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A Common Warthog boar photographed in the Salient, Aberdares NP, Kenya.
The volcanic soils here are very red hence this guy's ruddy complexion!
Re-worked and framed by a friend.
Coco's soft full lips highlight her satiny, smooth complexion.
Bonus styling with hair, eye & makeup change with same skin & shape to show her in her full beauty! All vendor photos are taken in CalWL & unedited for true rendering of skin & shape.
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Foundation: I've tried the more basic Miracle Touch by MF today and it's good, but noticeably cheaper looking, and despite shaving I still have a dark complexion.
Today's new test: An eyebrow gel to fill out the parts that are missing on the right eybrow.
Not sure about: The red lip liner - it makes my lips look a bit strange...either that or I have to get used to the look.
Have a lovely Saturday my bunnies xx
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Click of the crowd playing Holi while waiting for the temple's gate to be opened.Its worth a life time Experience to be part of Flower petals Holi at this Temple in Vrindavan.
Holi, the Festival of Colours has been celebrated in India since thousands of years and is now also celebrated by various communities of South Asia including non-Hindu communities.
While Holi is celebrated in almost every part of India, Holi in Braj is especially famous. Braj is a historical region which covers the area of Mathura, Vrindavan,Barsana,Nandgaon and some nearby areas. Holi here attacts tourists and pilgrims from all over the world because of it’s special customs and traditions. Mathura is the birth-place of Lord Krishna and Vrindavan is the place where he grew up in his childhood.
When Krishna was young, he cribbed to his mother about Radha (his friend) being fair while Krishna himself was dark complexioned. His mother (Yashoda) suggested him to colour Radha with colors in a playful manner. Over the years, Krishna from his village Nandgaon used to go to Barsana (Radha’s village) to color Radha and other Gopis. They also used to playfully beat him with sticks. And hence the tradition evolved.
“One step at a time, It’s like learning to fly.”
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Ingrid and Morticia couldn’t look more different (height, age, complexion, style, etc) but they have the exact same hair!
for some reason mattel decided to use the same fibre, color, length, and pattern of hair on both these dolls — and it’s lovely and soft, not complaining, but it just struck me as funny.
(funnier somehow because they arrived at my house around the same day)
they do also have a bit similar taste in clompy shoes, and both wear glasses. so there's that, too.
A closer up view of Kamila than the last posting. Taken at the same session. Kamila has a wonderful complexion and this photo has had absolutely no blemish removal / skin-smoothing type of work at all.
Getting slightly behind on my 366 shots. This weekends a little busy so it may take a cuple days to get caught up.
Oh and ignore the funky color casts on my face. I swear I was getting some weird reflections or something. Typically, I don't have a yellow complexion. ;)
Kuna tribe woman, from San Blas islands, Panama. Like many people in those islands, she is albino. I know there is an explanation with the DNA etc but in all my trips i always met albinos people in the most remote areas..
She also has a sister who is albino. In Kunas culture, they are not seen as a bad sign, like in many others places..
Age: 40 Mouth: Medium
Height: 5' 4" Chin: Round
Forehead: High Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue Complexion: Fair
Nose: Aquiline Face: Oval
"Natalie Barney was born in Dayton, Ohio to Albert Clifford Barney and Alice Pike Barney. Both parents came from extraordinary wealth and provided Natalie with every possible advantage. Like most young women in her class in the height of Victorian Imperialism, she was haphazardly educated and encouraged to promote her personal charms in the pursuit of a suitable husband. Extremely independent in her ideas, Natalie questioned such convention and proceeded to live her life in accordance with her beliefs. Her pursuits included French culture, French literature, Greek literature and romancing women. Of these enterprises, her quest for women has been the most notorious. Her endeavers in French and Greek influenced her earliest writings: Quelques portraits-sonnets de femmes, Cinq petits dialogues grecs. These works focused on the idealization of Pre-Raphaelite feminine beauty and romantic love between women. Her most acclaimed works, Pensees d'une amazone, Traits et portraits, Souvenirs Indiscrets, Selected Writings, Adventures of the Mind, and A Perilous Advantage reflect the witicisms and observations of the salon room. Her darkest novel, The One Who is Legion, was influenced by her intimate relationship with Romaine Brooks. The theme of the book may also reflect Ms. Barney's attempt to resolve Renee Vivien's death. "
Snowy is a fair complexion girl :) She likes to drink milk and cookies. She sews some pretty clothes for herself when free time. I am sure she likes to make a friend with you!
