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captured on kurfürstendamm in berlin, this photo features an elegant elderly woman examining the storefront of the luxury brand "liebeskind." her sophisticated attire, complete with a stylish hat and floral jacket, complements the upscale ambiance of the setting. the juxtaposition of her timeless grace against the modern retail environment creates a striking visual narrative, highlighting the intersection of tradition and contemporary fashion.
The Musée d'Orsay is a museum in Paris, France, on the left bank of the Seine, housed in the former railway station, the Gare d'Orsay, an impressive Beaux-Arts edifice built between 1898 and 1900. It holds mainly French art dating from 1848 to 1915, including paintings, sculptures, furniture, and photography, and is probably best known for its extensive collection of impressionist and post-impressionist masterpieces (the largest in the world) by such painters such as Monet, Manet, Degas, Renoir, Cézanne, Seurat, Sisley, Gauguin and Van Gogh. Many of these works were held at the Galerie nationale du Jeu de Paume prior to the museum's opening in 1986.
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Het Musée d'Orsay is een museum in Parijs dat de geschiedenis van de westerse kunst tussen 1848 en 1914 bestrijkt, met een sterk accent op de 19e-eeuwse Franse kunst. Het museum bezit een vermaarde verzameling impressionistische werken. Ook bevat het museum beeldhouwkunst. Het museum maakt deel uit van de Réunion des musées nationaux.
Het museum werd in 1986 geopend in het voormalige treinstation Gare d'Orsay. De Italiaanse architecte Gae Aulenti overzag het ontwerp van de herbestemming van het gebouw van 1980 tot 1986. Vroeger eindigden hier veel hoofdlijntreinen uit het zuiden van Frankrijk. Tegenwoordig worden er maar vier ondergrondse perronsporen gebruikt, voor de RER C-treinen.
Bij de vorming van het museum werden kunstwerken uit het Louvre, het opgeheven Musée du Jeu de Paume (nu Galerie nationale du Jeu de Paume) en het Musée National d'Art Moderne in het Centre Georges Pompidou bij elkaar gebracht.
Impressionistische kunstschilders zijn ruim vertegenwoordigd, zoals Édouard Manet, Frédéric Bazille, Claude Monet, Renoir, Edgar Degas, Alfred Sisley, Georges Seurat, Paul Gauguin, Vincent van Gogh, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Paul Cezanne en Henri Rousseau.
Er is ook beeldhouwkunst te zien van het Neoclassicisme, Realisme, Eclectisme, Symbolisme en primitivisme.
Horloge, dieu sinistre, effrayant, impassible
Dont le doigt nous menace, et nous dit : "souviens-toi".
One of the cottages in Rackwick on Hoy. I could have taken this photo fifty years ago and it would still look the same. It's a place full of inspiration.
Dressing up (to me) is not just putting on the clothes and makeup, it is a.. magical transformation.
In between the realm of male and female is an empty spaceless void where time don't exist. Here one can prepare one self for the journey on the other side, in preparation planting little seeds of expectations, that in this timeless space grows and blossoms upon completion. In this very place wherein I summon my female spirits , wherein the journey begin, I linger long, almost enjoying it as much as the adventure it self.
Often I see something (ok someone) in the streets, a beautyful women, a sexy girl, something that inspires my as to what to wear. Lately I have been hanging out at Christiania and Nørrebro a lot and this is where the more chaotic types of society hang out. These ”chaos girls” you find here, would faced with the choice between 3 years unpaid work in a Indian workcamp for orphans and wearing stilettos for one night, pick the trip to India and consider them self to be lucky on top. Yet, some of them, have a look of such casual coolness, it melts hearts. So, though I had been thinking about going to the kinky club, I found my self looking much more ”Ninja Tranny” than ”foxy Lisa” and decided in stead, to just "go out" .
As I was sitting peacefully in the bus listening to michael jacksom on my Mp3, 5 young ethnic coloured guys, entered the pretty empty bus. I was sitting in the behind almost at the back and as they passed me their look upon me made me remove one of my earplugs so as to hear what they said. They smelled like trouble.
Passing me they noticed I was not a girl, one of them said almost shouting ”Fuck brother, what are you doing!?” - But I let it go, as to be excused by the chock of revelation ;o) But... The comments kept coming from the back seat of the bus. ”Fucking gay bus!!” he shouted and half a minut later he was talking on the phone (VERY loudly) saying "..there is a fucking gay on the bus” Laughing out loud. The third time he said something of the sort. I LEAPED from my seat, spun around, took the 2 steps faster than one might imagine, placed a finger 3 inches from his face and in a growling commanding voice said ”If you have a problem. Get of this bus NOW! Lets settle this ONES and for all.”
