#Vietnamese architecture

[sinoheritage]

Cut porcelain carving 剪瓷雕 is prevalent in the Hokkien architecture of Fujian and Taiwan, and to a lesser extent Vietnamese architecture.

Traditionally, Hokkien porcelain artists would gather small colored porcelain artifacts (such as bowls and other utensils), cut and/or grind them into smaller fragments, and then paste these fragments onto sculptures attached to buildings for the purpose of decoration. The topic of these sculptures may vary - ranging from plants and animals to figures from Chinese mythology or Hokkien folktales

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[doubtspirit]

A rustic Vietnamese house surrounded by gardens

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Huế, Vietnam. Credit to itscthinh (Instagram).

[arc-hus]

Floating Bamboo House, Hồng Thái, Vietnam - H&P Architects

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Hung Yen, Vietnam.

[arkitortured]

11.25.23

My Vietnamese is Lowkey atrocious

[simsbuildingblog]

Binh House by VTN Architects

Lot Size: 40x30 World Lot: 13 Acacia Avenue in San Sequoia

Reference

[thailand-tourist-places]

Grand World Phu Quoc

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[stochastique-blog]

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[ill-kidnap-all-the-stars]

Zuko

[ image description: a digital drawing of Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender drawing in my style. He is a light-skinned man standing in ¾ view and looking at a fire in his hand. His right eye is gold, but his left is heavily scarred and closed. His black hair is held up in a top knot with the flame-shaped Fire Lord Crown. He is wearing a gold-trimmed red inner robe, with a brown outer robe. It has gold embroidery of Chinese dragons on the shoulders, and a peacock feather motif on the hem of the robes. He is standing in front of a brown Fire Nation symbol ]

prints ✨ commissions

📣 If your Zuko isn't half blind, I don't want him 📣

I feel like some Fire Nation outfits are bright and red, but Zuko's are always in some way darker. Let's not unpick the symbolism there :/ as always, influences and inspiration under the cut, with the reminder that these originally came from Instagram slides I made, so they're missing a lot of extra context and nuance - also that I don't speak a lick of Chinese (any flavour of it) but I tried my best with the characters:

A Bit of Background:

The Fire Nation is visually and geographically inspired by volcanic islands such as Iceland, Hawaii and Polynesian islands, while the culture of the Fire Nation is primarily inspired by East, South and Southeast Asia, as well as sun-worshipping cultures (such as the Ancient Egyptians and Mesoamericans). For example:

the Confucian concept of ‘filial piety’ (孝顺 or ‘xiao shun’) is central to the Fire Nation too;

the agni kai is a form of honour duel commonly seen in warrior societies of South Asia, and literally translates as ‘Duel of Fire’ or ‘Fire Quarrel’;

the Fire Nation propaganda justifying the war is reminiscent of the Japanese Empire during the Second World War;

the architecture draws on that of Ancient Egypt, different Chinese dynasties, and historic Southeast Asian kingdoms;

the food typically resembles the Sichuan food, particularly in the spiciness and quantities of meat.

Fire Nation Clothing:

The clothing of the Fire Nation draws from many East and Southeast Asian clothing. For example, the armour the military wears has influences from traditional Thai armour, the shoulder pieces the Royal Family wears come from Burmese court wear, the school uniforms are inspired by traditional Thai clothing, and the Royal Family's top knot appear to come from Qin Dynasty China.

The Royal Court are often seen wearing changshan, a traditional clothing of the Han Chinese, although that is not the only influence. For example, Azula's skirt comes from the wraparound trousers worn in Laos, Cambodia and Thailand, while Ty Lee and Toph's jewellery comes from the Thai mongkut.

My Design:

Zuko's wardrobe is one of (if not) the most varied, diverse and expensive of any character is the show. For example, his Ember Island clothing is very Thai-inspired, his Blue Spirit mask is based of a Chinese Nuo mask, his armour and hair in season one come from Thailand, and his dual swords come from Chinese niuweidao swords (牛尾刀). And that's not even mentioning the can of worms that is season two. But, since I'm drawing outfits for a ball in Republic City, I decided to draw inspiration from his looks in season three of ATLA and ATLOK.

