#pittie nation

[aleksandranm1]

Vatromet

[aikidogs]

Remember Ares? He has a sister now and I am celebrating Take Your Dog to Work Day by being at work. With dogs.

No, that’s just a long eared doggie in the hutch, really.

[heartilywrites]

Heyyy! I was wondering if you could write about Korra giving aftercare to the reader after they’ve had sex ;) Korra ofc dominated the reader but just wants to make sure the readers okay and feels love afterwards (and Korra gives the reader her t-shirt to wear) thank u thank u!

،، 𝓗eavenly ; Korra

request guide | masterlist

resume: your girlfriend wants to take care of you.

content warning: ¡¡MDNI!! fingering ; oral sex (both r receiving) ; dom!Korra sub!reader ; Korra x fem!reader ; it gets all soft and lovely when the aftercare begins- ; no nation nor bending status mentioned ; no use of y/n

wc: 1k

a/n: you didn’t ask for smut, but you know, as one who loves to write context for fics (excuses) i did write smut at the beginning as a gift (more excuses). THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, LOVE, ENJOY :D

“ Tell me what you want and you got it, love. I want all of you, gimme all you got.

Obscene noises filled the room your girlfriend and you were on at that moment. Your fingers on your left hand were tangled along Korra's hair while she was deeply hypnotized by the way you tasted.

Your throat vibrated with moans and whimpers calling her name, back arched and your eyes had closed long time now for the overwhelming feeling of pleasure the brunette was giving you.

At one point, your free hand got caught by your teeth when somehow you thought maybe you were too loud, Korra stopped when she started to hear you muffled making you let out a pleading noise.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra, please.” your eyes were teary when they looked at the southerner, she had a neutral expression.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “When did I tell you to do that?” she asked with a cold tone of voice, her fingers where pulled out of you, another pitty noise sounded from you at the feeling of emptiness.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm sorry, it won't happen again.” your voice sounded lower than normal, ice colored orbs stayed on yours. “Please, please.”

Her body moved for her to be at your eye level again. “You'll behave?” your head nodded. “Say it. Say it or I won't allow you to finish.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'll behave!” the exclamation came louder than your other answers, Korra smiled. “I promise I'll behave!”

Now that she was back on top of you, her lips owned yours in such a desperate and wet kiss. The taste of your own essence made you let out a sigh which Korra very much enjoyed, her digits slipped once more on you now making you moan on her lips between kisses.

Her kisses moved to your neck, being able to see how the bruises she made previously started to show.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I want you to be loud, you hear me?” she whispered in your ear with such a deep voice. “Let them now I make you feel so good, how you can't live without me in you.”

You only managed to nod as a response; as she went back to eat you out, you did as promised and didn't hold back any noise of pleasure she was provoking in you.

When your climax was close you had asked, pitifully, to Korra for permission to do so and your girlfriend allowed it after teasing you for quite some time. It was the second orgasm she had inflicted in you, so now you felt dizzy, your eyelids were heavy.

Korra got by your side a second later after cleaning her own face and wrapped your body in her arms.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You did so good, baby,” she was saying while you were composing yourself. “I'm so proud of you. Was I harsh on you today?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Mh, no, honey, you were perfect.” your voice came out hoarsely and a smile painted your face. You wanted to be as close to Korra as possible, snuggling better in the privacy of the bubble she started to create for both.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Let's go take a bath and then we can cuddle better, how does that sound?” as an answer, Korra got puppy eyes from you making her giggle. “Love, I want you to feel clean. I'll lend you one of my shirts, yeah?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Say no more, I'm in.” a sweet kiss was left on your lips before she stood up and walked to the bathroom.

When she was done setting the bath for both of you, Korra ran to help you when she saw your intention of standing up and you were thankful with her for that since when you stood up your leg failed you completely, still weak and sensitive. Your girlfriend took you in her arms to carry you, a kiss on her cheek was her tip from you.

Both of you got in the bathtub at the same time, she was right behind you hugging you and you just enjoyed the calm environment while talking to the girl about everything and anything. She was washing your hair while you were sharing company gossips about different people in all of the departments which Korra didn’t know a single name you dropped, but she did listen, gasped and even say her opinion on the matter.

Once you two were done, she helped you back to the principal room. Sitting with a towel wrapped around your body, you looked at the girl get dress first before she extended your own pijamas for you to dress yourself. Even if Korra was used to sleep in tank tops, every once in a while she used t-shirts with sleeves and those were the ones you would usually steal from her to wear since they have her smell impregnated and once it started to vanished you would steal a new one. After getting yourself dressed, the southerner and you quickly cleaned up the room when you saw the mess that was made and everything looked good, Korra sat you at the edge of the bed so she could comb your hair.

Now a new wave of small talks came from both of you while she combed your hair carefully to not pull your head and hurt you. That done, it was time for the so promised hugs. This time it was your turn to be the little spoon, snuggling with her and feeling safer in her arms, you turned to face her after some minutes.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thank you.” you whisper, cupping her face between your hands. “I love you.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you so much more, honey,” she whispered back, now squeezing you a little bit. “I'll be here always to take care of you.”

Her sky colored eyes looked at you so dearly and her focus stayed on you even after you fell asleep between her arms with one of her hands leaving caresses on your hair to relax you. In that moment, Korra felt the luckiest to have you as her girlfriend, she tried to burn the picture of you sleeping so peacefully on her memory.

[mr-styles]

Harry Styles Invests in British Brand S.S. Daley

FLORENCE, Italy – As Steven Stokey-Daley’s fall show in Florence during Pitti Uomo wrapped, the British designer, the 2022 recipient of the LVMH Prize for Young Designers, revealed longtime fan Harry Styles is acquiring a minority stake in the company.

Financial terms of the deal were not disclosed.

“Harry and I have a shared vision for the future of S.S. Daley and we look forward to this new chapter together as we focus on brand longevity and scaling the business into a modern British heritage house,” the designer, 26, said.

The pair was introduced by Styles’ stylist Harry Lambert, who masterminded the wardrobe for the artist’s “Golden” music video, outfitting him in Stokey-Daley’s graduate collection.

The investment is geared at building S.S. Daley’s direct-to-consumer business and forge ahead with plans for a “sustainable and long-term expansion,” the company said in a statement.

After graduating from the University of Westminster, Stokey-Daley made his London Fashion Week debut in September 2021 supported by the National Youth Theatre artistic director Paul Roseby, staging a four-part performance by members of the theater, riffing on British tailoring and tackling such topics as social class, inequality, school life, sexual awakening and homosexuality.

That same year, the S.S. Daley designer was among the recipients of the British Fashion Council’s Newgen initiative and was awarded again by the British fashion governing body the following year, with the BFC Foundation Awards.

read the full article on WWD.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Básicamente un TN o YN que es como Malleus Draconia de Twisted Wonderland (Prácticamente la descripción más importante de Malleus, un ser amable y tranquilo pero muy peligroso y poderoso: por eso muchos le temen... por ese miedo muchos simplemente lo olvidan. (quiero invitarlos a fiestas, reuniones o eventos sociales porque su sola presencia molesta o incomoda a todos, simplemente algo triste)

¿Cómo reaccionarían las naciones de Teyvat al enterarse de que su YN prácticamente NUNCA ha recibido una invitación? Básicamente, están tan contentos con esta invitación que los han invitado a una fiesta.

