#21c

[azspot]

The twenty-first century, I predict, will confound the twentieth-century notion of the Future as something exciting, novel, unexpected, or radiant; as Progress, to use an old word. It is already clear that the large cities, thanks to the Relearning, will not even look new. Quite the opposite; the cities of 2007 will look more like the cities of 1927 than the cities of 1987. The twenty-first century will have a retrograde look and a retrograde mental atmosphere. People of the next century, snug in their Neo-Georgian apartment complexes, will gaze back with a ghastly awe upon our time. They will regard the twentieth as the century in which wars became so enormous they were known as World Wars, the century in which technology leapt forward so rapidly man developed the capacity to destroy the planet itself — but also the capacity to escape to the stars on space ships if it blew. But above all they will look back upon the twentieth as the century in which their forebears had the amazing confidence, the Promethean hubris, to defy the gods and try to push man’s power and freedom to limitless, god-like extremes. They will look back in awe … without the slightest temptation to emulate the daring of those who swept aside all rules and tried to start from zero. Instead, they will sink ever deeper into their neo-Louis bergeres, content to live in what will be known as the Somnolent Century or the Twentieth Century’s Hangover.

Tom Wolfe

[kunstarchiv]

Tracey Emin

[getoutofthisplace]

Dear Gus & Magnus,

Mom and I worked out this morning together, then got cleaned up and went to brunch. Afterward, we went shopping to get me some much-needed updates to my wardrobe. Mom dropped me off at the Rogers Convention Center so I could start the judging process at Soup Sunday. It was nice to see Beverly & Gary, Missy & Bill, and Sydney & her boyfriend. As soon as the event ended, we hit the road for home. Mom will pick you two up at Nene's in the morning.

Dad.

Bentonville, Arkansas. 2.18.2024 - 12.00pm.

[icleanedthisplate]

Almond Sweet Roll, Fruit w/Granola, Hive Benedict, Smoked Salmon Bagel (shared all). The Hive (21c Hotel). Bentonville, Arkansas. 2.18.2024.

NOTE TO SELF: The fruit & granola wasn't worth it -- but we didn't order it anyway -- but everything else was superb. If I have to choose a winner on the entrees, I'll give it to the benedict, but that's a dogfight.

Currently ranked 4th of 15 February meals.

[acebirdofprey]

I've decided it's to hot to write fanfiction at the moment.

[katriesque]

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“When confronting the canvas titled “John’s Room,” it is very challenging to separate the pure artistic value of the work from the enormous emotional baggage it carries. Of course, the “John” of this portrait is John Lennon - who was an art student in his pre-Beatle days - and McCartney has managed, as brilliantly as he mimicked a ’30s crooner in “Honey Pie,” to replicate the naive style of Lennon’s now-classic minicharacter drawings.”I often think of John when I look at this one,” McCartney says, gazing off dreamily. “John used to always do those funny little men, you know? And I would often sketch John when we worked together, often without him knowing it. It was so easy doing John because he had glasses, those sideboards - what you call sideburns - and that long, aquiline nose.” The painting’s genesis came “really when an accident happened on the canvas and, suddenly, I began to see John’s face in the work emerge, especially that familiar nose of his - it was a good chance,” recalls McCartney. “It was a really light moment because I was not intending to do John, but his form emerged from what I was scratching out.” At one point during the evening at the Waldorf-Astoria, McCartney answers a random question with, “No, I always felt much closer to John.” Out of the mouth of anyone else, “John” is just a name, a mere monosyllable. But when the name is uttered by McCartney, the ghostlike presence of John Lennon suddenly descends on the evening. Lennon’s name, so simply invoked by McCartney, takes on the power of a talisman, conjuring up an entire shared cultural scrapbook of images defining musical collaboration and the purest of camaraderie. McCartney owns the pronunciation of “John” the way Katharine Hepburn made “Spensah” Tracy her own.”

—

interview with Paul McCartney, 2001

“gazing off dreamily”, “owns the pronunciation of ‘John’” - WIN.

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[marlequinncos]

I couldn't get Fitzjames' cunty little fur-lined coat out of my head after finishing "The Terror", so I decided I needed my own version. I found the base coat secondhand, modified and tailored it, and hand sewed on the faux fur trim. Maybe one day I'll make the screen accurate version, but I'm very happy with this for now.

[aquanutart]

[queer-omens-in-the-archives]

today's pose was very scary tbh but doing it scared yielded results we're pretty happy with TwT

[pinehutch]

opening my windows this morning, singing a little spring tune: windows open daaay, opening windows day! making up a song abouuuuut opening windows daaayyy!

thirty-eight minutes later: anti-histamine

[ferretrade]

me to my landlord: so uhhh you know how I mentioned it's fucking cold down here well. it hasn't changed can you do something about it besides say sorry no I'm not mad I'm just disappointed

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

severely overestimated how cool it would feel outside today 🥲

[speedyshark95]

Back on 4 wheels for a few hours!

It’s 21 degrees out tho and my race gear is mostly black, so I’m kind of dying…oh well (and it’s also just practice but practice makes perfect?)

[endeus]

i look at my mama who gets chilly when its 70 out and i feel so Jealous. even when my anemia was at its worst i still didnt feel perenially cold. if i was Cold i could make scarves with joy in my heart amd reckless abandon with the knowledge that i would wear them often and freely and not just when its 38

[storywonker]

Indo-Pakistani relations heading rapidly for the Extremely Cool Zone while the rest of the world seems not to notice