The Ornamented Being
Ornamented: -verb: Adorn; beautify. Be·ing: -noun: Fulfillment of possibilities; essential completeness.
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c. 1967, Met
C.I.68.20.1a–h
… I kind of really want this outfit if only to appease my inner Madeline!
(Source: metmuseum.org)
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Textile bookbinding-The Netherlands, 1615-1620.
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Gammelyn’s Daughter
Kirsty Mitchell
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And the girl with her nose stuck in a book is me! Always lost in the written word.
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Photo reblogged from Die Male Doms
Secret poison case disguised as a book, 17th century
I have no idea where it’s from but it’s pretty amazing.
6,965 notes … Seriously!!!!!
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Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, whose short refresh upon tender green, cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show and straight is gone, as it had never been.
Samuel Daniel
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Cape, Evening Jacques Doucet 1900–1905
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Textile bookbinding-The Netherlands, 1615-1620.
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Secret poison case disguised as a book, 17th century
I have no idea where it’s from but it’s pretty amazing.
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15th Century BOOK OF HOURS - Heart-Shaped When Opened
The little book of hours of Amiens Nicolas Blairie, carefully written on a thin Ruling rose, but modestly decorated with some original illuminations in ink (folio 29), has the curious shape of an almond when it is closed. When it opens, the two halves of the almond bloom to fit the contours of a heart, concrete evocation of the heart of the person praying the prayer that opens. -
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.