Traduction:

Basically a TN or YN that is like Malleus Draconia of Twisted Wonderland (Practically the most important description of Malleus, a kind and quiet but very dangerous and powerful being: that is why many fear it… for that fear many simply forget it. (I want to invite you to parties, meetings or social events because your single presence bothers or bothers everyone, just a little sad)

How would the nations of Teyvat react when they discover that their YN has almost never received an invitation? Basically, they’re so happy with this invitation that they were invited to a party

I'm not quite sure how you wanted to put it, but I'll try!

Now, Y/N is hella strong, and I mean, creators are kind of strong. Move mountains, rise the seas, and create blood-turning rivers—ALL THE STAFF.

They have this aura around them—the one that could crash any kind of ego without even flinching a finger. And everyone knows that and fears that—to the point that they never guessed if they were actually happy in that situation.

The reader wasn't that fine with it. To be fair, it wasn't even something that they would enjoy; they felt just so lonely in their giant temple, waiting for someone or something.

Their first invitation came like a warm wind during the winter.

Freminet loved your place—so big, so quiet. He enjoyed that you let him stay at your place, minding him no business at all, just tending to your garden while he was wandering the small lakes in the Creator temple. When he sent them a small letter, an invitation, something clicked in the reader's mind.

"What is this?"

"An invitation to my sister's tea party...for you..."

They have never received any invitations since the day they came to Teyvat. It was so stressful, but they couldn't take away the happy smile on their faces.

When the day of the tea party came, finally Lynette and Lyney understood who their brother friend was that he used to talk about. That wasn't what they thought about. When the Creator himself appeared to them, with a small box full of dessert in their hands and an elegant smile on their faces, the two siblings were in pure shock.

What if they do something to upset the creator? What if Lyney says something wrong? What if... and there you and Freminet just started to enjoy the tea together?

Readre tried so hard to not make anyone feel uncomfortable, but everyone was so stiff, except Freminet; of course, he couldn't be bothered at all by them.

When Readre started to tell how happy they were after receiving that letter from Freminet, Lyney started to make a guess.

"How is it possible that you, the mighty creator, don't receive any invitation to party, even in your own honor?"

"Maybe it's for my jokes?"

Ajh, so the creator was just a big dumbass. What news!

After that, the information started to spread. And the archons started to feel some shame for themselves.

They genuinely believed that the Creator never had time for pitty little pèarty or small festivals; they never could imagine that they could feel so lonely. Things started to change—for the worst, maybe.

"Ooookay! Today we have lunch at Mondstadt with some wine tasting at the Ragnivndr Mansion, then dinner at the Akademiya. Very early, we must go, and I mean, fly, to Watatsumi Island and"

Lumine was just at the beginning of her daily report of the creator's activity. Only to find them half asleep on the table.

"Maybe being the center of attention, it's not so fanatical at all."

[babybatscreationsv2]

The Kissing Booth

Marvel | Peter/Tony/Steve/Bucky

Peter decides to host a kissing booth to raise money for Decathlon, but he definitely wasn't expecting to be so popular.

Rating: Teen

Peter stuffed his hands in his pockets, he cocked his hip to one side, and he prayed that he looked as cool as the actor he'd seen on the cover of GQ. Most people passed by the booth while visibly refusing to look his way. Others walked by and giggled at the idea of paying to kiss a random teenager. A woman even stopped to ask if he were old enough to be doing a thing like that and seemed only more appalled when he confirmed that he was eighteen.

The only kiss his kissing booth had gotten him so far was one from a cheerleader with bouncy blonde hair. He was pretty confident she'd only done it to tease him, but her lips were soft and covered in strawberry lip gloss so he wasn't complaining. Plus that was two dollars in the decathlon team’s nationals fund and they were getting a little desperate. Peter just hoped that Flash's cookie stand farther back into the fairground was doing better. He'd never been good at baking so he'd opted out. Now MJ stood behind him, playing the scowling chaperone to discourage unwanted tonguing. The school wouldn't approve the booth unless he agreed to keep the kissing innocent. "As if you're kissing your own mother," the principal said and then blanched when he realized that Peter didn't have one.

"How long do we stand here before we decide we've humiliated ourselves?" MJ asked.

"I'm not sure how this is a 'we' situation," Peter said. His eyes scanned over the crowd. Maybe he could get a pitty kiss if he could make eye contact with the right person.

MJ scoffed. "Because I believed in your stupid kissing booth idea. Not that you're not pretty, we're just living in the wrong decade."

"Nah, I think everyone's just shy. Maybe you should come show them how it's done to break the ice."

"Pass." MJ went back to her chair and sat down. Peter laughed quietly. If they could just make a few more bucks, he'd call it a success. He hadn't been expecting to fund the whole trip this way, but he at least thought he could lure in a few pranksters looking to peer pressure their friends into it.

He stared out at the crowd and caught sight of Tony Stark entering the fair along with his gang. They were already laughing and goofing off. Perfect targets. Peter licked his lips shiny and leaned against the side of the booth. He sent what he hoped was a flirty look in their direction. If he couldn't score a kiss from the biggest man whore in school, then he was a failure for sure.

His heart skipped a beat when Tony's eyes met his. The other boy grinned as he took in the booth. He elbowed his friends and the whole group came walking over.

"What do we have here?" Steve Rogers asked. Peter blushed as he looked between him and Tony. Then he spotted Bucky in the back. Three of the hottest guys ever were standing in front of him and sure they were probably about to make fun of him before running off to play, but the idea that they were standing at his kissing booth made his palms sweat.

"Kissing booth," Peter declared, trying to find his confidence when internally he was shaking. "I'm raising money for our nationals trip."

"You guys made it to nationals?" Steve whistled, impressed.

"Is it that surprising with Peter on the team?" Tony added.

Peter blushed. He couldn't tell if they were making fun of him or not, but they sounded so genuine. He cleared his throat. "Two bucks for a kiss if you guys are interested in showing your support."

Tony and Steve looked at each other and they looked at their friends. They all smiled and shrugged their shoulders. Peter wished he knew what secret they were all in on as Steve pulled out his wallet and took out a five dollar bill.

"Two seems a little low don't you think?" He grinned. Peter rubbed his sweaty palms against his thighs. Were they really doing this?

MJ jumped up to take her spot beside him. He grabbed the cash and dropped it into the collection box. "Chaste kisses only, people! No tongues!" she declared.

Peter leaned over the booth, eyes on Steve's handsome smile. He half expected the boy to smash a pie in his face, but instead he got gentle lips pressed against his own for 3- 4- 5 lingering seconds. When he pulled away, Peter's breath went with him. He blinked away the shock as Steve moved out of the way for the next boy in line.

