seoul-bros · 1 year ago
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JK's Maison Mihara Yasuhiro Shirt
Intrigued by the text on the back of JK's shirt. It translates as "The bride stripped bare by her bachelors, even" which in turn is the name of an artwork by Marcel Duchamp otherwise known as Le Grand Verre or The Large Glass (1923).
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He intended it to depict the erotic encounter between the "Bride", in the upper panel, and her nine "Bachelors" in the lower panel.
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The Large Glass consists of two glass panels, suspended vertically and measuring 277.5 cm × 175.9 cm. The top rectangle of glass is known as the Bride's Domain; the bottom piece is the Bachelors' Apparatus. It consists of many geometric shapes melding together to create large mechanical objects, which seem to almost pop out from the glass and ever-changing background.
One critic said this about it, "The Large Glass has been called a love machine, but it is actually a machine of suffering. Its upper and lower realms are separated from each other forever by a horizon designated as the 'bride's clothes'. The bride is hanging, perhaps from a rope, in an isolated cage, or crucified. The bachelors remain below, left only with the possibility of churning, agonized masturbation."
Well okay then!
Post Date: 27/10/2023
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markettwain · 2 years ago
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nobrashfestivity · 3 months ago
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Marcel Duchamp Study for The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even (The Large Glass), (Première recherche pour "La mariée mise à nu par les célibataires") July 1912 graphite and ink on cardboard 24 x 32 cm Musée National d'Art Moderne, Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris, France
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faghubby · 6 months ago
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caught with our pants down (part 2 to caught with her pants down)
In the morning Stephanie and I had a serious conversation, she swore she would never cheat again. She explained how she had thought Olivia was a woman at first. How she was curious. And she loved me.
Over the next few weeks, we both got busier. For her it was wedding plans. Had to meet the caterer, sample cake, dress fittings, even canceling our dinner dates on occasions. Although I was busy Stephanie was even more so. Our love life suffered at first but then it was even general conversations. We barely saw each other.
Then one day she informs me she is pregnant. At first I worry about that one time with Olivia. But what are the odds so I let it go. Now on top of insane schedules Stephanie being sick, or just not in the mood because of the pregnancy. By the time my bachelor party rolled around we had not had sex in two months. I was tempted that night easy enough to slip off with a stripper. But stayed true to Stephanie.
It was two days later as I stood at the alter. When Stephanie's sister Jamie came to tell me that Stephanie was sick due to the pregnancy just give her a few minutes. 15 minutes go by and out comes Gina her college roommate and one of the brides maids. Makes excuses again. I try and go see Stephanie, but she is sick in the bathroom I can her her gasping. I go and apologize to everyone but they all understand.
Again a bridesmaid alice appears to tell us to be patient. I even have the caterers start serving drinks and oredurves as we wait. Suddenly Olivia appears, I had not even realized she was the matrain of honor. She announces that the bride is ready. The ceremony goes off wonderfully. Stephanie is in high spirits. I mention Olivia when we have a moment alone.
"Paul, I asked her long before I couldn't take it back, how would I explain that to everyone" Stephanie told me. I nodded understanding
"Besides I love you" we go on with the celebration. We are spending the night in the hotel before we leave for Hawaii on our honeymoon.
The day winds down and we head to our suite. I even carry Stephanie over the threshold. I help her out of her gown. And start kissing her when suddenly the room is full of people. Hiding in the closet or in the hall. I am pushed face down on the bed.
"Sorry baby, but you will understand how much I need this" Stephanie tells me, as I see her forcefully stripped of her lingerie by her own friends. I watch as Gina is wearing a huge black dildo. She lays Stephanie on her back and mounts her. Stephanie takes the toy with such ease.
Olivia is the one holding me down. She leans in close to my ear.
"Your wife is carring my baby" she tells me. I been fucking her every week for almost a year. I can't look away as I watch Stephanie get pounded by her friend. Olivia tears my clothes away. I try to resist but my sister in law grabs my wrists. As Oliva tears my boxers. She rubs her rubbed cock against my ass. More hands hold me as she works the tip of her cock into my ass.
"Don't fight Paul, let her take you" Stephanie moans reaching out and holding my hand. I try and call out. As I do a pair of panties are stuffed in my mouth.
"Do I taste like my sister?" Jamie asks she is barely 18. Olivia works her massive cock into my ass. I look over and see Jamie getting fucked as well. As Gina stuffs her pussy.
