Oh, Christ
Anna, he’s going to start reading poetry at us
what do we do
play dead?
no that’s bears
what’s wrong
nothing’s wrong
nothing’s wrong exactly
don’t you like the flowers
the flowers are fine
i guess i just thought there’d be more
more than the flowers we have blanketing the party?
its fine i guess these are enough
i guess its fine if you dont really care about flowers
EXCUSE ME
YEAH HI EXCUSE ME
CAN WE HELP YOU
YEAH IS THERE SOME WAY WE CAN HELP YOU OVER HERE
THIS BED IS FOR TWO PEOPLE
YOU’RE MAKING US BE THREE PEOPLE AND WE DON’T WANT THAT
oh
you found us
you found us with your guitar
hey guys he found us and he brought his guitar with him
mmk
m’up
m’getting up
getting up in a minute i gotta go home
i cant stay here
do you guys mind if i stay here though
twenty more minutes and i’ll have made it through this entire night without talking to any–
fuck, fuck, the dog sees me
this is the worst orgy ive ever been to
if she plays another fucking organist recital i will literally and actually die right fucking here
NO ONE CAN TALK OVER A BWAMP BWAMP BWAMP ORGAN BLAST
THIS ISN’T AN ORGAN PARTY
IT’S A REGULAR PARTY
THAT YOU ARE RUINING
BY PLAYING THE ORGAN DURING IT
maybe if i keep covering more of my face with my hands
he’ll forget i’m here
and go away
hi hey
what are you doing over here all by yourself
i’m just
enjoying the view
but you’re facing the wrong way
you’re not facing the party
you can’t even see me talking to you
i know
hi there
hi
i hope you have a good reason
i’m sorry?
i said, i hope you have a really good reason
a good reason for what?
i hope you have a really good reason
for touching my fucking dress
I–
because if you dont have one
then i can’t think of a good reason why you should keep your hands
also your mustache looks like a furry piece of actual shit died on your mouth
heads up that that’s what it looks like
i’m sorry but you have to go
you have to go now
but darling
why
i dont have time to explain
i just need to be alone with this dog
okay
okay hah ahh okay
so i think this is going to be my life now
okay
so that’s
okay i can do this
get up
it’s weird to lie down when nobody else is lying down
sit up
i’ll sit up when I see something worth sitting up for
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“I’ll sit up when I see something worth sitting up for.”
Me every morning.
Actually, I think the caption for this painting needs to go to the lady in the gray dress: “Hand me the pitcher ….” [In 3 … 2 …1…]
For lack of anything better to do, I’m envisioning alternate scenarios. The one with the girls in the woods and the book–I’m thinking this is a group of wealthy teenage girls who are deep into their Tragic Books/LurleneMcDaniel phase, and Blue Dress has brought a book to read at their picnic. And the one rolling her eyes is going “Oh my god. If I listen to this one more time I’m going to die. Mabel is already pretending to cry and the lady isn’t even sick yet. What the hell.” And Mabel is going “BUT IT’S SOOO SAD” and Blue Dress is going “omg if she doesn’t shut up she’s going to ruin my tragic reading.” Hat Girl is going “I wonder if we can maybe only read like, one chapter today, because I’m so bored of these stupid books” and the last girl has a secret crush on Blue Dress so she keeps egging her on. “No, read MORE! Then what happens? Does the lady have a best friend who comes to nurse her on her sickbed and heals her and then they go live in a beautiful villa together?”
“I s2g Anne if you had us all meet in the Haunted Wood so you could read us your story about the ghost child who was murdered and who creeps up behind people to touch their hands I am going to murder you.”
Jane Andrews was never the most enthusiastic member of the Story Club.
“There WILL be a ghost in the woods and it will be YOU.”
God, imagine being haunted by Anne of Green Gables. Dead mice in your puddings. Firecrackers in your stove. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, the room suddenly gets colder and an eerie voice hisses in your ear, I think amethysts are the souls of good violets that have gone to heaven.
Don’t forget the eerie voice, hissing as you’re about to fall asleep, Tomorrow is a day with no mistakes in it…yet.
A piece of short fiction by a slightly more vengeful Atwood. An Atwood of Greater Powers.
Dear, sweet, practical Jane.
Oh man, Lurlene McDaniel phase. “Everyone has CANCER and it’s TERRIBLE and then HEARTBREAK.”