Bucky Barnes slammed his cash down on the table top. "Keep the change, Jones," he announced as he pushed a ten dollar bill her way. He grabbed Peter by the collar, but he didn't break the rules when he pressed their lips together.

Peter wasn't sure what insane reality he'd fallen into where half the football team was willingly kissing him, and paying for it at that, but he never wanted to leave.

Bucky was followed by Rhodey, Sam, and Bruce who all over paid in fives and tens. Then finally there was Tony. Peter couldn't even pretend he hadn't been waiting for him. By the look on the boy's face he knew it, too.

"Got one left for me?" he asked. He was so suave as he leaned on his hands against the table.

Peter nodded, feeling breathless. He swallowed. "Always for you, Tony." Peter blushed as the words escaped, but Tony's laugh was fond.

Peter leaned across the booth to meet him. It was only a soft little kiss, but it made his whole body shiver down to his toes. Seconds passed, he held back in the impulse to moan, to part his lips, to ask for more. MJ cleared her throat and finally they separated.

When Tony stepped back, Peter realized that they had gathered quite the crowd. A long line was forming as everyone wanted to imitate the school's coolest seniors and get a kiss from Peter. Tony looked over his shoulder and smirked.

"Opps," he said with a laugh. "I'm not sure your mouth will survive that line."

Peter laughed with him. "At least we'll get to take our trip."

"How about this," Tony leaned over the booth to speak quietly. Peter's heart skipped at the intimacy of it. "How much for you to close the booth and come on a date with me instead?"

"I uh-" Peter felt his head spin for a second. His palms pressed against the table stop for stability. "Well, I don't know how much Flash made at his booth so I don't know exactly-"

"No problem. Have Mr. Harrington call my dad. He'll send a check."

"Are you sure?"

Tony offered Peter his arm. "Come on. I'll buy you a funnel cake."

Heart fluttering, Peter walked around the booth and took Tony's arm.

"Hey!" Steve cut in. "That's cheating, Tony."

"What?" the boy smirked. "It's not like I'm kidnapping him."

Bucky scowled behind Steve. "Not all of us can afford to buy the booth out, dickhead."

Tony shrugged. "Some of us are born winners, Barnes."

Peter gasped as Steve shoved him and he fell back against the booth. He backed out of the way as he processed what he was seeing. Tony and Steve, absolute best of friends since the sixth grade, were fighting over him. Meanwhile Bucky stood smirking while he held back Rhodey and the other boys looked unsure of who's side to be on.

"Stop it!" Peter screamed. He jumped into the fight, barely avoiding catching Steve's elbow in his ribs as he pushed his way into the middle. Bucky grabbed Steve and pulled him away before Peter could get hurt leaving Tony grinning as he leaned against the booth.

"Let's just all go," Peter suggested before Tony could say anything else to start more fighting.

"I think that's a great idea, Pete," Bucky agreed. He threw his arm around Peter's shoulders and steered him away from the booth. "Unless you jackasses are still measuring up?"

Steve huffed, but his eye roll was friend when Tony bumped his shoulder on the way past. He offered Peter his arm again and he took it with Bucky's arm still on his shoulder.

They walked through the fair in a row of four with the other boys following behind. Peter was anxious after the fight, but he noticed Steve slip his hand into Bucky's back pocket as they walked along and an idea came into his head. Maybe they could all do more than enjoy the fair. But maybe all of this kissing was making him over confident.

They stopped at the basketball hoops and Tony paid the carny. Peter laughed as his own ball hit the edge of the hoop and went flying into the net. They each got two tries and by the end of it, it was Bucky who handed Peter a chubby blue teddy bear that was half his size while Tony and Steve walked away with pocket sized plushies.

"Just for you, gorgeous." Bucky was smug as he handed the toy over. Peter grinned as he squeezed it in his arms. He was undeniably delighted even if he did feel a little bad watching Steve stuff his toy into his pocket while Tony handed his to a passing toddler.

"Don't worry about them," Bucky slung his arm over Peter's shoulder. The other two walked a few paces ahead as they shook off their embarrassment. "They have to learn to quit their bullshit sooner or later."

"I can't believe they're fighting over me."

"They'll get over it. They always do."

Peter looked at him. "Or are you just trying to steal me away for yourself?"

Bucky stopped them in the middle of the walkway. He put his hand gently under Peter's chin, staring deep into his eyes. Peter swallowed.

"Do you want me to?"

"I..." He blinked fog in his brain. "I was kinda hoping... well I was thinking..." He chewed his lip. Bucky waited for him to continue. "Well, you and Steve seem to be... and you know what people say about Tony... I thought..."

Bucky grinned. "It's okay, kitten. Tell me what's on your mind."

"What if I didn't have to choose? Maybe we could all just..." Peter blushed. "I just think we could all have a lot more fun if no one was fighting."

"I think you're as smart as you are pretty." Bucky leaned a little closer. He kissed him again, almost as innocently as he had before. Almost.

"What the hell are you doing back here?" Tony startled them both out of their little moment. Him and Steve stood in front of them now, but Peter couldn't tell exactly what they were thinking. They didn't look angry... Maybe this would be easier than he thought.

"Hey Stevie, that's our ride," Bucky said. He gestured down the path at the flying saucer ride before giving Peter a look.

"Oh, I don't like that one," he said. "You two should go. Me and Tony will wait by the duck pond."

"Perfect!" Bucky unwrapped himself from Peter and slung his arm over Steve's shoulders instead. Peter heard Steve protest, but he stopped quickly at something Bucky whispered to him.

Tony looked pleased as the two of them disappeared. "Just us then." He offered Peter his hand and they started to walk once again down the trodden dirt road.

Peter rolled the idea around in his head unsure of how to bring it up. Eventually he decided the best thing to do was to figure out how all of this even got started. "So what was all of that back at the booth?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You got all of your friends to kiss me so you could take me on a date? And then that fight with Steve?"

Tony laughed. "Yeah alright... Me and Steve weren't sure which of us you're always staring at. We're always together, ya know? I made him go first so I didn't make a fool of myself, but then I saw how you looked at me even after all of that." He stopped abruptly. "I'm not crazy, right? You wanted to come with me."

"Yeah, of course. I'm so happy that you asked me. But I'm really happy that we're all here together."

Tony sighed. "I really like you, Peter."

"I like you too. And Steve and Bucky. And I mean... you guys are best friends. You share everything anyway..."

Tony looked at him for a moment. Then he smiled. "That's not the worst idea I've ever heard..."

"I'm pretty smart, remember? I do decathlon." He gave him a playful smile.

Tony pulled him in closer. "And they would be nothing without you."

They waited by the exit of the flying saucer ride. Tony's hand had slipped into his back pocket and Peter definitely wasn't complaining. When he spotted Steve and Bucky coming out, Steve's cheeks looked a little pink and the color only deepened as they reached the exit.

"You guys talked?" Bucky asked.

Peter grinned. "We sure did. How uh... your talk go?"

"Are you sure about this, Peter? You don't have to be afraid to play favorites. It's okay to just choose one of us," Steve said.