At this time I should propably enlighten those unknown to the nature of me. Standing in such a situation threatening the very safety of a fellow being, I very little present an image of a female creature. My voice or posture is far from female, my eyes send out sparks of lightning that make even friends who have known me for years, look at me with evident different eyes long time after. I believe I in fact present very much what I am, one to think twice to provoke any further.
They where stunned! All 5 looked at me for a second with the evidence of epic surprise. ”But.. I was just sitting here talking..!” He said. - ”I got a right to...” he studdered, as his friends sat as still as if they didn't even breath. ”Shot you mouth!” I ordered ”Or get of the bus NOW.” I waited for 3 seconds not moving my finger an INCH from his face and while he rather uttered sounds, rather than what would have been called ”words of eloquence”, I decided my message was understood and returned to my seat.
At this point, the busdriver felt it in his benevolent heart, to be the right time to step in and in his almighty authority tell the youngsters to treat the other passengers respectfully. What WOULD I have done without him!
As I sat down a sudden surge of adrenalin surprised me. ”But...” I thought to myself, ”I had control, they where only 5 and sitting down!?” - But the surge was a short one, just a hint, a borderline adrenalin rush. ”PERFECT” I mused to my self as Michael Jackson whispered in my one ear
”Don't try to understand me, just simply do the things I say.” (Give in to me - Dangerous)
The short surge is a sign my body is in harmony with my mind...in a kung fu, body, kind a way. Where as in the ethical way, some would refer to me as a most disharmonious ”walking vigilante tranny timebomb” - Well... nobody's perfect! And this ESPECIALLY T-girls, should be very well aware off.
The exhilaration of it all, the ”feeling good about my self”, my mood, made me smile involuntarily. I seriously had to fight that smile, though it is against my very nature to do so. You see, it was more of a smirke than a smile and though the previous noice from the rear of the bus now had grown remarkable silent and even civil the rest of the bustrip, one should not press ones luck. Such a smirke can ignite the very fire in a flash, my eyes of lightning quenched in a second. I succeeded, it was a tough fight with my self, but hero's prevail and finally I was just smiling lightly and had transformed the smirke into, an invisible halo of pride and righteousness ;o)
I crossed Rådhuspladsen ”The heart of Denmark” and headed for café ”Oscar” that is a famous Gay Café. Normally Oscars´s is not a place to expect to see a tranny, but we are wellcome everywhere in the gay community and since the guys at Oscar´s are the hottest, well you do the math. But I was late (the dressing part you know) and it was mostly deserted. Can Can is located close by (that WAS my real target) and is one of the most cozy gay places in DK. I ALLWAYS meet other tranny´s here, it´s almost puzzling, but again right in the door and there she is ;o) Though ”she” said she was a ”he” to day, you judge yourself ;o) I had her take a picture of me too ;o)
Flashing a picture in your face when out, is a good way to ”test” your make up. Flash light is very revealing and make up should (in my opinion) actually be judged - coming home, rather than, leaving home. I shot a picture going to the toilet as the light was pretty good.
Walking home I passed the place my brother and I went swimming when we where tiny young black boys biking around with afrohair as crash helmets. There was a ledge and I shoot a picture ”walking home”. I was not even in the VICINITY of the prostitute areas and yet a guy tried to pick me up.... IN SNEAKERS!! Either guys are pretty desperate or I look AMAZINGLY good... or perhaps and most likely, the truth is to find in between the too.
Almost home the light was so bright, I thought...perhaps... it is enough...it JUST was, as you see :o)
What a great weekend working with a fabulous team of women! The models all looked incredible and with the most alluring eyes. Hair and Makeup beauties Michelle Mink and Steffanie Tulk really tocked it for this one!
Strobist 411: Shot them in a simple beauty style with just a 16" maxi-lite reflector centered above as a beauty dish with elinchrom quadra and a 16" reflector below for a little fill. Used a couple of sb900s behind to camera right and left to light the background. Triggered by skyports and SU4.
Model: Katie Michelle Lundberg
Photographer: Peter Tsai
MUA: Michelle Mink
Hair: Steffanie M Tulk
We live a small coastal town. This painted mural adorns the side of a building in the historic downtown district. It's a beautiful place to see and we so enjoy living in this NC colonial capital. What struck me after seeing these photos...how utterly timeless Splash looks. He could just as easily been strolling down the boardwalk in this 18th century scene, with the woman carrying her parasol. These little poodles have delighted admirers for eras. How divine!