I decided to go for the traditional daopao (道袍) robe, which usually had white or plain facings, but I decided to make them gold because Fire Nation. I put peacock feathers on Zuko's clothing because they symbolise the sun and virtue in Chinese clothing. I also decided to draw dragons on his outer robe. The dragons in ATLA are a combination of Western and Chinese dragons. Visually, they are very inspired by Chinese dragons, although they have four toes, which is more common with Korean and Vietnamese dragons, and they retain a connection to the Emperor. However, the presence of wings and their association with fire comes from Western dragons.

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Việt Phủ Thành Chương, Hanoi, Vietnam. Credit to Hoang Anh.

[gatheringbones]

[“The American soldiers in Vietnam discovered their own ignorance in an immediate way. The NLF guerrillas chose the night and the jungles to fight in, similarly, and they chose to work with that part of the population which was the most obscure to the Americans and to the Saigon government officials. For the Americans to discern the enemy within the world of the Vietnamese village was to attempt to make out figures within a landscape indefinite and vague — underwater, as it were.

Landing from helicopters in a village controlled by the NLF, the soldiers would at first see nothing, having no criteria with which to judge what they saw. As they searched the village, they would find only old men, women, and children, a collection of wooden tools whose purpose they did not know, altars with scrolls in Chinese characters, paths that led nowhere: an economy, a geography, an architecture totally alien to them. Searching for booby traps and enemy supplies, they would find only the matting over a root cellar and the great stone jars of rice. Clumsy as astronauts, they would bend under the eaves of the huts, knock over the cooking pots, and poke about at the smooth earth floor with their bayonets. How should they know whether the great stone jars held a year’s supply of rice for the family or a week’s supply for a company of troops?

With experience they would come to adopt a bearing quite foreign to them. They would dig in the root cellars, peer in the wells, and trace the faint paths out of the village — to search the village as the soldiers of the warlords had searched them centuries ago. Only then would they find the entrance to the tunnels, to the enemy’s first line of defense. To the American commanders who listened each day to the statistics on “tunnels destroyed” and “caches of rice found,” it must have appeared that in Vietnam the whole surface of the earth rested like a thin crust over a vast system of tunnels and underground rooms.

The villages of both the “government” and “Viet Cong” zones were pitted with holes, trenches, and bunkers where the people slept at night in fear of the bombing. In the “Viet Cong” zones the holes were simply deeper, the tunnels longer — some of them running for kilometers out of a village to debouch in another village or a secret place in the jungle. Carved just to the size of a Vietnamese body, they were too small for an American to enter and too long to follow and destroy in total. Only when directed by a prisoner or informer could the Americans dig down to discover the underground storerooms. Within these storerooms lay the whole industry of the guerrilla: sacks of rice, bolts of black cloth, salt fish and fish sauce, small machines made of scrap metal and bound up in sacking. Brown as the earth itself, the cache would look as much like a part of the earth as if it had originated there — the bulbous root of which the palm-leaf huts of the village were the external stem and foliage. And yet, once they were unwrapped, named, and counted, the stores would turn out to be surprisingly sophisticated, including, perhaps, a land mine made with high explosives, a small printing press with leaflets and textbook materials, surgical instruments, Chinese herbal medicines, and the latest antibiotics from Saigon.