See more here :)
www.etsy.com/listing/47741279/snowy-the-funny-bob-girl-he...
"I got nothing against no Viet Cong. No Vietnamese ever called me a nigger. " ~Muhammad Ali, 1967, on refusing to fight in Vietnam
Local artist DeLavega did his thing on two abandoned chairs in the street outside my house. More Delavega here and here.
Here's a shot by GammaBlog of the same chairs yesterday.
"The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it."
~Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
Don McCullin 81, widely regarded as the world’s greatest living photographer, is known primarily as one of the most highly regarded conflict photographers of the late twentieth century, having produced some of the most iconic and defining images of wars in Vietnam, Cyprus, Beirut and Biafra. The exhibition of his work at the Rencontres d’Arles 2016 brings together, for the first time, the wealth and depth of his photographic practice beyond the limits of conflict, exploring his long standing practice as a documentary and landscape photographer. Even outside the frame of war, McCullin’s work reflects some of the most pressing social issues of our time, always portrayed using a photographic language of great beauty and subtlety. Perhaps his greatest talent, however, has been his ability to capture a diversity of subjects from a consistent standpoint. From his local surroundings in London, to foreign conflicts and tragedies, or returning to the peaceful landscape of the Somerset levels, there is a universal way in which McCullin reveals the world around us .
See exhibits during these meetings of photography, it's to discover international stars of the picture as DonMcCullin (St. Anne’s Church) … the photos are incredibly rich evoking poverty eras (70s) in Ireland or Britain, gray complexion and dark views give a wave to the terrible soul by the magisterial beauty and cruelty of the lack of money of the poor! Arles honors photographer exposing photos taken in Palmyra (from the book Southern Frontiers edition Jonathan Cap )
beautiful asian long haired girl posing next to a red high tech supercar with headlights shining, girl has a heart shaped face with a smooth complexion, girl is slim and athletic wearing a body hugging jumpsuit, environment setting is a beautiful long empty road lined with trees full of autumn leaves, scene is lit with beautiful soft light, use a nikon D850, 8K resolution, 24mm f/1.2mm lens, photorealistic scene, --v 5a
He looks like one of The Monkees, the 60's pop group so perhaps he's about to catch "The Last Train to Clarksville".
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Young temple priests waiting with holi colour water at the top of Nandgaon temple to pour over people gathered.
Holi, the Festival of Colours has been celebrated in India since thousands of years and is now also celebrated by various communities of South Asia including non-Hindu communities.
While Holi is celebrated in almost every part of India, Holi in Braj is especially famous. Braj is a historical region which covers the area of Mathura, Vrindavan,Barsana,Nandgaon and some nearby areas. Holi here attacts tourists and pilgrims from all over the world because of it’s special customs and traditions. Mathura is the birth-place of Lord Krishna and Vrindavan is the place where he grew up in his childhood.
When Krishna was young, he cribbed to his mother about Radha (his friend) being fair while Krishna himself was dark complexioned. His mother (Yashoda) suggested him to colour Radha with colors in a playful manner. Over the years, Krishna from his village Nandgaon used to go to Barsana (Radha’s village) to color Radha and other Gopis. They also used to playfully beat him with sticks. And hence the tradition evolved.
So I said I wouldn't post any more photos of me from this set.
Not true.
It's a cliched selfie and my underwear is too visible (again), but there are compensations. Softer light is so much kinder to the complexion.
Frederick Delius Aquarelles for string orchestra
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
- By William Shakespeare
This daytime resting Tree Frog (Rhacophoridae) changed complexion before my very eyes as my jostling for angles roused its ire. The individual pictures are five minutes apart, but the actual transformation occurred over less than a couple of minutes based on the series of images taken between these two time points.
Pu'er, Yunnan, China
see comments for additional image (another individual)...
