I don’t understand how so many days can truly exist between Monday morning and Friday at 4:30. It’s like each minute between Thursday afternoon and Friday has its own darn federal holiday.
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quappi
Though I don’t take long pulls off cigarettes, I often wear chunky necklaces and contrasting cuffs while looking off in the distance and cursing Mondays.
Matilde von Kaulbach, aka Quappi, was Max Beckmann‘s second wife. 
She looks fierce as hell. Her style is everything. This cornflower blue is doing a lot for me, and the DISGUST she has for anything that doesn’t have to do with cocktail hour is measurably unparalleled.
Needless to say, I’m obsessed.
how novel
Josef Danhauser went ahead and named this work The Novel Reading. Cute, right?
Well, what he doesn’t know is, my ideas are usually frequently better than everyone else’s.
Might I suggest the title to read, Woman Realizing Monday’s Impending Doom. Even the Farnese Hercules in the background knows it’s a better title.
actual nightmare.
I see photos like this and I’m like, are you serious?! You want me to meet you at a happy hour?!
Joan Caulfield was a star with Paramount in the fifties. and was often called “feminine.” UH, NO KIDDING. YOU AREN’T EVEN TRYING TO SHED THAT LABEL, JOAN.
Frida Kahlo’s Self-Portrait with Thorn Necklace and Hummingbird can be found at the University of Texas in Austin, thanks to Nickolas Muray. What might surprise you is, Muray and Kahlo had an affair that lasted ten years (TEN YEARS!), and this was painted at the end of it, in 1940.
Muray wanted to marry her…and she paints this.
Welp, I’ll hand it to you, Frida! I’ll be sure to send this to all my no-longer-attractive Bumble matches…and there’s a lot of them. That’ll send the right message!
sally nixon’s women
Well, whaddya know, I embrace the regular, everyday lives like Sally Nixon does in her works. Though, I’m going to let you in on a secret: my fridge has way more Coors Lite in its door from a goodbye rager house party I had back in goddamn December, and I end up grabbing frosting from the pantry over a Diet Coke.
rainy day
There are some sensational moments in this work, but I really think my favorite is how Caillebotte paints “PHARAMACIE” in the corner building, painted in two-point perspective. That and the ho hum boredom this girl clearly demonstrates walking arm-in-arm with this guy.
schuffenecker’s studio
This is the Schuffenecker family. Gauguin hated them. Well, if I were Louise, I would feel the same right back. Go ahead, dude, paint me up in really miserable-looking heavy clothes, and give me that overbearing wedding ring: I still wouldn’t shut up about how annoyed I’d be to share my house with such an unbearable loser.
What’s even better is, scholarship suggests Gauguin tried to seduce her and faileddddd. So in addition to that awful outfit, Gauguin tries to add insult to injury by making her husband (and fellow contemporary artist Emile) look like a chump by featuring zero visual cues he was any sort of artist. That’s right–no brush, no bad beret, no nothing.
How cute are these kids as they comfort each other against Gauguin?
Strength in numbers.
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.
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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