Peter stepped away from Tony to give Steve a soft kiss. "I want this. I don't want to choose and it looks like I don't have to."

Steve's face slowly shifted from a bewildered daze to an excited smile. "If you're sure."

"Definitely sure." Peter handed his teddy bear to Bucky. Then he hooked his arm through Steve's and pulled him along to hook his other arm in Tony's. He looked at Bucky who took his place with an arm around Steve and the bear under the other. "I think the Ferris wheel has room for four."

[stylesnews]

FLORENCE, Italy – As Steven Stokey-Daley’s fall show in Florence during Pitti Uomo wrapped, the British designer, the 2022 recipient of the LVMH Prize for Young Designers, revealed longtime fan Harry Styles is acquiring a minority stake in the company.

Financial terms of the deal were not disclosed.

“Harry and I have a shared vision for the future of S.S. Daley and we look forward to this new chapter together as we focus on brand longevity and scaling the business into a modern British heritage house,” the designer, 26, said.

The pair was introduced by Styles’ stylist Harry Lambert, who masterminded the wardrobe for the artist’s “Golden” music video, outfitting him in Stokey-Daley’s graduate collection.

The investment is geared at building S.S. Daley’s direct-to-consumer business and forge ahead with plans for a “sustainable and long-term expansion,” the company said in a statement.

After graduating from the University of Westminster, Stokey-Daley made his London Fashion Week debut in September 2021 supported by the National Youth Theatre artistic director Paul Roseby, staging a four-part performance by members of the theater, riffing on British tailoring and tackling such topics as social class, inequality, school life, sexual awakening and homosexuality.

That same year, the S.S. Daley designer was among the recipients of the British Fashion Council’s Newgen initiative and was awarded again by the British fashion governing body the following year, with the BFC Foundation Awards.

The designer’s gender-fluid take on the uniforms of the British upper classes, such as wide-leg trousers, argyle-knit wool vests and embroidered shirts, appeals to a Gen-Z sensibility, and a growing female customer base. The brand is currently stocked in a handful of retailers, including Saks Fifth Avenue, Dover Street Market, Matchesfashion, Bergdorf Goodman, 10 Corso Como Seoul and I.T Store.

Attending the S.S. Daley show in Florence, Sir Paul Smith praised Stokey-Daley and said: “I think that the ideal thing [for him] would be to try and work in parallel with a commercial company that help him develop as a commercial designer, as well as creative designer. And of course, that’s what everybody dreams of. He has the balance between commerciality and creativity.”

“I think [his designs] might have had similarities in my earlier [career]… We are in 60-something countries now. So you have to be a lot more aware of commerciality and things that work for the shops especially right now because the business and around the world is so difficult for people,” Smith added.

Styles’ investment falls in line with a growing number of celebrities becoming brand shareholders. They include, among others, Oprah Winfrey and Reese Witherspoon who invested in Spanx; Priyanka Chopra and Nick Jonas in skiwear maker Perfect Moment; Beyoncé, Jessica Alba and Rihanna in French accessories firm Destree; Mila Kunis, Cameron Diaz and Gabrielle Union in Autumn Adeigbo, and Mark Wahlberg in Italian sneaker brand P448.

[wearelatinamericanrockers]

Luis Alberto "El Flaco" Spinetta was a Argentine Jazz rock singer-songwriter, considered one of the most important and respected musicians of Argentina, Latin America and Castilian for the instrumental, lyrical and poetic complexity of his musical works, both in his multiple groups and as a soloist. The Argentine government established January 23 as "National Musician's Day" in honor of his birth. The initial years, Spinetta formed various rock bands in the 60s and 70s that would be extremely influential and important in the evolution of national and latino rock, such as Almendra, Pescado Rabioso and Invisible, El Flaco would publish his second album as a soloist, "Artaud", considered the best album in the history of Argentine national rock and a masterpiece of Latin music.

in 2008 he released his final album "Un Mañana". His famous songs are "Rezo por vos", "Bajan" and "Seguir viviendo Sin Tu Amor". Propaganda below;

"Su trabajo con Invisible es fantastico, el anillo del capitan beto es una de mis canciones favoritas, ESCUCHENLO PLOX" "No es una banda pero prácticamente lo es por sí solo. Cantó desde pura poesía hasta canciones de sexoooooo. Manic Pixie Dream Girl si fuera un vago flaco y argentino. El hombre más geométrico de la historia." "Nunca me salió el anillo del capitán Beto en la guitarra. Para mí que ese señor tenía un dedo de más en las manos para llegar a esos acordes. Also es un poeta" "Es uno de los rockeros más conocidos de toda la Argentina y latinoamerica en general. Y con razón. Canta como un ángel, toca como una bestia si las bestias sabían acordes raras, y escribe letras que solo tenían sentido por él pero suenan bastante bien. También es famoso por ser una persona re simpática a todos, amar a su familia, preocupar por la salud de sus amigos rockeros, y escuchando con paciencia y cariño a sus fans. Y CREO, porq eso es MÍ propaganda, que debe ser conocido por su Autism Swag™️ si todo fuera justo en este mundo. En conclusión Luis Alberto Spinetta es mi Babygirl de todos los tiempos ESCUCHEN CANTATA DE PUENTES AMARILLOS LOCOOOOOO" and thats all im including cause this man got submitted so much that this post would be way too long

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Pitty is a Brazilian Metal rock singer. She is been a soloist since 2003 and started her career when she was 17 years old.

Pitty began her career professionally in 1997, working as a drummer for two years in the punk rock band Shes; Despite performing some shows, the band did not record any album. In 1998, she joined the hardcore punk band Inkoma, this time acting as a vocalist, where she recorded a studio album, becoming quite popular in the underground scene in Bahia.

In 2002, Pitty received an invitation from musician and producer Rafael Ramos, who intended to produce his first solo album, accepting the invitation, signing with the record label Deckdisc in the same year, where she released her first single in 2003, "Máscara ". The song gained high rotation on the radio, on May 7, 2003 she released her first solo studio album, Admirável Chip Novo, selling 250 thousand copies and becoming the best-selling rock style album of 2003 in the country.

Her most famous songs are "Na sua Estante", "Me Adoro" and "admirável chip novo". Fansubmitted propaganda below;

"shes such an amazing singer and her songs are so good and go so hard and she sings a lot about society and i'm honestly just a big fan. i went to see her show and she's just so stunning. pls listen to "admirável chip novo" it's like one of her most popular songs and with reason!" "Um marco na música brasileira, a cantora mais foda desse país, formou uma geração e as músicas são atemporais. Shout out pra as crianças que choraram com o clipe de Sua Estante. Pra quem não assistiu, vale a pena conferir: https://youtu.be/DP3j6hgS4VY?si=4PJ6cSc_TwEf7vyV"

[art-ro-vert]

Everyone does it, so I will do as well!

I also love Jetkomai, pitty it’s not here.

Firelord Zuko being a sub to both Jet and Mai is hilarious. He can rule the nation, but his partners totally rule him 😅

Ps. I might be stupid, but what is the difference between Zuki and Zukki?