My pictures of the Photographic Workshop with PINO NINFA
with the title “Come un racconto chiamato Jazz”
Enrico Rava | tromba, flicorno
Francesco Fratini | tromba
Mauro Ottolini | trombone, tuba
Daniele Tittarelli | sax alto e soprano
Dan Kinzelman | sax tenore, arrangiamenti
Marcello Giannini | chitarra
Giovanni Guidi | pianoforte
Stefano Senni | contrabbasso
Jeff Ballard | batteria
Se trata de un bóvido de menor tamaño que un ciervo y de complexión fuerte y robusta. El macho tiene una cornamenta grande, sin ramificar, que se desvía ligeramente hacia atrás. En la hembra es pequeña y delgada.
Su pelaje, de color pardo grisáceo por el dorso y blanco por el vientre, varía a lo largo del año.
El hocico es algo más corto que en la cabra doméstica. Su color de pelo varía desde el gris parduzco al pardo claro.
La presencia de barba en los machos, su mayor corpulencia y la gran extensión de manchas negras, les diferencia de las hembras.
The White tiger cub in a rare black complexion, along with its completely white siblings, is on display for the public to see at the Arignar Anna Zoological Park in Vandalur, Chennai, India.
A black tiger is something of a rarity and zoo officials are quite excited by the development. "The colouring might be due to genetic reasons. A black cub is exactly the same as a regular tiger in all aspects, except for its skin colour," said zoo director KSSVP Reddy, who is also chief conservator of forests.
This picture is one of the few that weren't just taken on the streets. I met Shannon on my first day in Athens. She was on a hill next to the Acropolis, taking pictures. We chatted for a bit and got to know each other. She was 22 at the time and from Belfast, currently living in London.
We immediately made a date for this evening fotoshoot at Cape Sounion. She prepared with this beautiful dress and hairdo, which was more than I anticipated.
I'm really happy with how the pictures turned out. Nothing beats golden hour and a beautiful face, I guess.
Don't panic Cinders i am not having an episode just pointing out a fact.
What you see is totally natural apart from the makeup not outside interference what so ever.
So if one was to go one the old hormones what would change?
Well the hair would thicken a bit if not a lot, my complexion would soften and of course the puppies would grow up into something rather impressive in my case lol. I have seen facial features change slight with the redistribution of fat, normally the checks become a bit fuller, And then of course the redistribution elsewhere could also happen.
So apart the health risks its very tempting isn't it. yet i have seen girls where its had next to no real effect on them at all.
So would you if you were free to be able to do as you pleased.
Would you take hormones ?
Would you transition?
Would you just stay as you are?
Think we all know what I would have done.
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today is Tuesday and we are in the kitchen of Lettice’s flat: Edith her maid’s preserve, except on Tuesdays, every third Thursday of the month and occasionally after a big party. That is when Mrs. Boothby, Lettice’s charwoman*, comes from her home in Poplar to do all the hard jobs and Edith shares the space with her. Although this can be a bit of challenge, especially as Mrs. Boothby likes to smoke indoors, Edith is grateful that unlike her previous positions, she does not have to scrub the black and quite chequered kitchen linoleum, nor polish the parquetry floors, not do her most hated job, black lead the stovetop. Mrs. Boothby does them all without complaint, with reliability and to a very high standard. She is also very handy on cleaning and washing up duty with Edith after one of Lettice’s extravagant cocktail parties. Edith also has to admit that after her original reluctance, Mrs. Boothby has turned out to be rather pleasant company and the two have had many fine chats over time.
“Oh Mrs. Boothby, after you’ve finished polishing the floors in the drawing room this morning, would you mind laying down this sheet on the space behind Miss Lettice’s chair and the Chinese screen?” Edith pushes a neatly folded white sheet across the kitchen table to the old char.
“Why ‘ave I got to put dahn an old sheet for?” She looks perplexed at the pile of fabric before her. “Don’t Miss Chetwynd ‘ave enough rugs?”
“Oh yes, Mrs. Boothby.” Edith trys somewhat unsuccessfully to cover her amused smile. “It isn’t for that.”
“Then what’s it for, if you don’t mind me askin’?”
“It’s a drop sheet, Mrs. Boothby.” Edith elucidates.
