inspiration december09/january2010 [thinking of spring]

went shopping today with my mom for christmas presents for the family. and I realized that I hate "fall colors." at least to wear. and idk why but they seem to bleeding into winter. reds and oranges and yellows. NOOOOO. give me jewel tones, pleaseeeeeeee. so I'm pining for spring right now.

anna sui's rtw spring 2010 collection looks like a peacock feather

primavesi by klimt, she looks like a model at the end of a runway no?

love the crinoline betsey johnson!

zooey deschanel and ben gibbard. my favorite indie couple.

behnaz sarafpour rtw spring 2010, reminds me of rosalind russell in his girl friday

behnaz sarafpour rtw spring 2010-love the asymmetry

behnaz sarafpour rtw spring 2010, mmm mustard, my favorite warm color

I WANT THESE BANGS.

anne hathaway at 2009 golden globes. love the color. I love purpley-navy in the spring

art is either plagiarism or revolution.

the daughters of edward darley boit

This painting changed my life. I first saw in on television on a Sister Wendy special on PBS. This painting gets compared to Las Meninas by Diego Velázquez, which I adore as well.

and while the subjects may mirror it, Las Meninas is about Velásquez controlling the situation that is so chaotic. In the painting his character is supposed to be painting the King and Queen. Infanta Margarita is being doted upon in the center, full of light, while Diegodear is hidden in the background. But he literally is still the more forceful figure, in his dark commanding garb, the only figure connected to the imposing canvas that slices the painting down the middle.

But

I like Daughters more. Las Meninas is generally considered one of the greatest paintings of all time, and I do enjoy it, but hey; I don't love the Stones either.

In Sargent's painting, which I discovered when I must have been about 12, he so well paint a portrait that isn't stiff or posed. The girls look as if they had just looked towards their father coming home. In a progression of light in parallel with age, the girls circle into darkness. But even in the light the youngest girl look so sad and disappointed. These girls are sisters, but they are isolated from each other. Even the two eldest and closest together are looking in completely different directions. Sister Wendy pointed out that girls grew up to live alone, those two eldest would grow apart from each other and from the world. From someone who lived for words, I realized that art like literature boiled down into just that singular moment. But that doesn't make the meaning singular.

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