Wishlist: Elizabeth I Portrait Pants


 The Sleeping Cat, 1944

 Lucian Freud
(via:  stuttgarter-zeitung)


Hazelnut Cake w/Fig Compote | Dolly & Oatmeal


Lucian Freud, Two Plants (1977-80) at the Tate.


Giorgio Armani S/S 2015 Milan

❝ Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger.

But to love the sunset is not, as they say, one of the attributes of exile. ❞
—   Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (via yesyes)   —

comic book meme: ten books (2/10)


Cat Behaviour:   The “Butt Wiggle of Doom” is performed by cats when they are about to pounce.  Like a baseball player digging in his/her cleats before stealing a base, the cat is digging in its rear claws for maximum grip before leaping.


Artwork by Katie Scott


#your face is a rare gift

❝ When I’m old and gray, I want to have a house by the sea. And paint. With a lot of wonderful chums, good music, and booze around. And a damn good kitchen to cook in. ❞
—   Ava Gardner  (via colonial-abroad)   —



((kind of) abandoned) film ideas


Victor/Victoria (1982)