“Oh. She getting’ painters in then? I bet I could find her cheaper ‘ouse painters than ooever she got. My Bruvver does a bit a ‘ouse paintin’, an I reckon ‘e does a very fine job ‘n all.”
“Oh no, Mrs. Boothby. Miss Lettice is going to paint a table today.”
“Paint a table?” The old woman looks queryingly at her younger counterpart. “Why? Ain’t it any good as is?”
“Apparently not, Mrs. Boothby. However, it isn’t for her. It’s for Miss de Virre, I mean, Mrs. Channon. It’s a table from her house in Cornwall.”
“Tartin’ up tables!” The old cockney woman tuts as she casts her eyes to the ceiling. “What them rich fancy folk won’t fink up next. I just throw an oilcloth over my table when I got friends comin’ for tea. That covers up the marks good and proper.”
“Oh no, Mrs. Boothby.” Edith explains. “Miss Lettice is going to redecorate it as part of her re-design of Mrs. Channon’s drawing room.”
“Well,” grumbles the old woman. “Whatever she’s doin’ it for, I hope she don’t get paint on my nice clean polished floors.”
“That’s what the drop sheet is for, Mrs. Boothby.”
“Ere dearie, pop the kettle on so as we can ‘ave a nice cup of Rosie-Lee** before I get started on the floors.” Mrs. Boothby says to Edith. “Washin’ floors can be firsty work for a woman, so best I get a cuppa before I start.”
“Yes, Mrs. Boothby.” Edith replies, lighting the gas ring underneath the bright copper kettle and walking over to the pine dresser to fetch two Delftware cups, saucers a milk jug and the sugar bowl.
Mrs. Boothby groans as she bends her wiry body to the floor to check what she calls her ‘Boothby boxes’, which are two boxes kept in the corner of the kitchen next to the dresser. One contains her scrubbing brushes, dustpan, and polishing rags, whilst the other contains a plethora of cleaning products.
“Ah,” the old Cockney woman mutters as she delves through the latter, metal cans clunking against one another as she does her inventory. “Pop Vim on the shopping list, will you Edith love. This can’s all but empty nah.” She continues fossicking. “Oh, and we need some more floor polish too.”
“Do you like that Kleen-eze Mr. Willison sent me last time, Mrs. Boothby?” Edith asks as she lays out the tea things on the deal kitchen table above the char’s head.
“It weren’t bad stuff, that. Yeah, ta. Get ‘him to get us some more of it if ‘e can.” The old woman affirms.
“I’ll see if Frank can get me some,” Edith says blithely, yet as soon as the words are out of her mouth, she realises her mistake as a frisson of energy electrifies the kitchen.
Edith likes Mrs. Boothby, but she knows that any news will soon be spread around Poplar and the surrounding area once Mrs. Boothby hears it. She and the other charwomen she knows run a very well informed gossip chain, and there is little Mrs. Boothby can’t tell Edith about the comings and goings on in the household of her former employer Mrs. Plaistow, thanks to her charwoman friend Jackie who does work for her and quite a few other houses in Pimlico, including that of Lettice’s former client, successful Islington Studios*** actress, Wanetta Ward. Edith, who is a little starstruck by the glamourous American, often gets tasty titbits of gossip about her from Mrs. Boothby thanks to Jackie who also cleans for her, however Edith does not fancy the shoe being on the other foot. However, as she turns back from fussing unnecessarily over the kettle, she sees it is too late. Mrs. Boothby’s pale and wrinkled face, framed by her wiry grey hair tied up in a brightly coloured scarf is paying close attention to the young maid. Her dark eyes are gleaming with delight, and she smiles like the cat who ate the cream.
“Oh!” she says with one of her bushy eyebrows arching upwards. “Frank now, is it?”
“Well I…” Edith stutters, her own pale cheeks growing warm as a blush fills them with colour.
“Yes my girl?” Mrs, Boothby asks, as with another groan she resumes her upright state. “And just when did Mr. Willison’s young delivery boy go from bein’ Mr. Leadbeater or bein’ Frank? Last I ‘eard, you weren’t interested in ‘im.”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested in him, Mrs. Boothby,” Edith worries the blue rimmed edge of a saucer self-consciously. “I’d just never considered him as a prospect, is all. And I hadn’t Mrs. Boothby. Not until,”
“Yes,”
“Well, not until you’d mentioned it, Mrs. Boothby.”