"Your ass is even tighter then your wife's the first time I took it" Olivia tells me. Olivia is now working the full length of her 9 inch cock in and out of my ass. I spit out the gag, but now I whimper and moan. As she fucks me. I look over to see. Stephanie now has her face buried in between Gina's thighs. As Alice fucks her asshole. We hold hands as we are taken together as man and wife. Olivia comes pu,ping her load deep into my bowels. I am humiliated but as I go to stand I realize I had cum all over the bed. My little sister in law grabs my hair. And shoves a dildo in my face.
"Suck it bitch. Show us how much you want this" she pinches my nipple hard. I open my mouth and taste the pussy covered dildo. Who's pussy is this? I think. I am made to kneel and watch Stephanie get gangbanged for a second time today. She wasn't sick today. She wasn't allowed to get married till she made them all come on her tounge. Stephanie has had enough she has passed out. Gina puts her dildo under my ass. And pushes me down on it. I gasped and Olivia appeared in front of me she held her cock to my mouth. I took it. I started to suck the til its al, I could fit.
I could see Gina and Alice working on poor little Jamie. And Jamie called out for more. I was on my knees with a huge dildo shoved up my ass as this mean but buetiful Trans fucked my mouth. And I was excited seeing my sister in law take it like a whore from two lesbians next to my new wife.
What was wrong with me. Olivia came in my mouth then had Jamie kiss me we shared her seed.
"You are going to be a mother and father to my child. And an excellent sourse of entertainment for me" Olivia hissed in my ear as they all left . I laid next to Stephanie. Her body covered in little bruises. She reached out and pulled me to her. We held each other as we fell asleep
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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years ago
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tell me more about being maid of honour with best man Nathan Bateman… 👀
Warnings: Tipsiness, nudity, skinnydipping, Nathan being a flirty little shit
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oh my god
this fucking guy
You've heard your friend's fiancé talk about him (and your ex, a tech-bro who practically lives in Elon Musk's jockstrap, also used to talk about him).
You don't meet him until the engagement party.
Nathan barely meets your eye until your friend tells him that you're the Maid of Honor, and then he offers, "Aw, cool. Best Man."
He shakes your hand, holds your gaze, and smiles.
"Hey if you need help, just, uh...Ask someone else."
Your friend and her fiancé laugh. Nathan grins like he'd just told the joke of the century.
You pull your hand from his in favor of going to the bar.
You'd done as he asked, leaning on the bride and groom's family and other friends to help you with the few wedding duties your friend asked your help with.
You're doing pretty damn well, too.
At least, you are until Nathan emailed the wedding party that he'd be flying everyone out to Vegas for the bachelor and bachelorette parties
He's be footing the bill for the hotel stay, too.
Fucking show off.
But when you board your flight and get seated in first class...Fuck, dude, you can't even be mad.
Look, he's kinda hot, alright?
And him leading the festivities for the weekend, lording his wealth and influence over you? Incredibly annoying.
But also kinda hot.
"You don't like me very much."
It isn't a question. Nathan just says it with matter-of-fact bluntness, eyes slightly glassy as he watches you from the other pool chair.
You turn back to the pool, pursing your lips. You're the only two left on the rooftop; the others went to bed at least half an hour ago.
You don't ask how many he's had; you know it's a few, but you don't think he's completely drunk.
"I'm the one doing all of the hard work," You sniff, "And you just swoop in like a frickin'...Guy who swoops and dazzle everybody."
"Including you?"
He's grinning as he asks, and you sigh, nodding grudgingly.
"Including me."
There's a moment of quiet between the two of you.
It's not dead-silent—not in the least. You can hear the honking of car horns on the streets below, and the shrieks and crows of partiers walking the strip. You watch the light lapping of the water against the sides of the pool.
"C'mon," You hear.
You look up to see Nathan standing. He wobbles a little before he draws his shirt off over his head.
"What?" You frown.
"You ever been skinny-dipping?"
You balk—at the question, and the wide grin on his face.
"What? No!"
"You've gotta release your inhibitions—feel the rain on your skin. Or the pool water. Whatever. C'mon," He nods you back toward the pool.
"It's the hotel's pool, Nathan," You point to the sign by the railing. "Skinny-dipping isn't allowed!"
"Do you always follow the fucking rules?"