Al: I really can’t staaaay…
Vicky: But baby, it’s cold outside!
Al: I’ve got to go ‘way…
Vicky: But baby, it’s cold outside!
i’ll sit up when I see something worth sitting up for
Yep.
She should sit up before that scythe blade penetrates her chest… 0.0
“because if you dont have one
then i can’t think of a good reason why you should keep your hands”
a fine sample line all ladies should have in their arsenals.
I think his reason is that woman is obviously trying to steal a potted plant from the party.
“Screw buying overpriced herbs at the supermarket, I’m just gonna grab this parsley and oh fuck he saw me.”
I saw the potted plant and thought she might have taken it with her as a companion, in lieu of a tiny dog or similar. Compact, self-contained, no cleanup, produces oxygen…definitely way better than that guy.
I think the fringe of her shawl is caught in his button.
Or so he says.
hm. yeah. wonder how that happened, mr. touchy-fingers…
I though she was rather inconsiderate. First you go about in a shawl that is clearly just meant to catch every doorjamb within 10m and then when it catches a random guys button, you insult his mustache. He’s probably not even interested. He’s in a hurry to go to a gay mustache-lovers ball.
If she’d played her cards right, she could have swung an invite!
thank you for understanding exactly how i feel at 90% of all the parties I attend. even the ones that are literally blanketed in flowers.
Is that a scythe leaning casually against the wall in that last painting? I think if someone tells that girl to sit up again she is going to sit up with a vengeance and start chopping off some damn heads.
I think the painting is supposed to show the passage of the seasons, so the scythe is on the harvest end of the painting. Or it’s a contrast between the pastoral bliss of the painting and the eventual mortality of all flesh.
I thought that was just me! Ugh, looks like death is just waiting for her. She’s like, “Nope! If I don’t sit up, you cannot kill me! I shall live horizontally forever!”
Seriously, though, the ladies in #3 are going to straight up murder that dude. Good for them.
I’ve never seen the stink-eye captured so beautifully.
That one is my favorite.
“i dont have time to explain
i just need to be alone with this dog”
How I feel about 90% of parties and 100% of dogs.
Replace the dog with a cat or a bowl of 7 layer dip and I’m right there with ya.
Same. Plus cats. Rabbits are ok too. I’ll even take a guinea pig even.
on rabbits guys this morning when I woke up my rabbit had knocked over my laundry bag and crawled inside it and when I got out of bed what I saw was the cute little nose poking out and it was adorable. Of course she moved before I could get a picture.
‘asdgag”;lsja;dg’l
Which reminds me of one of my favorite Gemma Correll cartoons:
The only reason ever to go to a party, IMO.
BINGO
Also damn, drunken Snow White is a solid Halloween costume.
try 100% of life and 100% of dogs.
“You’re making us be three people and we don’t want that.”
1. How I feel about most outings that involve me and a friend and another friend.
2. How I am very afraid they feel about me during same outings.
I lived both of these scenarios for about 2 years when I was 15! A very close friend moved way the hell out in the suburbs and could only make it to the city one Saturday a month. She naturally wanted to make the most of it so she would invite me and her 2 best friends from her former school to hang out all day. Except her 2 friends were assholes and I hated being forced to spend time with them when I only wanted to see her, and they felt the same way about me, except more asshole-ishly. Such fond memories of them walking 3 abreast on the sidewalk with me tagging behind because there wasn’t enough room for me at the front.
“so i think this is going to be my life now
okay
so that’s
okay i can do this”
So perfect. So wonderful. So over-identification. (Also, great dress/nightie.)
that woman is six months away from a Great North American Adventure. She isn’t coming back, but she might send home a case of spent shotgun shells.
i think that one was my favorite. the hand to the temple really brought it home.
That one was kind of heartbreaking, I want to bust in there and rescue her.
Oh man I feel for those two women in the top photo. Nothing is worse at a party than an earnest bro trapping you away from the drinks and talking about *~his work~*.
Yup, that’s men for ya. In one of my favorite pieces of fiction, Bonfire of the Vanities by Tom Wolfe, this truism about men is pointed out over and over again. If you’ve read the book, you’ll remember The Girl With the Brown Lipstick who has lunch with a lawyer and wonders why it is that every time a man takes you out on a date, you have to sit through at least a half hour of “my career” before you can have a normal conversation.
