“I create miniature drawings…”
“I draw on trash and leave it for people…”
“I recreated a van Gogh painting out of tape…”
OMG, BORED PANDA. ENOUGH.
I actually caught myself saying, WELL LA DE DAH at a coffeeshop. OUT LOUD. What do these authors want? A medal? High fives from passersby?
GET REAL. / hire me.
Auguste Toulmouche’s Reluctant Bride speaks to me in a myriad of ways.
The first? This chick’s gaze is everything I feel about marriage. Don’t get me wrong: I’ll say yes to being fawned over by girls in big dresses, but that’s about it.
Second, this braid.
Last, I’m hoping the bride’s actually all unimpressed with the girl on the right. Way to try and steal the spotlight, Flower Crown! But, uh, we know who we’re here for…
I need this for my parking space at work.
While some might go ahead and call this artwork by its given name Vanity, I choose to call this My Daily Routine.
Kidding. I have no need for a corset.
Hair goals.
Shoulder goals.
Billowed sleeve goals.
Four versions of Edvard Munch’s The Scream exist (they’re actually a set from a series called The Frieze of Life). This particular Scream is the only one in a private collection.
Can you even imagine what this guy sounds like?! “Oh yeah, you know, just, uh, The Scream here, hanging out in my front parlor.” Yeesh, what a chump.
Sotheby’s lists the work as sold in 2012 for 119,922,500 USD. But THEN it says: (Hammer Price with Buyer’s Premium) next to the price tag.
If there is a more romantic parenthetical, I don’t even wanna know.
How absolutely stunning is this dress?
Do we call this an installation? It’s gorgeous.
Israeli artist Sigalit Landau submerges a gown in the Dead Sea for two years. Photos from its underwater adventures here.
This work is called After the Misdeed.
Personally, I prefer After the Missed Call.
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