“Aha!” the old cockney woman crows. “Ada Boothby does it again!”
“Does what, Mrs. Boothby?” Edith asks.
“Matchmakes, of course.” She smiles broadly, a glow of pride emanating from her slender figure in her grey dress and brightly printed cotton pinny. She rubs her careworn hands together with glee. “Oh I can’t wait to tell that damned Golda Friedmann dahn the end of my rookery****. She’ll be fit to be tied.”
“Wait!” Edith gasps, not understanding. “Who’s Golda Friedmann, and how she know about Frank and I? I don’t know her. She doesn’t work in the haberdashers in Poplar you sent me to.”
“Oh Lawd love you,” chortles Mrs. Boothby, the action resulting on one of her fruity hacking coughs that seem remarkably loud from such a diminutive figure. After catching her breath, she continues breathily, “She don’t know anyfink about you an’ your Frank.” She gulps again. “Nah! She’s the local matchmaker round our way, along with a few other Yids***** in Poplar. Goes around wiv ‘er nose in the air wrapped up in a fancy paisley shawl tellin’ folk she’s the one to match their son or daughter, like she was the Queen of Russia ‘erself.”
“Well she didn’t match me with Frank.” Edith says defensively.
“I know, Edith love.” Mrs. Boothby assures her with a calming wave of her hands.
“And nor did you, Mrs. Boothby,” Edith continues. “So I don’t see why you should feel so proud of yourself.”
“But you just said that if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t of considered ‘im!”
“Well,” Edith takes the kettle off the stove and pours hot water into the white teapot. “That’s true, but I’m the one that mentioned what you’d said to me about he and I on the night of Miss Lettice’s supper party for Mr. Channon and Miss de Virre.” She puts the lid on the pot with a clunk. “Err, I mean Mrs. Channon.”
Mrs. Boothby drags up a chair to the deal kitchen table and takes a seat, never taking her eyes off Edith’s face. “So ahh, when did you and Mr. Leadbeater, or should I say Frank, start, walkin’ out togevva?” She walks her index and middle finger across the clean table in front of her, as if to demonstrate her meaning.
“Only a few weeks now.” Edith admits with downcast eyes and a shy smile.
“A few weeks?” Mrs. Boothby gasps in outrage. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”
“I guess it just slipped my mind, Mrs. Boothby.” Edith defends herself, setting out the tea cups in the saucers, pushing one across to the charwoman. “What with one thing an another. Besides,” she adds. “I didn’t want to tell you unless I was sure. I wouldn’t want to go disappointing you if it all came to aught.”
“But nah fings is workin’ out for the two of you then?” Mrs. Boothby asks as she accepts the cup and saucer and reaches for the milk jug, slopping a good glug into the bottom of her empty cup******.
“We seem to have struck a nice rhythm, and Frank and I have a lot in common.”
“Oh that’s lovely to ‘ear, dearie.” the old woman watches as Edith pours tea into her cup. “I told you, youse was pretty, didn’t I?” She takes hold of the sugar bowl and greedily spoons in several heaped teaspoons of fine white sugar into her tea before stirring it loudly. “And you never knew ‘till I told you. So where’ve you been goin’? The ‘Ammersmith Palais*******?”
“Yes, we’ve been there a few times, along with my friend Hilda.”
“She’s the parlour maid from your Mrs. Plaistow’s isn’t she?” Mrs. Boothby asks, before adding unnecessarily, “The plain one.”
“Oh I wouldn’t call her plain, Mrs. Boothby!” Edith defends her friend hotly as she pours tea into her own empty cup, before then adding a dash of milk. “That’s most uncharitable.”
“I didn’t say that, Jackie told me when I mentioned to ‘er that you was still friends wiv ‘er from when you worked there togevva.”
“Oh yes, I remember Jackie,” Edith picks up her cup and sips her tea. “Always with an ear out for gossip.”