Woman in lower right corner of flowers one is me at every party I’ve hosted after the first ten minutes. Whyyy are you people still here.
I love throwing parties. I keep doing it, over and over. but then all these people show up, and it’s the worst. Why are they all here?? Happens every time.
“why
i dont have time to explain
i just need to be alone with this dog”
but why
look, we have matching ribbons
I shouldn’t have to explain this to you
and you need to go now
Please never stop doing these, Mallory!
Actually, that looks like a very pleasant and well-mannered orgy.
The third one is perfect. “No, dude, we most certainly do not need your *wink wink* ‘help’, ugh, get out of here”
that guy definitely shouldn’t be crowding those two women on that bed but I’m really into the way his hosen match his shooen
They’re not appreciating it though!
Lovely Satin dress lady with the red ribbons needs to have stern words with her ladies maid about ironing her gown. Those creases are killing me
(more time with a dog, less time with boring men #bestlife)
I got so distracted by those creases on multiple levels.
Level the first: why didn’t anyone iron this dress whyyyy.
Level the second: that’s a really good painting of creases, they look so real.
Level the third: I hate ironing.
OH GOD YES. So many creases! Tell your lady’s maid to get her act together.
It’s like they had it folded up in a box! People, this is why we have wardrobes.
They hauled it out for the underpaid model to wear. Probably someone’s ancient castoff.
They could have at least hung it in a steamy bathroom for a bit.
I read somewhere that hangers were a relatively recent invention and that dresses etc generally *were* just folded up and stored in boxes. This painting just shows the results in more vivid detail than most . . .
My guess: this guy came home from war unexpectedly. Look at Napoleon in the background and obviously he’s a military dude. She didn’t have time to have the dress ironed, just pulled it out and put it on hurriedly. Now he has to leave, and is hoping for a little something to remember her by.
Honestly either one could be the door holder and either one could be the door puller opener. I tend to suspect the lady’s pushing the door closed.
On Saturday, my friends and I couldn’t shake two Nice Guys at a bar. During the brief period that I had one of them convinced that I was interested exclusively in women, our conversation actually turned pleasant and we got to talking about his dog. When I found out that his apartment was across the street, I exclaimed loud enough for the whole bar to hear, “Why isn’t your dog here RIGHT NOW?!”
YES
(Is that painting of Albert & Victoria? It’s the first thing I thought on scrolling past)
The Black Brunswicker (1860) is a painting by John Everett Millais. It was inspired in part by the exploits of the Black Brunswickers, a German volunteer corps of the Napoleonic Wars, during the Waterloo campaign[2] and in part by the contrasts of black broadcloth and pearl-white satin in a moment of tender conflict.[3] The painting was originally exhibited with the plural title The Black Brunswickers, but is most commonly known by the singular form of the title.[4] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Black_Brunswicke…
Thank you! 🙂
ah I was wondering what Napoleon was doing in the background!
I love it that the model is Kate Dickens Perugini.
It’s a polyester tablecloth, fresh from the wrapper. And her right shoulder was dislocated as she ripped the wrapper open, poor dear.
I’m thinking maybe the satin dress is an artist’s prop he just threw on her? A prop he DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO CARE FOR so he JUST FUCKING FOLDS IT when it’s not in use?
I was just really impressed with the artwork.
Me too. Ooh, satin!
Costume history worker here. Re: the creases on the dress. Nope, it is not because the artist just threw this prop onto the model and/or wanted to show off their skills painting creases in satin. It was actually considered a mark of high status to wear a gown that was clearly crisp out of the box/brand new. Ladies didn’t iron their dresses on purpose.
The creases are there intentionally. They show the person wearing the dress had enough clothing that such dresses were held in clothes presses. The creases show it has just been taken out. There are photos of Queen Victoria’s daughters with similar creases in their dresses. So creases show her social status.
I think he pointed out the folds to her and she’s looking down and just noticing.
Or maybe she pulled it out to quickly get married before he leaves to war. She had no time for ironing.
“it’s weird to lie down when nobody else is lying down” made me think of this time when my friend told me it was weird that I stepped out onto the patio alone to avoid listening to “Drops of Jupiter.” I thought it was weird that I was the only one.
*salutes you*
Uuughhh anything to avoid Train
I despise that whiny song.
“hey guys he found us and he brought his guitar with him”
Oh, hey, it’s every Emerson party except for the ones where the guy would shut everything down so we could watch a rough-cut of whatever student film he was working on.