[what-the-dusk]

welcome to National Dog Day brother you get FURRIED I love my new staffy-pittie, I think I'll be using him as a sort of secondary sona because he's got the butch vibe i Wish i could pull off<3 RBF with an unexpectedly gooey center perhaps

[dreadfutures]

Loving LUMO: 2018 to Present :)

Just up in my feelings about my dog today. He's doing great! I love my dog! I just wanna talk about him. A lot. :) Like this is looooong.

I got my dog at the end of my senior year of undergrad, after I knew I got into a PhD program. I knew I couldn't make it through alone so I wanted a dog.

When I was young, I wanted a wolf! I wanted big fluffy scary looking dogs. Then I wanted a pretty, fluffy, exotic dog. But as I grew older and actually MET dogs (I didn't have a lot of them in my life before), I realized that those weren't the dog breeds for me. I wanted a dog that fit my lifestyle, but also a dog that NEEDED a home, and love. And I wanted to make an impact, rescuing a breed that was often found in overflowing shelters in the US.

Why coonhounds? **mentions of animal abuse, skip to the next section

In California, shelters are primarily full of huskies, chihuahuas, german shepherds, and pitbulls. Since I didn't know where I was going to live or what the ordinances would be, I reluctantly decided I couldn't get a pitty. Many of the chihuahuas, huskues, and GSDs in shelters have serious health problems, probably coming from puppy mills and unethical breeding situations. I knew that any dog could develop an expensive health condition (foreshadowing) but I wanted to find a breed where that was less likely to happen.

I had read that the less "pretty" working dogs are usually better bred. They're smart, learn quickly, and (many hunting dogs) are content with long lazy seasons on the couch. I also learned that hunting dogs are abused and abandoned after hunting season, especially when people get "hunting breeds" and assume all the complex training of hunting is instinctive--it's not, it must be trained. But these "Defective"/"Failed" hunting dogs are let go to freeze and starve, and shelters can't take all of them. Someone called them the chihuahua of the south lol.

“It is sad when they treat these dogs as ‘tools’ they can throw away, instead of treating them like family members.”

Whether dumped or lost, these hunting dogs end up in local shelters, if they’re lucky. Many times they end up shot, hit by cars, or die of starvation or disease.

Believe me I read up on all the downsides of adopting a rescue vs. getting a purebred puppy from a breeder. I read up on all the downsides of hunting breeds. And even so I knew this was probably going to be a good fit.

I also found Maddie on instagram, who is a gorgeous redtick coonhound and possibly the most well-trained dog in the world. I was convinced and turned to a national Coonhound Rescue that takes coonhounds from the south and moves them across the country to be loved in places where they're not so common.

Finding Lu

I originally did want a female redtick that looked like Maddie, so I put in an application for one. The rescue called me and said they had another dog in mind for me and my lifestyle, "But he has a lot of skin! That means he drools A LOT."

His name was Dallas.

Dallas is a handsome 2 year old American English Coonhound being fostered in [city]. He enjoys the simple life and loves nothing more than a warm, comfy place to sleep. He is housetrained, cratetrained and leashtrained; also good in the car. He would do well in a home with slightly older children and would make an excellent companion. This boy wants a loving and consistent family or person to show him how great his life can be. He weighs about 55 lbs and also does well with cats and other dogs.

This is the photo I was sent. :) I fell in love. This was going to be my dog! MY DOG. My first dog. Mine.

I was told he had been found on the streets, emaciated and sick, and that he had become an absolute counter surfer and couch potato in his foster home. And he could climb 10 ft fences if he saw a cat lol. They said he had "anxiety," but as I learned it was severe, severe PTSD from abuse.

I was originally going to name him Mo. For "Mopey." He had the saddest brown eyes and emo eyeliner, it seemed to fit. But "Mo" sounds a lot like "No!" and I soon realized they weren't kidding about hounds being independent and strong-willed. I still wanted "Mo" to be part of his name, but decided on LUMO as a chemistry reference since it was very relevant to my subfield I was going into. So he became "Lu."

The very first day I took him home, he had explosive diarrhea all over the car and there were no dog bathing places taking walk ins, so I had to haul his 35 pounds of skin and bones into the bath. Intense bonding experience to be sure.

He was so, so skinny. You can see in the photos how knobby his tail is, and how you can count his spine, and how all his ribs and his hips stick out. People would come up to me at restaurants and YELL at me "don't you FEED YOUR DOG?????? how can you be so cruel?" as if there wasn't a possibility that I was rescuing an emaciated and abused dog?

I thought he was skinny because of his past on the streets, and I think that was part of it for sure. But what I learned was that he wasn't just having digestive issues because he was "adjusting to his kibble" -- he's actually allergic to chicken, and he was on a chicken diet.

He was losing a lot of weight from the diarrhea, and he was SO itchy, and he had constant infections in those big, soft ears. We did a lot of elimination to figure out his allergies and he's actually allergic to a lot of things, but chicken is by far the worst.

As soon as I switched him to salmon, he started gaining weight really well, shooting up to a healthy 50 pounds. He also stopped getting constant ear infections!

The trauma

So the thing about Lu is that he isn't just "anxious." Anxious doesn't describe him:

He was terrified of blond men with sunglasses. Like just wanted to melt into the ground and phase through walls levels of terrified. My best friend and room mate was a blond man who wore sunglasses all the time. Fortunately he had grown up on an Estate with a whole bunch of working dogs and was so good at helping me get him over his fear. He was afraid of strangers in general, but none as much as blond and bald guys.

He was GREAT on leash from the start! But randomly, he would just...stop. Freeze, plant his feet, stare glassy-eyed into the distance at nothing at all. Nothing in particular triggered it. Not sounds, not anything I could identify in common. Just sometimes...he'd just freeze and shut down. I had to carry him sometimes as far as a football field to get home. Often it was right in the middle of the street. :( After ten or so minutes of staring, he would come-to, and he would sit down and look around all disoriented.

Also I had been warned about how some dogs "pull" on leash. It turns out that most people are talking about pulling...ahead. And training a dog who pulls ahead is WAY different than a dog who tries to pull backwards. Lu was so skinny that he could slip out of his harness, no matter what size of his harness. I quickly learned there was no tying him off and going into restaurants by myself, because he could EASILY chew through any leash in a few seconds, and he could slip right out of his harness and just DIP. But even on walks, during his PTSD flashback moments, he could pull back so hard his arms would come up by his head and he'd just noodle out of his harness.

He was terrified of stairs. Going up and down. My bedroom was on the second floor. The beach was down a steep flight of stairs.

He had no idea how to play with other dogs at all.

He was scared of grass. It was as if he had never stepped on grass before and thought it was lava. I'm suspicious that he might have been trapped in a concrete outdoor dog run or kennel for most of his young life.

He had persistent UTIs... and he counter surfed and ate a whole stick of butter, and went into acute pancreatic failure.

He had some sort of paw trauma. it was impossible to touch his paws, let alone clip his nails. No matter how skinny and weak he was, it took more than 5 people to hold him down long enough to clip his nails. He was terrible at the groomers. Dremels weren't any betters.

