This glass corset, made by Anna Viktoria Norberg is a conceptual piece of clothing designed to speak of the pain that women go through in order to adhere to fashion.
The corset - made from one piece of glass - was blown into a negative body cast, cut into four pieces, drilled and laced together.
Ouch.
This piece makes me wonder about the necessity of wearing bras.
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Venus Consoling Cupid Stung by a Bee
Benjamin West, 1802
The Hermitage Museum
“Benjamin West, born in America, settled in London at the age of 25 and went on to become court painter and President of the Royal Academy, making him the first American artist to gain an international reputation. He painted a number of works on the subject of Venus and Cupid between 1797 and 1814, basing himself on an ode by Anacreon, Wounded Cupid. Stung by a bee, Cupid complains to his mother, Venus, who embraces her child and at the same time smilingly chides him that his wound is nothing to that which he can cause with his arrows. Venus’s cold, Neoclassical profile contrasts with the pretty and somewhat effeminate Cupid.”
Quite interesting, actually.
Reminds me of Batch.
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Love, a portrait.
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Dashboard coincidence.
This is the article that FeministFilm linked to. BookPaperScissors reblogged the artwork above it.
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Supervixen
The very first one.
i still love it, two years and two months after.
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Girl with a candle, Self-Portrait, 1911, Zinaida Serebryakova. Russian (1884 - 1967)
It’s Maria!
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Esra Roise has this fun “defiantly unfinished” look to her stuff. Almost as if she abandons them when they cease to amuse her.
i like the style of both the artist and the creation.
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can’t get over jon foster’s incredible illustrations. i love the mix of polished and textured strokes.
So i found this in my likes archives…
And…
Wow, look at the owl-woman. Wow!
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i love thes queen bees and their classical looks reinterpreted with honey.
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For Pristine.
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Mona Lisa \ Fernando Botero, 1959
I love Botero’s work. AND he’s Colombian like me :)
A little too early for a wednesday gpoy but…
- i’ve been recuperating from a cold by eating a lot
of kiat-kiat (tiny oranges) - i’ve been cooking dinner for the family since i have a free week
- it’s the season for food.
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An illustration by Kay Nielsen for The Story of a Mother.
The roads crossed each other in the depths of the forest, and she no longer knew whither she should go! then there stood a thorn-bush; there was neither leaf nor flower on it, it was also in the cold winter season, and ice-flakes hung on the branches.
“Hast thou not seen Death go past with my little child?” said the mother.
“Yes,” said the thorn-bush; “but I will not tell thee which way he took, unless thou wilt first warm me up at thy heart. I am freezing to death; I shall become a lump of ice!”
And she pressed the thorn-bush to her breast, so firmly, that it might be thoroughly warmed, and the thorns went right into her flesh, and her blood flowed in large drops, but the thorn-bush shot forth fresh green leaves, and there came flowers on it in the cold winter night, the heart of the afflicted mother was so warm; and the thorn-bush told her the way she should go.
Love.
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Ilse Bing, Sleeping child, 1945
Love the stuffed elephant. i want one, but again, probably not for Christmas. Birthday?
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