Lachrimaestro

charminglyantiquated:

runwildwithme:

charminglyantiquated:

hey guys can you help me find that old portrait of a girl holding a little painting of a naked dude and cracking up about it?? I want to say it’s by Rembrandt but that’s probably not right

It’s “Smiling Girl, a Courtesan, Holding an Obscene Image” by Gerard van Honthorst!!

It’s the best painting that exists

It’s my historical crush! (She also plays the lute, and sometimes the viol da gamba).

electric-nylon

Which episode?

-Arkangel, about the woman who implants a chip in her daughter to keep tabs on her, with unforeseen consequences.

Watching an episode of Black Mirror filmed in my neighborhood.

It’s standing in for a mildly dystopian future in which everything has become a little more shabby.

It must be colder than -11, ‘cus that’s when my car’s clock magically resumes working.

forevernoon:

Eyvind Earle

Favorite Christmas movie? It’s difficult to choose, but I think the most satisfying to me will always be the 1951 Christmas Carol with Alastair Sim. For a host of reasons, but the main thing is that appears completely removed from its’ own time. The 1938 film looks like it was made in ‘38. The 1970 version is very definitely 1970.

The cinematography seems like the product of some impossible photographic technology employed in 1845 and subsequently lost to history! The sets and props are so accurate, but it goes deeper. There are elements of 40′s noir of course, but there is an oppressive gloom in that film which is not of the century in which it was made.

lachrimaestro:

I miss falling asleep by a fireplace. If the house is quiet and there isn’t too much traffic one can hear the hissing sound of moisture in the wood, and another sound like somebody waving a tarpaulin to flatten it. A rustling, humming sound.

Annual snow shoveling portrait.

nothing2c:

medusa-must-live:

🏺Tell me your favorite greek myth in less than 5 words🏺

Looking backward never pays off

Wax demonstrates poor heat resistance.

I’ve got these shorts I’ve worn every time I’ve painted in the last ten years. They’re from a time when I was substantially heavier, and they’re getting perilously close to Kevin Smith jort territory. I can’t discard them, because they’re my painting shorts, you understand?