Pretty early on I had to settle for "progress" over "perfect."

We took baby steps together. From May to August, he became so much more outgoing. He fell in love with my two tall blond sunglasses guy friends. He started learning to get excited about toys. And we developed a routine so he wouldn't destroy my room when I left him alone.

I had to respect that he definitely, 100%, always knew what I wanted him to do when I gave him commands. And when he refused and said "No," there was no food, no toy, no incentive I could give him to get him to do it. At least not that time.

When I first moved to grad school that September, I had a lot of people in my cohort come over to my apartment. Lu hid under my bed the whole time and wouldn't take any treats to coax him out. We lay a whole pack of turkey in front of him and he wouldn't come out. :(

But within a few months, he had a growing circle of human friends that he was comfortable with. And honestly even by October of that year, if a new stranger came to the apartment, all they had to do was get up on the couch and offer him a Merrick toothbrush treat and he'd be in their lap.

Here he is with his companion cube in early 2019. He loved that suede couch lol.

Health issues :(

So because he ate a whole stick of butter and went into acute pancreatitis, we started monitoring his blood levels. They got better after treatment--but never back to "normal." They remained at the "hmm this looks like renal failure, Cirrhosis, or hepatopathy" levels, which was weird, because he was constantly getting happier and acting healthier every day!!

Eventually a vet suggested we see an internal medicine specialist. Turns out.... Lu's liver is like. Tiny. Like puppy sized. He has had this disease since he was a baby, which is why he's never known he was sick lol.

After about 9k of imaging and stains and biopsies, we learned:

He has copper hepatopathy, which today my new vet's jaw dropped as a like "WOW we HEARD about this in vet school but I've NEVER actually seen it! It's so rare!"

His liver is tiny, full of fibrosis, cirrhotic, tons of remodeling (in the bad way). His liver is ORANGE from how much copper is in it. The damage is completely irreversible. I have a copy of the biopsy & lab results and I can just imagine the scientist at the research institute they sent the samples off to, their voice as they wrote this report. It screams "HOW IS THIS DOG ALIVE?"

I just find it so funny, as another analytical scientist.

The other funny thing is that they prescribed him chelation therapy to help him get better (it didn't help and he doesn't get worse without it, so we have since stopped that; it was expensive). My PhD thesis is in metal chelation lolololol of Ni, Co, Cu. lololol

So that was an expensive process. He has to have a prescription low-copper diet, which has stopped most of his symptoms of this disease, and we have to do expensive blood tests to make sure he doesn't get worse.

And then he became a sock eater.

He passed the first few. Then he got sick. With the vet's help, he was able to pass it without surgery. And then the next time, it was life or death.

The vet I went to was so unethical and immoral but it was my only fucking option. I wouldn't have my dog here if my best friend at the time hadn't been wealthy enough to give me the 13k I needed on the spot, in cash, to save my dog's life with surgery.

In the hospital, the fucking awful vets:

claimed to use dissolving stitches. I don't think they did; I still feel them! 4 years later!!!

let him get a skin infection all over his body that made his paws swell up and bleed, and his paw pads fall off and bleed. It was terrifying. And cost me more money of course. It was so evil. He still has scarring all over his legs from it where fur hasn't grown back :(

He has bad teeth but according to the vet "not the worst! :)"

He expresses his glands in his sleep sometimes. UGHHHH they don't tell you that about dogs lol.

He still is terrible for claws. It's been worse and worse lately, to the point where I worry about how long his nails are and whether it will be bad for his joints. But it's the only thing he's really ever been aggressive for. :( I really worry about him. I have trained him to scratch a board of sandpaper to file them down, but they get sharp that way too lol.

Progress, not perfect. He lets me give him paw massages and check his nails and manhandle him, but just. Not clippers or dremel. :( Not there yet.

Anyway, he has been super healthy for many years now. He's got lumps and bumps and skin tags. The vet thinks he's about 9 years old, and definitely a senior. ;_; <3

Things I Love about LUMO

His ears are, I'm not kidding, the softest material in the world. And so warm. He loves it when I stick my finger in his ear and tickle his brain. He loves an armpit scratch. His tail used to be like, stuck, in such a sad position and I never thought he'd wag his tail and now it waves high all the time.

They told me he would probably never be a dog who plays. But when I got him, within a few weeks, I found the puppy inside of him. He runs like a silly rocking horse, completely uncoordinated and flopsy. He'll do fetch. He loves surgically disemboweling stuffed animals. He throws around his XTREME CHEW PLASTIC ANTLER and plays fetch with it with me.

He has several "spots" where I can get his leg thumping when I scratch him. He loves to be wrapped up in a burrito of blankets and sit in a sunbeam.

He leans on me and looks up at me with those big brown eyes and there's no fear or sadness in them anymore it's just sweetness and silliness.

He is so smart. He's attended a bunch of PhD level classes, and he's developed his own language. He's so smart. He knows how to tell me what he wants, he knows the rules and knows how to push them right up to the limit. He loves his sweaters. He will tell me what he wants by tapping on things with his paw. He knows that if I hold out my left hand it's to hold his paw and do a shake. If I hold out my right hand it means wait. He knows that the camera I have can see him and he'll knock it over so he can do mischief.

He loves his velvet chaise lounge. He loves his memory foam ultrasoft velvet bed. He loves his goose down comforter. He loves to sit on my pillow and fart. He basks in sunbeams and curls up in a tiny tiny little ball and he shrimps and sucks on his toes. He's basically a cat. He doesn't really want to go on walks, he pulls me back inside as soon as he's done his business. Except for when we have company--he loves walking with a pack of people.

When he talks to me, like just having a conversation, he sounds like a seal. Like a tortured seal. Or like a crying baby. He's never really figured out how to be a dog or sound like a real dog but we understand each other that's what matters.

He absolutely takes advantage of this to complain when I am not giving him what he wants. He'll roll over on the ground like a drama queen and wail and cry like I'm abusing him and it's because I'm across the room holding a pork chop that's just for me.

Today in the car he was WAILING like a seal, which usually means "LET ME OUT I NEED TO POOP" but after 3 or 4 tries to walk him, he made it clear that what he ACTUALLY meant was "PEDAL TO THE METAL GIRLS LET'S GO WHY AREN'T WE MOVING WHY IS THERE NO WIND ON MY FACE OR FLAPPING IN MY EARS MOOOOOOOOOVE."

For a while he was 69 pounds (NICE) but he's back to 64 lol. He stays between 63-70 pretty much depending on how active he is.

Anyway I have been reminiscing a lot because I figured it was time to add him to the "happy endings" page on the rescue website and I was going down memory lane.

Looking at the photo I took on the day I brought him home, and a photo I took last month, you can see his white face is spreading.