The industry clearly came from a civilization far more technically advanced than that which had made the external world of thatched huts, straw mats, and wooden plows. And yet there was an intimate relation between the two, for the anonymous artisans of the storerooms had used the materials of the village not only as camouflage but as an integral part of their technology. In raiding the NLF villages, the American soldiers had actually walked over the political and economic design of the Vietnamese revolution. They had looked at it, but they could not see it, for it was doubly invisible: invisible within the ground and then again invisible within their own perspective as Americans. The revolution could only be seen against the background of the traditional village and in the perspective of Vietnamese history.”]

frances fitzgerald, from fire in the lake: the vietnamese and the americans in vietnam, 1972

[solacescastleglow]

Things I've Been Loving Recently (in no particular order)

writing (& worldbuilding for) fanfiction

the moon <3

omelettes with cheese

dinosaur time (eating spinach by the handful)

buying secondhand books

oil pulling

my shul/local chabad's dinners

looking at pictures of evgeny shwartz as felix yusupov on pinterest

chatting with new people

penguin little black classics in my pockets when i go out

how much it's been raining recently

record shopping with my sibling

pho from the vietnamese restaurant next to the secondhand bookshop

left right goodnight! by bears in trees

pickled onions

the australian voting system (preferential voting my beloved)

wearing pyjama pants under my regular pants

reading ancient classics

my employment consultant (thank u razan!!)

getting on jobseeker pension

my mama (happy mother's day!)

the ____ with mama memes

going on walks with my dad/sibling

one direction (i should have kissed you is a banger don't @ me)

vegetarian chili mac and cheese

the (still working) 1970s gas heater my dad found

living in the area i live in, i'm literally so lucky

my kitty cat, sweet little baby boy

the fact that my dad said my face is getting more square on t

the weather getting colder

studying ancient greek

the two triplets who volunteer at the shul (platonically)

organising our home library

listening to reddit stories while i do other things

papenathy (they live in my head rent free)

water

how cool the people in my area dress

being gendered masculinely by strangers

little bit of bottom growth who said that?

my visual timer

chamomile tea, all time favourite drink ilysm

post blocker on xkit

arm day for strength training

randomly telling myself 'drop and give me 10 bicycles'

the hunger games (original trilogy)

how much better i'm getting at communicating, especially via email

being able to choose between my cane, one crutch, two crutches, or nothing and not suffering severe consequences

bringing my cuddling pillow and blanket downstairs to sit on the sofa

daydreaming that i'm a professor giving a lecture while i write my assignments

my professor who lets us make up a creative project instead of essays

sebastian castellio/hating on jean calvin

fragrantica

hearing the kid next door practicing piano

seeing weird shaped dogs in the park

classical records

showers

the harmonising in shabbat services

the fact that i go to a barber now (the haircut itself, however...)

coles' bakery section

mother's day lunch at a random middle eastern restaurant in a suburb of the town my grandparents live in (literally so good)

sitting on the front steps while dad gardens

smoked paprika

exploring the local high street

friendly retail workers (g-d's strongest soldiers i swear)

the local architecture style

when things i bought years ago suddenly become useful again

my dressing gown

self love (cough cough) (thank you t for giving me my libido back)

the $300 1920s version of mrs beeton's household management i finally saved up enough to buy

financial responsibility

ritalin + lorazepam

my 'going out station' (place i put my keys etc)

having enough in my emergency fund that i don't need to save anymore unless i want to

my notion set up

my allergies randomly going away

therapy

the mottled sunlight in the back garden

growing the fuck up

that time i managed to pick around mushrooms in a dish without crying

my 2015 laptop that still works fine

my motorola phone (it has a headphone jack!!!)

donna tartt lore

making super niche memes

wilfred owen poems

when my dad and i trade our poetry

dusting powder

dry brushing

afternoon tea with my family

scented candles

cooking

chicken salt on hot chips

my great grandpa's harris tweed jacket that fits me perfectly

mint slice biscuits (now that i can have mint)

getting to use my winter wardrobe

how bad the liberals (our conservative party) lost the election

pope memes

the fact i'm graduating this year!!!

scent layering

wholegrain sourdough bread

the fact that i have so many good things in my life <333

[ducksido]

Welcoming Chinese!yuu and Louisiana!Yuu

First Impressions:

