
Ughhhhh, Monday. Spoiler: this groan’s been a real thing since like, 3:30 Sunday afternoon.

Ughhhhh, Monday. Spoiler: this groan’s been a real thing since like, 3:30 Sunday afternoon.
Lord Nelson was an officer in the Royal Navy, and dated this hot number named Emma Hart (though she was married to Sir William Hamilton when they first met). She wasn’t just a flag officer’s girl, but apparently the sensational muse of portrait painter George Romney. She was 17 when she posed as Circe, the goddess of magic.
Not surprising, Hart’s affair with Nelson produced major scandal. Spoilers: They had a child, he died, she gets dumped by all things Britain, and she dies penniless in 1815. At least she looks foxy in her goddess garb. A shame she couldn’t turn haters into animals like the real Circe.
I always think of this work when I accidentally drop my phone face down. I say a little prayer and say, “Don’t turn out like ‘The Bride Stripped Down by her Bachelors.'”
What, like you don’t?!

Can someone just come to my doorstep and drop this off? Either the painting or the actual open-faced peanut butter and jelly. Well, both, ideally.

‘If you have to go to war with a country, maybe you stand a chance of winning,’ Frank told his friend Tony Consiglio. ‘When you’re at war with a woman, you don’t have any chance. The best you can hope for is an occasional truce.’

Vincent van Gogh painted these shoes in 1866. Though I wouldn’t really call these the “most famous pair of shoes in modern art,” would you? Personally, I’d much rather rock these ruby slippers than grubby lace ups.

So many suitors, so little time.

Courbet’s “The Desperate Man” gets inked, thanks to Nicolas Amiard. This is actually the man I want to date. Perhaps a dash less of looking absolutely coked out, but definitely digging this hair length and loose layers. I’d even keep the face tattoo. Maybe.

GET THIS, GUYS. This work, “The Awakening Conscience,” by William Hunt is of a chick realizing the actual moment her lover absolutely sucks. No kidding, girl! You had me at this stupid facial hair. He probably wears a schmedium from J.Crew and puffer vests inside–ALL terrible. No doubt, the girl in the background’s surely his legit girlfriend.
The clincher of this work, though, is that Hunt’s fiancée is the MODEL. Would you dare to guess that Hunt and this girl didn’t even get married?! Shocking, I know.