When I eat an entire box of Girl Scout cookies during last night’s Dancing with the Stars, but scoff at using more than a tablespoon of coffee creamer today.
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Monthly Archives: April 2016
equestrienne
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec finished Equestrienne in 1888, and sold it to the owner of the Moulin Rouge, Joseph Oller, the same year.
Lautrec doesn’t give a damn about anything glamorous about the circus in this. Instead, we have this close-up of this weird, sexual trifecta of ringmaster, rider, and what has to be the most well-endowed horse in all of art history.
Rumor has it Suzanne Valadon modeled as the rider, and I am SO EXCITED BY THAT. She also modeled for Renoir’s Dance at Bougival, my favorite work never on display at Boston’s MFA.
ah, yes…
No amount of fur-lined robes or cunning looks can save me from Monday. I might as well just continue sittin’ back and swiping right.
elegant woman
Louis Anquetin gives us a fancy woman with a killer outfit attending a show at the Élysée Montmartre, a concert hall in Paris.
This woman has such sensational pride–I love it. Makes me want to do more, like look the end of the weekend in the eye and say, I can handle this.
…But I can’t. I just can’t.
I went to the Phillips Collection yesterday, and saw this beautiful work by Paul Gauguin. The Ham, from 1889, presents us with a portion size that’s absolutely acceptable, a handful of small onions, and a glass of wine that begs to be topped off.
Gaugin continues to be one of the most stunning users of color in the Post-Impressionist field. What he generated with bright, flat planes of color continues to be an inspiration to viewers and artists alike. The torture Gauguin must’ve felt on his endless quest for the Edenic primitivism cost him so much that we ought to…
…oh God, the horror. I CAN’T DO IT. This April Fool’s joke ends HERE AND NOW.
Gauguin was known to have said, “Let’s do a Cezanne.” Again with the originality, argued here, sir! I’m endlessly impressed, truly.
time, death, and judgment
George Frederick Watts really loves the allegories of Time, Death, and Judgment. The guy on the left is Time, and he’s doing a poor job dragging Death along with him. And just look at Judgment lost in the clouds, equipped with both boredom and a knife.
Let’s be real; Death is actually me when I had to share a flight of wine with a friend last week. Like, hello?, that’s what a flight issss. It gives me direct permission to drink three nearly-full glasses of gewürztraminer on my own, dude.
Only bored Judgment understands me.
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