“We chars ‘ave to take our pleasures where we can get ‘em, dearie.” Mrs. Boothby says with a slightly haughty tone as she slurps her own tea loudly. “Bein’ a char is ‘ard graft day in, day out. And you can ‘ardly take the moral ‘ighground, what wiv you askin’ me about the goings on at Miss Ward’s, nah can you?”
Edith, suitably chastened, remains silent, her lack of response serving as an affirmation of the old Cockney’s statement.
“Anyway, I might never ‘ave met your ‘Ilda, but I bet she’s not a patch on you deary, what wiv your peaches n’ cream complexion and beautiful hair. What you got natural from God, so many women I know get from lotions and potions. Nah wonder Frank was nervous ‘bout askin’ you to step out wiv ‘im. Youse a real catch Edith love.”
“I never said he was nervous, Mrs. Boothby.” Edith giggles.
“But ‘e were, weren’t ‘e?” The old woman chuckles knowingly as she cradles her warm cup in both her hands. “All little boys what fink they’re big men, get nervous round a pretty girl.”
“Well,” Edith admits. “Maybe just a little.” Then she adds, “But I was nervous too.”
“Well, that’s nice, dearie. Youse just enjoy bein’ young an’ ‘appy togevva.” The old woman gazes into the distance, a far away look sodtening the sharpness of her gaze and the squareness of her jaw as her mouth hangs open slightly. She stays that way for a moment or two before she regains her steely composure and sharp look. Turning back to Edith she says, “Nah, ‘ow does this sound, Edith love? Mrs. Ada Boothby, Matchmaker and ‘Igh Class Char? That would shove it right up that uppity Golda Friedmann and ‘er matchmaker friends!”
“Oh Mrs. Boothy!” Edith giggles.
*A charwoman, chargirl, or char, jokingly charlady, is an old-fashioned occupational term, referring to a paid part-time worker who comes into a house or other building to clean it for a few hours of a day or week, as opposed to a maid, who usually lives as part of the household within the structure of domestic service. In the 1920s, chars usually did all the hard graft work that paid live-in domestics would no longer do as they looked for excuses to leave domestic service for better paying work in offices and factories.
**Rosie-Lee is Cockney slang for tea, and it is one of the most well-known of all Cockney rhyming slang.
***Islington Studios, often known as Gainsborough Studios, were a British film studio located on the south bank of the Regent's Canal, in Poole Street, Hoxton in Shoreditch, London which began operation in 1919. By 1920 they had a two stage studio. It is here that Alfred Hitchcock made his entrée into films.
****A rookery is a dense collection of housing, especially in a slum area. The rookeries created in Victorian times in London’s East End were notorious for their cheapness, filth and for being overcrowded.
*****The word Yid is a Jewish ethnonym of Yiddish origin. It is used as an autonym within the Ashkenazi Jewish community, and also used as slang. When pronounced in such a way that it rhymes with did by non-Jews, it is commonly intended as a pejorative term. It is used as a derogatory epithet, and as an alternative to, the English word 'Jew'. It is uncertain when the word began to be used in a pejorative sense by non-Jews, but some believe it started in the late Nineteenth or early Twentieth Century when there was a large population of Jews and Yiddish speakers concentrated in East London, gaining popularity in the 1930s when Oswald Mosley developed a strong following in the East End of London.
******In the class-conscious society of Britain in the 1920s, whether you added milk to your cup of tea first or the tea was a subtle way of defining what class you came from. Upper-class people, or those who wished to ape their social betters added milk after the tea, whereas middle-class or working class people comfortable in their own skins were known to add milk before the tea.
*******The Hammersmith Palais de Danse, in its last years simply named Hammersmith Palais, was a dance hall and entertainment venue in Hammersmith, London, England that operated from 1919 until 2007. It was the first palais de danse to be built in Britain.