“anyway here’s Wonderwall”
Oh my god we had one of these in grad school. His particular talent? Fire poi. You know, two chains, that he spun around and at each end was fire. The first night, when we had a house party to get to know each other, he whipped these things out. It was cool everyone was like, neat that guy can do this fire thing.
Two years and countless parties later…I can’t describe to you the jaded beauty of an entire party full of people being like, “sigh….ok….really? Are you going outside? I dunno it’s JANUARY….do we have to? Ok…fine….”
“no that’s bears”
playing dead really should be more universal.
But please stop taking selfies with bears. (Completely OT but if it weren’t going to give bears bad habits, shouldn’t we just let bears eat these people?)
sadly, playing dead rarely makes a difference – they don’t notice
The bears, or the men?
Never mind, I know which.
*would totally buy a book of Mallory’s art posts*
hint hint
A big, beautiful coffee table book, too.
When I was a kid, my parents had a book called “Captions Courageous”, which was all Old Masters with funny captions. I loved it, even though I probably only understood about half the jokes. My favourite of the ones I can remember was Manet’s “Olympia”, with the maid holding the flowers saying “Send ’em back, baby, I looked up his rating in Dun & Bradstreet.”
Fucking organists, man.
I know the joke was already made upthread, but I can’t help but to think that she’s playing Wonderwall and that’s why everyone’s rolling their eyes.
My stepfather, rest his soul, was an amateur organist, and every month he’d throw a party for the local organist club. I love most music, but I would hide in my room on those evenings. They were all lovely people. It’s just there’s nowhere to GET AWAY from a full-sized pipe organ in a house, you know?
@shahea
Yes, obviously the whole point of the painting is to show off the painter’s skill with painting satin. But why would such a fancy lady be seen in such a wrinkled dress?? There must be some sort of subtext with the creases, representing the folding of the holy roman empire or some such nonsense that would have been obvious at the time, but is now only known to a couple of very dedicated art historians, who no one ever listens to, because they’re always trying to do things like play the organ at non-organ parties.
The creases represent virtue. The dog represents virtue. The red ribbon represents virtue. Everything virtue all the time always.
Fun fact! The young lady who wants to be alone with her dog is one of Charles Dickens’s daughters.
I too am wondering what’s up with her dress. Obviously a deliberate choice by Millais but eh?
Really! How interesting, thanks for sharing.
I have never seen a clearer expression of readiness to murder than in the second-to-last one.
These are all so perfect.
no that’s bears
flawless.
#3 is providing an excellent example of how to fight men for armrests, even in situations where there are no actual armrests. I approve of her aggressive use of space
The guy with the guitar reminds me of the obnoxious minstrels on Assassin’s Creed II, and I usually just punched them. Same would apply here.
Assassin’s Creed: Revelations has a mission where you beat up minstrels for their costumes and stand on a corner singing:
I am a tactless minstrel,
I sing off-key for coins,
If you see me in the street,
Please kick me in the loins.
Oh my god, amazing. I punched a minstrel once and the crowd nearby usually disperses and screams, but this time someone yelled “He got what he deserved” and I have never felt more vindicated.
“i think this is going to be my life now” lady is also a shoo-in for the Women Trying To Read In Art History category. She has perfected the “I am trying to read and it is hard to do that while also thinking of ways to kill you” look.
Women Preparing For Quals in Art
If my clothes were that heavy I’d probably be lying down all the time too.
>this is the worst orgy ive ever been to
My laughter alarmed the cat. (Which makes a case for my being able to say the same thing, actually.)
My cat looked at me suspiciously!
OK, art history rookie with aspirations to world-class dilettantitude, checking in with the question that trumps all others: WHERE O Where can I see these paintings? And others in your xlnt series? Pro-am tip: many of yr pre-Raphaelite and historically reenacted swashbuckling works may be @ delart.org in Wilmington, Del. Small museum, heartbreakingly small city, but oh those girls and their party dresses.
Most srsly, I’d be grateful if you’d post the art credits (title and artist) any time you have them. I don’t know 4 sure, but I have a strong hunch Wikipedia didn’t paint them all.
