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Wayne Thiebaud is easily the most darling.

Generally this is my reaction to everyone interrupting my Boden shopping to asking if I’ve met other “work related” deadlines for crucial quarterly reports.

Get there when I get there, team.

Caravaggio paints the moment the Resurrected Christ reveals himself over broken bread and the dinner table.

I love (love!) how the guy on the left tears his shirt at the elbow, but the guy on the right? He looks so bored. In spite of his outstretched hands, this guy’s jaw doesn’t even drop!

ARE YOU KIDDING ME, DISCIPLE? Look alive! It’s the risen LORD, for crying out loud!

So, remember when I said I was going to take the scholarly approach to this little corner of the Internet?

Ba ha ha.

In all seriousness, can I please have some anonymous admirer send me this dozen box of doughnuts?! Who actually finds flowers more romantic? I’m not about it. I would much prefer this sensational iced-strawberry-and-chocolate doughnut combo than any baby’s breath.

❤ just saying..

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec presents just about every predicament I find myself in when I’m just trying to play Drag Bingo, and someone thinks they get to talk to us.

A lot of people disliked May Milton, a dancer featured in this lithograph by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (the IMA website reports she was “short on talent and physical beauty”…ouch).

Fortunately for May, however, a private collector in Indiana inherited this particular lithograph in 1978. (Note: a lithograph is a painting made on a flat limestone surface…there’s a lot of ink-and-water-repelling-positive-and-negative-space-type conversations to have, but all you really need to know is paint’s repelled throughout the surface and makes a print, and water clears the rest.)

Anyway, the print that you see here is a version of one featured in Picasso’s “The Blue Room” from 1901. This one has since been restored and is in private hands. Lucky bastards. Like, I can barely justify flights to my best friend’s wedding, and these people are just waving money and Lautrec work around like it’s nothing.

Let me tell you, this outfit? This stance?! I’m not crazy for the company kept on the left of this chick, nor her hat, but hellooooo everything else!

Slap those hat boxes with Amazon Prime tape, and it’s like we are one and the same. 

So there’s not really much to say other than Louis Anquetin’s “Avenue de Clichy” is a big, fat phony of an artwork.

Is that too much? Fine. I’ll utilize appropriated here.

Louis Anquetin’s “Avenue de Clichy” is a raging example of appropriation.

Let’s start with composition: Vincent van Gogh’s “Cafe Terrace at Night” is almost exact in both style, layout, and color.

How about characters: Pretty apparent Anquetin studied Georges Seurat’s “Afternoon on the Grande Jatte” because hello, look at that woman facing the left of the painting! They’re like twins.

No, but really, more characters: No surprise, either, Anquetin’s lookin’ to Toulouse-Lautrec, either. I say this for two reasons: One, he’s totally pulling from a Moulin Rouge dancer with that chick hiking her dress up in the rain, and two, that cropped face in the bottom right?? Couldn’t be more blatantly borrowed from Henri if we tried.

At least we know now who was the science nerd doing all the homework for the Post-Impressionist jocks, amirite? Raise your hand, Louis. And stop trying so hard.

Caillebotte, you’re such a downer to be painting these rainy days all the time.