This busy domestic kitchen scene is a little different to what you might think, for it is made up entirely of 1:12 size dollhouse miniatures from my miniatures collection.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
In front of Mrs. Boothby’s box is a can of Vim with stylised Art Deco packaging and some Kleeneze floor polish. Vim was a common cleaning agent, used in any Edwardian household. Vim scouring powder was created by William Hesketh Lever (1st Viscount Leverhulme) and introduced to the market in 1904. It was produced at Port Sunlight in Wirrel, Merseyside, a model village built by Lever Brothers for the workers of their factories which produced the popular soap brands Lux, Lifebuoy and Sunlight. Kleeneze is a homeware company started in Hanham, Bristol. The company's founder, Harry Crook, had emigrated to the United States with his family several years earlier, and whilst there joined Fuller Brush as a sales representative. He returned to Bristol several years later, and started a business making brushes and floor polish which were sold door-to-door by salesmen. Technically Kleeneze didn’t start until 1923, which is one years after this story is set. I couldn’t resist including it, as I doubt I will ever be able to photograph it as a main part of any other tableaux. Thus, I hope you will forgive me for this indulgence.
In the box are two containers of Zebo grate polish, a bottle of Bluebell Metal Polish and a can of Brasso. Zebo (or originally Zebra) Grate Polish was a substance launched in 1890 by Reckitts to polish the grate to a gleam using a mixture that consisted of pure black graphite finely ground, carbon black, a binding agent and a solvent to keep it fluid for application with a cloth or more commonly newspaper. Brasso Metal Polish is a British all-purpose metal cleaning product introduced to market in 1905 by Reckitt and Sons, who also produced Silvo, which was used specifically for cleaning silver, silver plate and EPNS. Bluebell metal cleaning products were a household name in the 1920s and 1930s after the business was incorporated in 1900.
The tin buckets, wooden apple box, basket, mop, brush and pan are all artisan made miniatures that I have acquired in more recent years.
As if the natural processes taking place to beautify our deciduous trees at this time of year were not enough, we have the work of these tiny artists, the Aspen leaf miners, diminutive worms which leave these tracks as they suck out the juices of the aspen and alder leaves. They have infested a vast area near the Yukon / Alaska border in recent years. They don't kill the trees, but definitely affect arboreal complexions. As the leaves go through their annual fall transformation, the evidence of their feeding that these tiny beasts leave behind lends a wild, almost unreal aspect to many areas of deciduous woodland.
Crustaceans on the Anthony Gormley statues at Crosby proliferate after years of tidal submersion! The texture is fascinating on these life like sculptures at Crosby Merseyside!
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Herald Square, Manhattan, New York.
Canon EF 135mm f/2L USM
©2013 Patrick J Bayens
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Un castell humà és una torre humana de diversos pisos d'alçada que es ve construint tradicionalment des de fa més de dos-cents anys (es troben referències des del segle XVIII), especialment a partir dels anys vuitanta fa que estigui estretament vinculat a les festes populars.
Els castells van ser declarats Patrimoni Cultural Immaterial de la Humanitat per la Unesco.
En un castell intervé un nombrós grup d'homes i dones de totes les edats i complexions físiques que s'entrenen durant tot l'any per als concursos i actuacions.
La trajectòria d'Els Minyons de Terrassa és inèdita en el món dels castells tant pel fet d'aconseguir en molt poc temps els castells de la màxima categoria, de nou i deu pisos, com per provocar una certa renovació tant en la tècnica com els cànons tradicionalment establerts. Van ser els pioners en la incorporació plena de la dona en els castells.
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Un castell humano es una torre humana de varios pisos de altura que se viene construyendo tradicionalmente desde hace más de doscientos años (se encuentran referencias desde el siglo XVIII), especialmente a partir de los años ochenta hace que esté estrechamente vinculado a las fiestas populares.
Els castells fueron declarados Patrimonio Cultural Inmaterial de la Humanidad por la Unesco.
En un castell interviene un numeroso grupo de hombres y mujeres de todas las edades y complexiones físicas que se entrenan durante todo el año para los concursos y actuaciones.
La trayectoria de Els Minyons de Terrassa es inédita en el mundo de los castillos tanto por el hecho de lograr en muy poco tiempo los castillos de la máxima categoría, de nueve y diez pisos, como para provocar una cierta renovación tanto en la técnica como los cánones tradicionalmente establecidos. Fueron los pioneros en la incorporación plena de la mujer en los castillos.