Ooops! ...another week...another wrong final pick. Probably should have gone with this one
Il y a des personnes qui marquent nos vies, même si cela ne dure qu'un moment.
Et nous ne sommes plus les mêmes.
Le temps n'a pas d'importance mais certains moments en ont pour toujours.
SL Destination:
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Surreal image of watches flying out of a watercolour painting that is best seen large.
Created with Adobe PhotoShop Elements 8
The main tool used to form this image has been the liquifiy filter.
The background has been had the Watercolour artistic filter applied.
I think this capture ticks one or two boxes for me, what do you think?
The King Arthur class was developed from Robert Urie's N15 class of 1918. Urie only produced five designs for the London and South Western Railway in his eleven years as chief mechanical engineer. These consisted of a class large 4-8-0 shunting locomotives, and a class of 4-6-2 trip freight tank engines which spent most of their lives based at Feltham in south west London. The other three where all 4-6-0 tender engines.
The first of these classes to be shopped at Eastleigh was the mixed traffic H15 class with 6' diameter wheels. During World War One, they were the only Urie 4-6-0 engines, and were heavily used on passenger train by day, and on freights at night. More engines of the H15 class were built in 1923, although some were officially conversions from earlier locomotives. The last design was the S15 class with 5' 7" wheels, which were built in four batches between 1920 until 1936.
The N15 passenger 4-6-0 engines first appeared in August 1918 and were soon pulling express trains out of Waterloo station. The class were unable to prove themselves for another four years because of the lack of war time track maintenance. Maunsell, who became the Chief Mechanical Engineer of the Southern Railway on grouping in 1923, built three more batches to a modified design.Named after characters from the Round Table, they were known as the King Arthur class. The first batch was officially a rebuild of an earlier class of locomotive, and lived up to expectations. The second of the three batches was built by the North British Locomotive Company, and suffered from a number of faults, although these were soon put right.
E777 Sir Lamiel was one of the North British built Scotchmen, which differed from the first series of Maunsell King Arthurs by the fitting of a narrower cab suitable for use on the Eastern section of the Southern Railway, Ashford pattern smokebox doors, 5,000 gallon bogie tenders, and being 4 cwt. heavier. It was initially allocated to Nine Elms shed in London, and worked expresses to Bournemouth, Salisbury and beyond. Smoke deflectors were fitted in December 1927, and lost the 'E' prefix in June 1932.
Photos taken on the Timeless Memories Sim. Beautiful sim!!
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pavillon mies van der rohe in barcelona, pure minimalism from 1929. read the wikipedia article for more info.
An RTA (Greater Cleveland Regional Transit Authority) bus speeding on Superior Avenue in the middle of the night creates an interesting contrast with the seemingly timeless St. John's Cathedral Church.
For someone who's an early bird and not a night owl, it's ironic that I own 3 tripods -- a mini one and two full-size ones. During this trip, I made a point in using my tripod to take some night photos.
Photo taken at 00:48, 18 August, 2012.
"Salsicce fegatini
viscere alla brace
e fiaccole danzanti
lamelle dondolanti
sul dorso della (schiena) fiammeggiante "
Capossela
I think the nature of the moment in which a father prepares to give his daughter away for marriage has not changed all too much in a long while. It was a touching moment to see then just as it is today. Father and daughter were quite happy in the 60 seconds or so they had together just out of sight of everyone else after the bridesmaids and groomsmen had already departed for the walk down the aisle. These two stood quietly but with bright smiles on both their faces. I was framing a couple of other photos and had just raised my Hasselblad when the father leaned over to place the veil over his daughter's face. It was a timeless, little moment on a pretty momentous day.
After a tiring hike in the mountains, the sight of this glistening blue lake spread across the landscape was a welcome sight for my sore eyes. I immediately made my way to the shore, dipping into the cool waters to relax my worn out legs. And I sat there on the shore, enjoying a bit of warm sunshine while watching the shallow waves slowly come ashore, and listening to the gentle rustling of trees.
I could not have thought of a better way to spend the afternoon than being here.
Lake Bohinj
Slovenia
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我明白我成為攝影家的意外造就了我的生命。
I know that the accident of my being a photographer has made my life possible.
~ Richard Avedon - 1970
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