We get this request occasionally, and encourage people to right click and then reverse image search on Google!
yeah they are all from wikimedia commons and it takes a lot of time to do these posts, i tried tagging the credits once but it A) took forever, B) didn’t help anyone because the artists are way dead and C) doesn’t make me any money, so i’ll never do it again
They’re all men, anyway, so they don’t need any more credit for their work than they’ve already received.
So, after the rousing success that Texts from Jane Eyre will clearly be, can we safely assume that next on deck will be a beautiful coffee table book of these? Because I desperately need them. Even a monthly calendar would be fine.
Oh man, I don’t even use wall calendars, but I could be persuaded to do so if there were a “Women in Western Art History” calendar series.
Also a Two Monks Invent calendar series.
I think this is going to have to be a weekly series at this point.
I am de-lurking for the first time ever on this site to say that I particularly love the caption on the 5th one down (hungover drunk party girls in a cave/on a river bed) because it could apply to ANY one of them; I cannot figure out who is speaking.
I just recently discovered this marvelous site, and I’ve been reading through the archives (on page 52, and sad that I missed out on chances to discuss Snowpiercer and biscuit-making), and I think this series might be my favorite thing The Toast does. Or maybe the advice columns. Or maybe…yeah, just all of it.
Sergeant Bothari? Or Elena Bothari?
Elena was taken back in the early days of the internet when I was name-choosing, so Sergeant it is!
Horrifying heroic flawed fascinating Sergeant Bothari, nice to meet you.
Thank you, puzzleg! Always nice to meet another fan. My bumper sticker says “Protected by Barrayaran Imperial Security,” and in the 11 years I’ve been driving this car, I’ve only met two people who knew what it meant. Instant friends!
I went through a spell where I wore chocolate brown with silver jewelry for special events… There used to be a site that sold polo shirts with the “University of Vorbarr Sultana” logo and T-shirts that said “Bharaputra Labs, where YOU are our most important product” — I may have to see if they’re still in business!
Oh my god that’s awesome. I’m gonna put Vorkosigan livery on my Christmas list. And I think that website might be where I got the bumper sticker.
I met Lois once at a writing con. She was amazing. Did you know that Hugo and Nebula Award winners get tie-tacks? ‘Cause all good writers must be dudes, right? Lois recognized that for the horseshit it is, and had a friend of hers make all her award tie-tacks into this great collar-type necklace. It was definitely a Wayne’s World “we’re not worthy” moment.
Oh my god we had one of these in grad school. His particular talent? Fire poi. You know, two chains, that he spun around and at each end was fire. The first night, when we had a house party to get to know each other, he whipped these things out. It was cool everyone was like, neat that guy can do this fire thing.
Two years and countless parties later…I can’t describe to you the jaded beauty of an entire party full of people being like, “sigh….ok….really? Are you going outside? I dunno it’s JANUARY….do we have to? Ok…fine….”
I used to be Pagan…I thought that happened at ALL parties.
I dated one that juggled machetes.
That went as well as you might expect.
He went on to Cirque du Soleil, but didn’t stay with them.
I never felt moved to look into why.
HAHAHAHA.
Beautiful. There’s a time in one’s life where that seems real hot, and then there’s the moment you pass beyond that time…
“Oh my god we had one of these in grad school. His particular talent? Fire poi. You know, two chains, that he spun around and at each end was fire. The first night, when we had a house party to get to know each other, he whipped these things out. It was cool everyone was like, neat that guy can do this fire thing.”
I’d of whipped out a bottle of lighter fluid and put on some Napalm Death.
oh
you found us
you found us with your guitar
hey guys he found us and he brought his guitar with him
/dead.
http://youtu.be/NqpNQ9AJYgU
>this is the worst orgy ive ever been to
…made me laugh so hard that my husband, who was sitting across the room and does not read The Toast, asked what was so funny. I tried to explain, but only wound up with him looking at me warily and going, “Yeah, no, I know what an orgy is.”
ORGAN PARTY
http://www.marriedtothesea.com/100106/you-are-inv…
“Fucking brilliant,” she thinks, savoring the irony even as it depresses her for all the woes of womenkind.
Similar group- grad students in hippie save the world program! We’re talking nearly 30% peace corps. Basically your pagan sensibility in khakis and fleece and things they got abroad.
twenty more minutes and i’ll have made it through this entire night without talking to any–
fuck, fuck, the dog sees me
Me in absolutely any situation at all.
Mallory, I love art books with big gorgeous paintings on thick paper—coffee table’s dream. I would pre-order an art history book with your commentary this minute, if one is available.