Mexican!Yuu: “Wait, Louisiana!Yuu, you deep-fry everything? We’re gonna get along real well.” Brazilian!Yuu: “Chinese!Yuu, you have a festival where people launch lanterns into the sky? That sounds magical.” Aussie!Yuu: “Louisiana!Yuu, you mean to tell me you wrestle gators for fun? Mate, I think we just became best friends.” Sicilian!Yuu: “Chinese!Yuu, your tea culture is incredible. You’re making me want to sit down and just drink tea all day.” Romanian!Yuu: “Louisiana!Yuu, you believe in ghosts? I knew you and I would get along just fine.” Jamaican!Yuu: “Louisiana!Yuu, your music is all soul, huh? I wanna hear that jazz you keep talking about.” Southern!Yuu: “Oh thank the Lord, another proper Southern soul! I was startin’ to feel outnumbered.” Florida Man!Yuu: “Wait, y’all have voodoo in Louisiana? You gotta show me how to hex people!” Czech!Yuu: “Chinese!Yuu, you mean to tell me your legends include dragons? I need to hear them.” Thai!Yuu: “So both of y’all believe in spirits and ghosts… maybe too much. I’m sleeping with the lights on.” Vietnamese!Yuu: “Chinese!Yuu, I swear we are practically family. Our cultures are so interwoven, this is great!” Pakistani!Yuu: “Your Lunar New Year is huge?! I have to experience that celebration at least once in my life.” Egyptian!Yuu: “Chinese!Yuu, your country has dynasties that lasted thousands of years? Respect.” French!Yuu: “Louisiana!Yuu, your Creole and Cajun food is a masterpiece. I demand a taste test.” Québécois!Yuu: “Louisiana!Yuu, you speak French too?! Finally, someone who understands me!” Greek!Yuu: “Chinese!Yuu, your philosophy and history go way back. We need to have a deep talk.” Irish!Yuu: “Louisiana!Yuu, your bayou legends sound like my old Irish ghost stories… We should swap.” Scottish!Yuu: “So both of y’all believe in spirits? Have you ever met a banshee?” Italian!Yuu: “Chinese!Yuu, your food is an art form. I must learn your cooking techniques.” Aboriginal!Yuu: “Louisiana!Yuu, your connection to the land reminds me of home. I respect that.” Arab!Yuu: “Your respect for ancestors is something I deeply admire, Chinese!Yuu. It’s a beautiful tradition.” Philippine!Yuu: “Louisiana!Yuu, you party like we do. Your Mardi Gras and our festivals would be a dangerous combination.” Myanmar!Yuu: “Chinese!Yuu, your architecture is breathtaking. I want to see your temples.” South Georgia!Yuu: “Louisiana!Yuu, you ever had proper sweet tea? Lemme tell you, it’s a necessity.” Singaporean!Yuu: “Chinese!Yuu, we have so much in common. Our food culture is legendary.” Indonesian!Yuu: “Louisiana!Yuu, I see you have spicy food. Let’s see if you can handle my spice.”

How Louisiana!Yuu & Chinese!Yuu Fit In:

Louisiana!Yuu (The Bayou Legend)

Brings the party—Mardi Gras, jazz, and crawfish boils? Everyone is well-fed and having a great time.

Has the wildest ghost stories and will sit you down at night to tell you about the horrors of the swamps.

Cooks with love and spice—you haven’t lived until you’ve tasted their gumbo. Sam is already making them feel at home.

Tough as nails—they’re not afraid of gators, storms, or even Florida Man!Yuu’s reckless antics.

Chinese!Yuu (The Ancient Scholar & Martial Artist)

Wise beyond their years, carrying a deep respect for philosophy, tradition, and honor.

A master chef—their dumplings and noodle dishes leave the whole group fighting over the last bite.

Has incredible festival knowledge—Lunar New Year, the Mid-Autumn Festival, Dragon Boat races—they bring the celebration wherever they go.

Can and will humble anyone in a fight—whether it’s martial arts or a battle of wits, they’re always a few steps ahead.