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I have had enough and it is simply ruining my health and wasting my time pretending that what is the matter with my head is curable.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night  (via

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Adam Elsheimer

night of stillness

Antonie Boubong, “Portrait of girl” (1908) 

Equestrian portrait of Maria Theresa after her coronation - Anonymous painter
2, take two. Viola practice today. Sad, sad, but glad, glad.
There were flowers: delphiniums, sweet peas, bunches of lilac; and carnations, masses of carnations. There were roses; there were irises. Ah yes ─ so she breathed in the earthy-garden sweet smell as she stood talking to Miss Pym who owed her help, and thought her kind, for kind she had been years ago; very kind, but she looked older, this year, turning her head from side to side among the irises and roses and nodding tufts of lilac with her eyes half closed, snuffing in, after the street uproar, the delicious scent, the exquisite coolness. And then, opening her eyes, how fresh, like frilled linen clean from a laundry laid in wicker trays, the roses looked; and dark and red carnations, holding their heads up; and all the sweet peas spreading in their bowls, tinged violet, snow white, pale ─ as if it were the evening and girls in muslin frocks came out to pick sweet peas and roses after the superb summer’s day, with its almost blue-black sky, its delphiniums, its carnations, its arum lilies, was over; and it was the moment between six and seven when every flower ─ roses, carnations, irises, lilac ─ glows; white, violet, deep orange; every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!

Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway  (via

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Vertigo (1958)

Jacqueline Bouvier married then-U.S. Representative John Fitzgerald “Jack” Kennedy in September 1953 in Newport, Rhode Island.  Her beautiful gown was designed by Ann Cole Lowe, an African American designer from Alabama who designed gowns for many of the upper crust of New York and Hollywood.

Daisy: What kind of a garden do you come from?

Alice: Oh, I don’t come from any garden.

Daisy: Do you suppose she’s a wildflower?

A friend in Paris. iv/iv/xiv VULGAR FLOWER x ISWH london’s temperamental sky.