscire dalle larghe maglie della legalità e compiere atti ancora più crudeli, come questo.

Il fatto che lo sciacallo dorato sia una specie protetta non è un deterrente, evidentemente.