Does anyone know anyone at Taschen? or Phaidon? This needs to happen.
Seconded.
These are hysterical and wonderful. I too want an art history book w/ Mallory’s commentary.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thu… “Wait! . . . the fU@< just happened?! How did the guys end up with their clothes on? This party sucks!”
I love the commentary, but I have to point out that the woman’s dress has clearly snagged on the gentleman’s button and he’s just trying to get that fringe NOT wrapped around his fancy snaps.
I agree it should be.” you hussy why did you get so close to me that my button got stuck in your awful fringe?”
I have been to at least half of these parties…..at least…please make a book!
happy
happy
happiness —> what happens to my brain every time I see one of these in my feed.
(Can we arrange for these to be on the little cards on the wall at the National Gallery?)
I know that the parade has passed by and left here (I have a problem of following internal Toast links, trying to join with the conversation and only noticing after pressing “Submit Comment” that all the other comments are tagged “posted 28 months ago”) but the caption “oh. you found us. you found us with your guitar. hey guys he found us and he brought his guitar with him” is still amusing me thought the day. Just knowing it’s at a party, you can sense the whole story behind it, one that he’s nowhere near perceptive enough to pick up on.
hey there friend, high-five for discovering this hilarity slightly after everyone else! yay!
haha!!! i was thinking the same thing – and have seen a similar attempt at many a function out in LA. Sooo funny.
I think the second to last picture could also be something along the lines of:
“die! die! die!
I’m trying to kill you with my brain.
WHY aren’t you dying yet?
i feel so much contempt for you i DO NOT UNDERSTAND why it’s not causing you physical harm”
Can’t talk now. Shaving off mustache.
So I was scrolling through the meme site tickld.com today, and came across this post by a user penbc: http://www.tickld.com/funny/t/1054314
Evidently, she forgot to credit you as her source (by accident, I’m sure, I can’t imagine a person would deliberately rip-off someone else’s work so that they could get approval on the internet!). I thought this was an unfortunate oversight, because now all the lovely (and generally feminist-hating) people of tickld.com don’t get to see the rest of Mallory’s work in all of its glory:(
This is SO what my broke-by-#c36 heart needed right now!!
That third-to-the-last-one: “Dude, I don’t care if you have a skull and crossbones on your hat, I’ve got a motherfucking hairpin. And WTF is up with that, anyway? It’s not so much ‘pirate’ as it is ‘SS division’.”
#8 must have been Julia Quinn’s inspiration for the Smith-Smythe sisters…
I love you forever, Mallory
PLEASE NEVER CHANGE
might sound silly but….who is the second to last painting by?
Hi, what is the information on the painting you’ve captioned with: “twenty more minutes and i’ll have made it through this entire night without talking to any–fuck, fuck, the dog sees me.” I study Japanese art and I’m really curious to try to figure out whose screen that is!!
i would like to know who wrote the captions for these…. so i can marry them.
thanks.
The captions pair beautifully with the pictures. Does anyone know where I can find the actual title of the pictures and the artist’s name?
Dear Mallory, could you please provide me with the name and title of painting No 13 (with the dog)? I’d be very grateful. You can reply to this e-mail address: bethra [at] gazeta.pl or post here.
A tip for the future: it would be nice if there were at least essential pieces of information on the paintings on these hilarious lists 🙂
The Black Brunswicker by Millais, based on the real incident of the Brunswick regiment being summoned to Waterloo in the middle of a party… Wonderful painting, but I love Mallory’s caption 🙂
What I’d love to know is the name of each painting (if it has a name) and the name of the artist. They all look like 19th century kitsch
First this post is beautifully hilarious. Second, can someone please tell me the title or artist of the 5th painting down.
just came to say how amazing the light and shading is on silver/grey dress (third from bottom). the fold pleats and perfect shadows on it made me think it could be a photograph rather than a painting.
Ladies love acoustic guitar. Best party ever.
I Love this!!! I also loved your recent article about the men wearing helmets LOL!!! Please keep them coming!! Amy
So, after the rousing success that Texts from Jane Eyre will clearly be, can we safely assume that next on deck will be a beautiful coffee table book of these? Because I desperately need them.
some on , this list is incomplete without the most obvious one https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_D%C3%A9jeuner_su…
This was awesome. So very awesome. 🙂
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