Inglés
A human castell is a human tower several floors high that has been traditionally built for more than two hundred years (references are found since the eighteenth century), especially since the eighties makes it closely linked to popular festivals.
Els castells were declared Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity by Unesco.
In a castell a large group of men and women of all ages and physical complexions who train throughout the year for competitions and performances.
The trajectory of Els Minyons de Terrassa is unprecedented in the world of castles, both for the fact that in a very short time the castles of the highest category, of nine and ten floors, are achieved, as well as to provoke a certain renovation in both the technique and the canons traditionally established. They were the pioneers in the full incorporation of women in castles.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet 18 .. by William Shakespeare
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Willem van Mieris (Leiden, June 3, 1662 - Leiden, 26 January 1747) - Cimon and Iphigenia (1698) - Oil on panel size 34.8 cm 127x. - Poldi Pezzoli Museum Milan
Figlio di Frans van Mieris (Leida 1635-1681), esponente famoso dei fijnschilders (i pittori raffinati) di Leida, Willem dipinge nella tradizione del padre. I suoi dipinti sono caratterizzati dalla cura meticolosa dei dettagli, dalla levigatezza della materia pittorica e dal preziosismo cromatico. I soggetti preferiti delle sue opere, quasi sempre di piccole dimensioni, sono temi mitologici, figure di musicanti e trombettieri, venditrici di frutta.Raccontata nel Decamerone di Boccaccio, la storia qui rappresentata narra del rozzo Cimone, che un giorno vide distesa in un prato la bella Ifigenia che dormiva insieme a due serve ed un compagno; contemplandone rapito la bellezza mai vista egli nobilitò così il suo animo e i suoi pensieri. La traduzione olandese del Decamerone fu pubblicata da Dirck Volckertsz Coornhert in varie edizioni (1565ca., 1583, 1607 ecc.) e proprio la storia di Cimone ed Ifigenia trovò una particolare fortuna nell’ambito artistico dei Paesi Bassi settentrionali. Ciò si deve probabilmente alla suggestiva morale del racconto – la bellezza che accende i più nobili e puri sentimenti – e alla possibilità di interpretazione pittorica che esso offriva.Nel dipinto, le figure sono inserite in un antro boscoso che si apre a rilievi montuosi in lontananza; sulla destra, Cimone appoggiato al suo bastone guarda incantato la bella Ifigenia nuda che dorme insieme alle compagne. L’incarnato levigato è avvolto da ricchi drappi e accarezzato da una luce calda che imbeve tutto il paesaggio. Le rovine antiche sulla destra rivelano, accanto alla tipologia delle figure e alle loro pose, un interesse classico di ascendenza italiana. l dipinto va fatto risalire per motivi stilistici al 1698.
Son of Frans van Mieris (Leiden 1635-1681), famous exponent of the fijnschilders (refined painters) of Leiden, Willem paints in the tradition of his father. His paintings are characterized by the meticulous attention to detail, the smoothness of the pictorial material and the chromatic preciousness. The favorite subjects of his works, almost always small in size, are mythological themes, figures of musicians and trumpeters, fruit vendors. Told in Boccaccio's Decameron, the story represented here tells the story of the rough Cimone, who one day saw lying in a meadow the beautiful Iphigenia who slept with two servants and a companion; enraptured by contemplating the beauty never seen, he thus ennobled his soul and his thoughts. The Dutch translation of the Decameron was published by Dirck Volckertsz Coornhert in various editions (1565ca., 1583, 1607 etc.) and precisely the history of Cimon and Iphigenia found a particular fortune in the artistic sphere of the northern Netherlands. This is probably due to the suggestive moral of the story - the beauty that ignites the noblest and purest feelings - and to the possibility of pictorial interpretation that it offered.In the painting, the figures are inserted in a wooded cave that opens up to mountain ranges in the distance ; on the right, Cimone leaning on his cane looks enchanted at the beautiful naked Iphigenia who sleeps with her companions. The smooth complexion is wrapped in rich drapes and caressed by a warm light that imbues the whole landscape. The ancient ruins on the right reveal, alongside the typology of the figures and their poses, a classic interest of Italian ancestry. for stylistic reasons the painting must be dated back to 1698.