The defined white bit on his nose that whispers between his eyes has now spread to both his eyebrows, and his cheeks are getting quite white. But his eyes are bright and his ears are perked up and he is safe and warm and loved and stinky and soft. He gets fresh treats all the time (he loooooves celery, and pears, and sometimes carrots and sweet potatoes. and tortilla chips. and salmon oil.). He loves his prescription kibble and our routine. He has lovely friends and lovely car rides and he is just the best dog I could have asked for in my life when I got him and every day.

I've had to be so patient and calm and kind even when I was scared and angry, with his stress and his ptsd and his destructiveness and messiness. All he deserves and needs is love and he knows what's wrong and what isn't, sometimes he just can't help himself, and we move on together. He made sure I had a reason to come home and not sleep in lab during my PhD. He made sure I had a reason to get out of bed during my PhD.

And now we're just living our best lives together. :)

[royalhouseofcardsleyts4]

YOUNGEST ROYALS HOST FIRST EVER ROYAL FOUNDATION FORUM

Accompanied by Marcus Kahananui, son of the Sulani Prime Minister - Crown Prince Conrad, Prince Bradford, Princess Eloise and Penleope Pizazz took the stage as a foursome on Thursday for the first annual Royal Foundation Forum. The charity organization was intially set up by Princess Eloise and Crown Prince Conrad. After Conrad and Penelope tie the knot in a couple of weeks, she will become a patron, too.

It's the first time all four have appeared together at an official royal event. They were last all seen together when the Crown Prince and Pizazz announced their engagement on the grand balcony of Palazzo Pitti.

The royals and Marcus Kahanaui discuss important socio and economical topics at the first ever Royal Foundation Forum

Princess Eloise and Kahanaui answer questions from patrons in the crowd during todays event

The group used the forum to lay out their goals and plans for their engaging work under the charitable umbrella of the Royal Foundation, discussing why the foundation was set up, the projects they are currently working on and their ambitions for the future of Wynden.

Kahananui also took the opportunity to share some insight into how the nation of Sulani are stepping up to provide valuable resources in the aid of the foundation.

The group chat it up, discussing the success of the event, after the forum

Marcus Kahananui is visting the country of Wynden along with his parents on a three day State Visit.

[theejaguar]

Jaguar's List of Hobie Brown Headcanons

I watched Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse last Saturday, and Hobie in particular got my brain going brr. So have this (kinda long) list of headcanons - some silly, some 'serious'.

One of Hobie's love languages is touch. You can tell with how he gets Pavitr in a half-hug half-headlock while greeting him, as well as with how he pats Miles' shoulders after he saves Inspector Singh (while barely knowing him). That boy communicates encouragement, affection and care through gentle touches and caresses and hugs.

"Make your own watch" - Hobie told Miles when they were talking about why Miles wanted in so much. And with his distaste for brands, I say: Hobie likes giving homemade gifts. That, or he buys things from independent producers when he wants to give something he isn't skilled at. Hobie Brown doesn't use objects tainted by manifestations of capitalism to express his affections.

Hobie likes Brazilian music. He found it through Admirável Chip Novo by Pitty, and then became obsessed with music from late 60s to the 80s after deep-dive researching it. And that is due to how songs from that time play with words that criticised the authoritarian government. On the nose, but a lot weren't caught.

When meeting Miles' parents, Hobie actually calls them by Mr. and Mrs. Morales. No one comments on it.

Hobie goes by any pronouns. "You've got to confuse the fascists, mate. Can't misgender me if my pronouns are all of 'em" - BROWN, Hobie.

Hobie doesn't restrain anyone, but he's pretty protective of his own. Anyone that hurts the people he cares about is in for big trouble.

On that line, Hobie advocated a lot in Gwen's favour. The reason why they've gone on so many missions together is that he saw this girl that was most likely going to be homeless if they sent her back home and went "hell no". So knowing that Miguel doesn't bother with his antics, Hobie took her as his partner in missions, to be sure that anything she messed up could be glossed over by his "whatever" attitude.

Hobie and Pavtir bond a lot through criticism of the British government and History. I just know they have planned thefts at the British Museum to recover Pav's national treasury. "I... don't think that'd be a good look for Spider-Man, though" - Pav "Whatever" - Hobie, actually dropping the plan because he cares about Pav.

Hobie watches Oscar winners to bash the industry. Ends up liking what he sees at times (most recent occurrence being EEAAO - "It is a metaphor for how capitalism tears down familial relationships and fuels preexisting generational trauma.")

Hobie likes to play with kids. They play football together and he trips them if they call it 'soccer'.

Hobie goes to sleep at 4AM and wakes up at 12PM. He is NOT a morning person ("Hate the AM").

Hobie is friends with tattoo artists, and gets the Spiderband to get matching full-sleeve tattoos. Jeff and Rio go insane when they see Miles. George just sighs tiredly when Gwen gets home like he was waiting for that day to arrive. Inspector Singh's disapproval of Pavtir grows - but Gayatri likes it, so he takes it as a win.

Hobie likes to cook and looks up recipes from different countries in his free time.

Hobie can spot a terminally online person from a distance.

Hobie rejects the Imperial System. Meters, litres and grams are the way to go.

[taboogentlemen]

taboospecial // #pittiuomo: Many different styles, many different nationalities, and many different languages ​​but the passion for fashion, originality, and good taste are precise rules for everyone, this is Pitti 🇮🇹 🎥 by @giuse_laguardia

[justforbooks]

Roberto Cavalli

Italian fashion designer who used exotic animal prints, embossed leather and distressed denim to create his flamboyant clothes

As Italian fashion went global in the later 20th century, it diverged into two schools: the sensuous, soft in silhouette and touch, and the boldly sexual, flamboyant to the eye. The first, and lasting, head of the sexy school was Roberto Cavalli, who has died aged 83.

The material bases for both schools were the nation’s specialist textiles and leather firms: for Cavalli, they delivered figured and lamé leathers, garments printed after sewing so that no seams interrupted a design, and many fabrics with his emphatic prints. These featured animal-skin motifs, Renaissance and Baroque brocades, or, natural-world details derived from his digital photographs.

His aesthetic was hectic, blingy, and sold across classes and cultures: those from palazzos could don it ironically, while those for whom it was streetwear appreciated Cavalli’s celebration of blatant heterosexuality.

From the late 1990s, he expanded worldwide through clothes, shoes and accessories for women, men and children to homewares, perfume, a credit card, and cafes – in his native Florence, he bought the exclusive Caffè Giacosa and Cavalli’ed it.

He sailed the Mediterranean in his purple yacht, and was mobbed in his Manhattan store, but his emotional core locale remained Florence. His mother, Marcella, was the daughter of a painter, Giuseppe Rossi; his father, Giorgio Cavalli, a mining engineer, was shot in 1944 with 91 other civilians by German soldiers in reprisal for a partisan attack.

Postwar, Marcella scrambled by as a coal dealer, then as a dressmaker who hand painted her creations. The boy’s childhood was hard – he stuttered – but after much pleading, he studied at Florence’s Istituto d’Arte (1957-60), although never sat his final examination.

