1(a) Streets shall be designed Euro-Style with 300-ft right-of-ways,
benches, and flowered traffic circles, to provide a distinct sense of
beauty, regardless of cost.
1(b) There shall be a canopy of trees; these shall be your favorite: Giant
Royal Palms, 25-ft high, whereas their fronds shall meet in cathedral-
like arches with a continuous breeze that shall slip in our sleeves
and flutter against our bodies so as to produce angel-like sensations
1(c) There shall be bushes; these shall also be your favorite: Tea Roses
@2-ft o.c. to provide enough blooms for casual picking; whereas
said blooms shall spy on us from crystal glasses set next to the
stove, over coffee-table books, or in front of mirrors.
2(a) Sidewalks shall be crack-proof and 15-ft wide for continuous,
side-by-side conversations; painted either a) Sunflower-Brown,
b) Mango Blush, or c) Rosemont Henna; whereas such colors shall
evoke, respectively: the color of your eyelashes, of your palms, the
shadows on your skin.
3(a) There shall be an average of one (1) Parisian-style café per city
block, where I shall meet your eyes, dark as espresso, above the rim
of your demitasse, and hold your hand like a music box underneath
the table; where we shall exercise all those romantic, cliché gestures
we were always too smart for.
3(b) There shall also be one (1) open-air market per city block to facilitate
the purchase of tulips, raspberries, white chocolate baci, and other
gourmet items to lavish our lives; whereas every night I shall watch
you through a glass of brandy as you dice fresh cilantro and dill,
disappearing into the scent steaming around you.
4(a) Utility poles or structures that obstruct our view shall not be
permitted. At all times we shall have one of those following vistas:
birds messaging across the sky, a profile of mountains asleep on
their backs, or a needle-point of stars.
5(a) There shall be an Arts District and we shall float through gallery
rooms on Saturday afternoons perplexed by the pain or conflict
we can’t feel in a line or a splatter of color; works that glorify or
romanticize tragedy shall not be allowed.
5(b) There shall also be a Historic District to provide residents with a
distinct sense of another time. We shall live there, in a loft with oak
floors, a rose-marble mantle where our photos will gather; our years
together will compete with the age of the brick walls and cobble
stones below our vine-threaded balcony.
(*) Without exception, there shall be a central square with a water
fountain where we shall sit every evening by the pageantry of
cherubs, where we shall listen to the trickle of their coral mouths;
where I shall trust the unspoken; where you shall never again tell
me there’s nothing here for you, nothing to keep you, nothing to
change your mind.
Ellen Page and Drew Barrymore for Marie Claire, October 2009
In the art museums of Russia, women sit in the galleries and guard the collections. When you look at the paintings and sculptures, the presence of the women becomes an inherent part of viewing the artwork itself. I found the guards as intriguing to observe as the pieces they watch over. In conversation they told me how much they like being among Russia’s great art. A woman in Moscow’s State Tretyakov Gallery Museum said she often returns there on her day off to sit in front of a painting that reminds her of her childhood home. Another guard travels three hours each day to work, since at home she would just sit on her porch and complain about her illnesses, “as old women do.” She would rather be at the museum enjoying the people watching, surrounded by the history of her country.
1. Stroganov Palace, Russian State Museum
2.Matisse Still Life, Hermitage Museum
3.Konchalovsky’s Family Portrait, State Tretyakov Gallery
4. Veronese’s Adoration of the Shepherds, Hermitage Museum
5. Rublev and Daniil’s The Deesis Tier, State Tretyakov Gallery
6. Michelangelo’s Moses and the Dying Slave, Pushkin Museum
7.Malevich’s Self Portrait, Russian State Museum
8. Nesterov’s Blessed St Sergius of Radonezh, Russian State Museum
9. Petrov-Vodkin’s Bathing of a Red Horse, State Tretyakov Gallery
10. Kugach’s Before the Dance, State Tretyakov Gallery
found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom
The 3200 year old tree so massive that it had never been captured in a single image until recently.
This giant sequoia stands 247 feet tall and measures 45,000 cubic feet in volume. The trunk alone measures 27 feet and the branches hold 2 billion needles (more than any tree on the planet).
This picture took a team of photographers from Nat Geo, 32 days and stitching together 126 different photos to make.
THIS IS SO COOL
This is amazing. There’s a guy circled in red at the bottom of the tree… but there’s also someone IN the tree near the top a looooooong way up.