I can’t tell you how many stories I’ve listened to that I’m just like, “Sure, darling, but can you please pay attention to my mermaid dress and purple hair?”
From left to right: Monday night, Wednesday evening, Friday at 5:02pm.
Walter Robinson’s a gem of an artist, yeah? Thanks for giving us what matters.
TBH, I don’t know too much about Wayne Thiebaud outside of his incessant use of desserts and things-I-swear-off-on-Monday-and-inhale-by-Wednesday…
WAYNE. I feel you! These are in my little mesh tote at Sephora within .3 seconds of walking in the door.
Just let me know when there’s still life paintings of all those stupid travel samples of dry shampoo that end up costing a small fortune. Then we’ll really hit the trifecta.
Happy Friday, darlings.
Edouard Manet presents us with a scene I’m sure we are all familiar with after this week’s farewell address…and the impending doom that is our upcoming administration.
Scholarship wants me to tell you that Manet’s At the Cafe from 1878 is perhaps his most “suggestive work yet,” but I’m not really about that (I mean, helloooooo, have you Googled Olympia? Get real.). Instead, I’ll say that it’s probably the most obvious in its characterization of bar boredom I have seen in awhile.
All about this woman in the middle, drinking with her hand on her hip, though. Super classy.
A slice for each time I’ve groaned “Is it Friday yet?” in the last twenty minutes.