Instead, he earned money. His mother’s painted dresses inspired him to widen the idea to a mechanical process. He travelled to study Como’s many high-end textile firms, and began to print ready-to-wear sweaters for Mariuccia Mandelli of Krizia, who shared his fancy for simulated wild-beast pelts, and then for Hermès. Soon he had a studio, employees, a longed-for Ferrari and enough money to impress the banker father of Silvanella Giannoni; Cavalli claimed it was to win her hand he had achieved so much this young. They married in 1964, and had two children, Tommaso and Cristina, before divorcing in 1974.

Cavalli’s breakthrough to his own clientele came in 1969, when he gatecrashed a party for the shoe designer Mario Valentino, and mentioned to him that he could print on leather. He couldn’t, but the next day worked out a technique using supple glove kid, and returned with samples. Cavalli showed his new wares, sewn into garments, at the Paris Salon du Prêt-à-Porter in 1970. People gawped, but did not buy.

What did sell was his next inspiration. At that time, only brutal wear and laundering faded, abraded and distressed denim – the big industry that would become stone- and sand-washing, bleaching and shredding denim had not been invented – and any embellishments were crude. Cavalli ordered a container of dirty worn-out jeans from a US prison, and washed, cut and patchworked the pieces with leather and printed textiles for a collection shown in the Pitti Palace in 1972. The arte povera materials had been collaged with Italian craft skill and an artist’s eye, and appealed to the well-heeled in the last phase of Boho-hippy-rock-chick chic.

Cavalli went retail with his designs through boutiques, opening the first, Limbo, in St Tropez, and built up an international following. As a high-living celebrity, and a divorcee with loud enthusiasm for beautiful women, he was a judge at the 1977 Miss Universe pageant, where he did not vote for Miss Austria, Eva Düringer, 18, to win, as he wanted her for himself. After finishing her education, she followed him to Florence, where they married in 1980; she became his model, business manager, and mother of Robert, Rachele and Daniele. They divorced in 2010.

Cavalli retained close control of the manufacture of his clothes, proud of the skills used, and disapproved of licensing deals and production off-shoring in Italian fashion as it internationalised at the end of the 70s. He resented the 80s fashion preference for what he called “minimalism”, but was more accurately a temporary supremacy for the sensuous school, exemplified by Giorgio Armani’s unstructured tailoring for women, plus a desire to moderate overt sexiness.

The Cavalli label retained clients – rock doesn’t give up on its own – yet he stopped showing his collection, and in 1993 intended to close the factory and beg union help to re-employ its workers.

He was persuaded to a comeback show at Milan Fashion Week, and attributed his triumphant second career afterwards to his inspiration to add Lycra to denim to create stretch jeans. (Not a new idea – Irene Sharaff had denim experimentally woven with Lycra for the dancers’ jeans in West Side Story, 1961.) Cavalli personally distressed a pair, printed a snake entwining a leg, and displayed them on the perfect rear of his favourite model, Naomi Campbell.

During Cavalli’s years of retreat, Gianni Versace had taken over much of the remaining custom for Italian-originated sexiness, but Versace designs, especially his prints, had a mad Roman emperor stridency never seen in the work of Cavalli, whose leopards and tigers were for cuddling and stroking, not gladiatorial combat.

Even before Versace’s death in 1997, Cavalli was in the ascendant again, in demand on red carpets, on stage on Jennifer Lopez, Beyoncé, Christina Aguilera, and on screen – a giraffe-skin print – on Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City: he opened boutiques and cafes around the world for his sex-is-fun, Latin-culture-orientated, clothes that suited the mood of excess is success. He was the first Italian designer to create a collection for H&M, a sell-out in 2007. His company closed in 2014, but was relaunched a year later, with little input from Cavalli himself.

In 2002, tax police inspected Cavalli’s extravagant house and estate outside Florence, including the purple helicopter he piloted, and charged him with evasion for claiming expenses for the property as work premises rather than a private home. Cavalli was found guilty and sentenced to 14 months jail, but a superior court annulled the verdict.

A son, called Giorgio after his father, was born to his partner, Sandra Nilsson, a model, in 2023. She and his six children survive him.

🔔 Roberto Cavalli, designer, born 15 November 1940; died 12 April 2024

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[joseandrestabarnia]

Cena de bodas de Van Honthorst Gerrit conocido como Gherardo delle Notti (siglo XVII), ca. 1619. Óleo sobre lienzo.

Información histórica: Palacio Pitti, colección de Cosme II de' Medici (?). Obsequio de Fernando II de' Medici a su madre María Magdalena de Austria, en 1627 (Conti 1976). Villa de Poggio Imperiale (1654-1655). Llevado a los Uffizi en 1773 y registrado en todos los inventarios posteriores de la Galería. Este es uno de los cuatro lienzos registrados en el siglo XVII entre las pinturas de la villa Medici de Poggio Imperiale con el nombre de Caravaggio (dos de ellos hoy se atribuyen a Manfredi: véase Borea 1970, núms. 8-9), y traído al Galería de los Uffizi, como recuerda la escritura en el reverso del cuadro, en 1773. De hecho, como ya apunta Borea (1970). En los inventarios de la villa, entre los cuatro "de la mano de Caravaggio", se menciona un cuadro "Falso de noche, seis invitados, entre ellos dos mujeres...": descripción que sólo regresa parcialmente al n. 735, en el que las figuras representadas son ocho en total. En cualquier caso, es de creer que este cuadro también formaba parte del grupo de cuadros adquiridos en Roma para el gran duque Cosme II. Pasó en 1626 a la villa de Poggio Imperiale entre las propiedades de la gran duquesa viuda María Magdalena de Austria. Al igual que los otros dos cuadros, de temática similar, este también fue atribuido a Honthorst por Lanzi (1782), atribución que sin embargo fue rechazada por Hoogewerff (1917), quien la consideró obra de un seguidor del artista, seguido por Schneider (1933). Sin embargo, la atribución a Honthorst ha sido reconfirmada recientemente por Meloni (1966), Borea (1970), Rznicek (1974) y Nicolson (1979). Braun (1966) en el catálogo dedicado a la obra del pintor intercambia el cuadro con el otro 'Banquete' (ver n. 730 inventario 1890). Reznicek plantea dudas sobre el tema de la escena, que según él no sería un banquete de bodas, como sugirieron Meloni y Borea: sin embargo, se trata de un problema difícil de definir. En cuanto a la cronología, Borea (1970) señala afinidad entre la pintura y la "Decolación del Bautista" de Santa María della Scala en Roma, esta última datada hacia 1617-1618, viendo afinidad entre la figura de Salomé y aquella de la mujer de la izquierda en el cuadro florentino, mientras que Reznicek los ve más bien con el "Cristo ante Caifás" de la National Gallery de Londres (fechado ca. 1617: véase Maclaren 1960, p. 180 y siguientes). Estos argumentos, sin embargo, no son suficientes para apoyar una datación similar para la pintura en cuestión, que también presenta notables afinidades estilísticas con la más famosa "Cena" de los Uffizi (ver n. 730 inv. 1890), que generalmente se cree que data de 1619 –1620.

Información de la web dati.cultura.gov.it, imagen/es de mi autoría.