The Ornamented Being
Ornamented: -verb: Adorn; beautify. Be·ing: -noun: Fulfillment of possibilities; essential completeness.
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Dress, Evening
Madeleine Vionnet (French, 1876–1975)
Fall/Winter 1938-39
Met
I don’t normally force a lot of text on everyone but this is a must read: “In Jungian psychology, the appearance of black birds in dreams is considered a bad omen and allied to fear of misfortune. For the Romantics, they hovered over battlefields to feast on the bodies of the slain. As a chilling prelude to war, the birds on this dress swarm around the body of the wearer like ominous raptors. At the same time, they serve as criticism of the vanity and ostentation of le beau monde. Like the bird who cries cras, cras (tomorrow, tomorrow), the black bird symbolizes those who are caught up in worldly pleasures.”
I loved this gown but now I love it all the more for the symbolism threaded onto each fold.
(Source: metmuseum.org)
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Photoset reblogged from braided life
Truth. When I am at an antique faire or an antique market and I see a pile of old books I have to force myself to put one foot in front of the other and slowly walk, not run, towards them. Even though my eyes are fixed on that stack of books like a drowning man staring at the shore, I ignore my fingers twitching at my side and approach steadily.
Once I reach the shop or stall I totally forget about trying to appear like a normal human. I take comfort in the fact that the owner won’t judge me if I sink to the dusty floor and give myself over to the draw of the books. They would never judge me if there are tears in my eyes when I find an old Tennyson.
There are old friends in each pile and there are new friends whispering hello! There are ageless treasures and there are ones that have been loved until the spine is thin.
I love literature. I love that I can be anywhere in any world in a matter of seconds. That nothing is impossible. Literature is a bridge to that part of our soul that longs for creative freedom and for those few precious moments I can let myself fly.
There is no other comparable reading experience than picking up an old, leather-bound book and opening the pages. The leather, the paper, even the ink has a scent that is absolutely unique.
Agreed.
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Photoset reblogged from Audacious Idiosyncrasies.
Truth. When I am at an antique faire or an antique market and I see a pile of old books I have to force myself to put one foot in front of the other and slowly walk, not run, toward them. Even though my eyes are fixed on that stack of books like a drowning man staring at the shore, I ignore my fingers twitching at my side and approach steadily.
Once I reach the shop or stall I totally forget about trying to appear like a normal human. I take comfort in the fact that the owner won’t judge me if I sink to the dusty floor and give myself over to the draw of the books. They would never judge me if there are tears in my eyes when I find an old Tennyson.
There are old friends in each pile and there are new friends whispering hello! There are ageless treasures and there are ones that have been loved until the spine is thin.
I love literature. I love that I can be anywhere in any world in a matter of seconds. That nothing is impossible. Literature is a bridge to that part of our soul that longs for creative freedom and for those few precious moments I can let myself fly.
Look what made it back to my dashboard! This is one of my favorite things that I have written on Ornamented Being.
that was beautiful.
Still one of my favorite things on this blog.
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Photoset reblogged from Nerdy Glasses
Truth. When I am at an antique faire or an antique market and I see a pile of old books I have to force myself to put one foot in front of the other and slowly walk, not run, toward them. Even though my eyes are fixed on that stack of books like a drowning man staring at the shore, I ignore my fingers twitching at my side and approach steadily.
Once I reach the shop or stall I totally forget about trying to appear like a normal human. I take comfort in the fact that the owner won’t judge me if I sink to the dusty floor and give myself over to the draw of the books. They would never judge me if there are tears in my eyes when I find an old Tennyson.
There are old friends in each pile and there are new friends whispering hello! There are ageless treasures and there are ones that have been loved until the spine is thin.
I love literature. I love that I can be anywhere in any world in a matter of seconds. That nothing is impossible. Literature is a bridge to that part of our soul that longs for creative freedom and for those few precious moments I can let myself fly.
Look what made it back to my dashboard! This is one of my favorite things that I have written on Ornamented Being.
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HopeHope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune—without the words,
And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me. -
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,—
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me! -
Photoset reblogged from Madeline Lime
I have this feeling that tomorrow theme might end up being one of my favorites I’ve ever done.
Girl Reading by Alfred Émile Stevens
The text is the last paragraph of one of my favorite articles entitled: You Should Date an Illiterate Girl by Charles Warnke
While I certainly haven’t read the article, due to this excerpt, here are a few things I would say to Charles Warnke:
1. Blaming women for your lack of character is not charming.
2. Idealizing women who read, therefore making you feel inferior is not charming.
3. Coldplay makes me feel more positivity than this passage.
4. I read because I want to read, because art provokes thought and thought provokes insight. I do not read because I am thinking about romance.
5. Maybe you should read a book and work on yourself before you begin to think that it’s okay to blame well-read women for your character flaws.
What the lady said. Also: #manchildren
Sounds like someone is bitter and wants a relationship handed to him, as opposed to working for one.
I have to reblog myself because I feel the need to clarify something so here goes.
Why don’t you try READING the entire article before you judge based on this one paragraph?
It is called SATIRE. It is not meant to be taken so seriously. To all of you who have gone off the deep end you look silly. (*cough* ^ ^ ^ *cough*)
I linked the article for a reason. Go read it and then complain: http://actmind.net/blog/2011/02/you-should-date-an-illiterate-girl-charles-warnke/
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Elegante, by Frederic Soulacroix
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I have this feeling that tomorrow theme might end up being one of my favorites I’ve ever done.
Girl Reading by Alfred Émile Stevens
The text is the last paragraph of one of my favorite articles entitled: You Should Date an Illiterate Girl by Charles Warnke.
EDIT: OH GOOD LORD. Why don’t you try READING the entire article before you judge based on this one paragraph” It is called SATIRE. It is not meant to be taken so seriously. To all of you who have gone way off the deep end you look silly.
I linked the article for a reason: http://actmind.net/blog/2011/02/you-should-date-an-illiterate-girl-charles-warnke/
