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"Black is real sensation, even if it is produced by entire absence of light. The sensation of black is distinctly different from the lack of all sensation."

– Hermann von Helmhoz.

The painting used: Madame X by John Singer Sargent (1884).

Wearing total black isn't a mistake until I add my favorite maroon beads and receive a compliment to them. Black makes everything more visible.

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“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.”

– Harper Lee.

The painting used: The Progress of Love – Love Letters by Jean-Homoré Fragonard (1771-1772).

Yesterday, on the 18th of September, I found my reading again. Good Omens.

Excusez-moi, mon cher, I'm reading. No love, this is more important.

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    "Never shall I forget the sensations of awe, horror, and admiration with which I gazed about me. The boat appeared to be hanging, as if by magic, midway down, upon the interior surface of a funnel vast in circumference, prodigious in depth, and whose perfectly smooth sides might have been mistaken for ebony, but for the bewildering rapidity with which they spun around, and for the gleaming and ghastly radiance they shot forth, as the rays of the full moon, from that circular rift amid the clouds which I have already described, streamed in a flood of golden glory along the black walls, and far away down into the inmost recesses of the abyss."

Edgar Poe, "A Descent into the Maelstrom".

When I read the gorgeous story by Poe for the first time, I thought that the church organ would be a perfect instrument to accompany the scene.

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When you find someone who understands the religious crisis you have been going through.

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“When I’m cold I just put another rope of pearls on.”

– Dorothy Parker.

What a quote. A string of freshwater pearls really did a lot yesterday. A collar of tears that gave me confidence.

The painting used: Abraham del Court and his wife Maria de Kaersgieter by Bartholomeus van der Helst (1654).

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“Thought is action in rehearsal.”

– Sigmund Freud.

Studying and paperwork still can be fun if you imagine it looks like this.

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“Only the unimaginative can fail to find a reason for drinking champagne.” 

– Oscar Wilde.

Suddenly regained my ability to enjoy champagne again.

The painting used: Still Life with Champagne & Oysters by Johann Wilhelm Preyer (1857).

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Absinthe has been fascinating me for quite some time. 

Your green muse

The apparatus

For soul mobility

A gateway to secrecy...

But the cocktail Death in the afternoon in particular.

Death in the Afternoon, also called the Hemingway or the Hemingway Champagne, is a cocktail made up of absinthe and champagne.

Recipe: 

1 oz of absinthe;

4 oz of very cold champagne.

Unlike more infamous drinks sporting his name, Ernest Hemingway actually might have created this drink. The absinthe and Champagne concoction shares its name with his 1932 fictional bullfighting tale Death in the Afternoon, and was published in So Red the Nose, or Breath in the Afternoon, a 1935 cocktail book with contributions from famous authors.

"Pour one jigger absinthe into a Champagne glass. Add iced Champagne until it attains the proper opalescent milkiness. Drink three to five of these slowly."

Decadent and strong, Death in the Afternoon hinges on an unlikely yet complementary pair. It hits the nose with absinthe and some underlying notes of grape, but anise dominates. First on the sip is more of the absinthe, and a strong finish of Champagne.

The painting used:  Still Life with Fruit (1675) by Jacob van Walscapelle. 

The first quote: Spirit by Ghost.

The main source: Tuxedo № 2.

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First two albums Queen and Queen II are like a tender fairytale for me.

In the land where horses born with eagle wings

And honey bees have lost their stings

There's singing forever…

Kings will be crowned, and the word goes around

From father to son, to son

Won't you hear us sing

Our family song?

Now we hand it on…

There's no living in my life anymore

The seas have gone dry

And the rain's stopped falling

Please don't you cry any more

Can't you see

Listen to the breeze

Whisper to me please

Don't send me to the path of nevermore…

I reign with my left hand I rule with my right

I'm lord of all darkness I'm queen of the night

I've got the power

Now do the march of the Black Queen…

When I was you and you were me

And we were very young

Together took us nearly there

The rest may not be sung

So still the cloud it hangs

Over us and we're alone

But some day one day

We'll come home.

Happy birthday, Mr. Mercury! ♠️♠️♠️

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A collection of painted crowns.

Royalty is completely different than celebrity. Royalty has a magic all its own.

– Philip Treacy