He sounds so annoyed with you. He has no right—
"No wonder you're so boring," He adds, taking a couple more steps back.
Heat flares in your face. You shouldn't allow yourself to be taunted, or lured into a such a bad idea—
But you're already standing and trying to ignore the thrill that you feel as tug off your shirt and shove down your leggings.
Nathan grins, gaze sweeping your body as you near him, wearing your bra and underwear.
"All of it."
It's a little heavy on his tongue, bu he doesn't sound drunk—he sounds turned on.
You swallow thickly, confidence waning.
"You first," You deflect.
He chuckles and reaches down. Your eyes drop, watching him unfasten his pants, and then—
You're not prepared for the speed with which he shoves them down. Your mouth goes dry as you take in his entire body.
He kicks the shorts away with no shame before he nods to you. You reach back and find your fingers fumbling with the hooks on your bra. You'd typically be able to do this in a second, but goddamn, this man makes you nervous.
Before you can unfasten it, Nathan's front is pressed against yours, his fingers whispering against your back as he undoes the hooks. The cups hang limply around your breasts, straps sagging. You shiver, nose-to-nose with the man that's loosening you up.
His hand drifts down your side, fingers hooking in the waistline of your panties and giving them a tug.
"Those, too," He murmurs.
"Seems like you've already got a handle on them," You answer primly.
He just chuckles. Your body washes with heat as you shrug the bra off, flinging it toward where his pants were kicked. He lowers his gaze, openly oggling your chest.
When he begins to tow you back toward the pool, using the hold he has in your underwear, you follow step for step. He stills at the edge, fingers sweeping along your belly.
"I paid for this weekend, sweetheart. I'm not doing all the fuckin' work."
With that, he lets go, taking a step back and into the pool. You suck in a gasp, watching his disappear before he reappears, swiping the water from his eyes.
You hurriedly shove your panties down, kicking them away before you join him.
The water is cold, and as you bob back to the surface, you draw in a frigid gasp. It's like you've been snapped out of a waking dream.
"Oh, my—god, oh my god!" You shriek, turning and making for the steps of the pool.
Before you can get far, Nathan's arms curl around your middle, and he draws you back against him.
Your brows raise, mouth falling open as you feel his broad torso and hot, hardening cock. The feeling is so dissonant, so separate from the cool water lapping over your body.
"Already back to your fucking rules?"
It's a low, almost hypnotic murmur, coupled with a slow, teasing roll of his hips.
You hesitate before you shake your head, reaching back and pawing at Nathan's side. When he turns you, you find a darkness in his eyes.
His grin grows as he backs you up against the side of the pool, his tongue swiping along his lips.
Anyway, that's how you get caught making out with the best man and almost get the entire wedding party thrown out of the hotel.
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mezmer · 2 months ago
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The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even (in French : La mariée mise à nu par ses célibataires, même), most often called The Large Glass (in French : Le Grand Verre), is an artwork by Marcel Duchamp over 9 feet (2.7 m) tall and almost 6 feet (1.76m) wide. Duchamp worked on the piece from 1915 to 1923 in New York City, creating two panes of glass with materials such as lead foil, fuse wire, and dust. It combines chance procedures, plotted perspective studies, and laborious craftsmanship. Duchamp's ideas for the Glass began in 1912, and he made numerous notes and studies, as well as preliminary works for the piece. The notes reflect the creation of unique rules of physics, and myth which describes the work.
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even is also the title given to The Green Box notes (1934) as Duchamp intended the Large Glass to be accompanied by a book, in order to prevent purely visual responses to it.[1] The notes describe that his "hilarious picture" is intended to depict the erotic encounter between the "Bride", in the upper panel, and her nine "Bachelors" gathered timidly below in an abundance of mysterious mechanical apparatus in the lower panel.[2] The Large Glass was exhibited in 1926 at the Brooklyn Museum before it was broken during transport and intentionally left broken by Duchamp. He decided not to change the glass but to glue the pieces back together.
The entire composition is shattered, but it rests sandwiched between two pieces of glass, set in a metal frame with a wooden base. The top rectangle of glass is known as the Bride's Domain; the bottom piece is the Bachelors' Apparatus. It consists of many geometric shapes melding together to create large mechanical objects, which seem to almost pop out from the glass and ever-changing background.
The Bride is a mechanical, almost insectile, group of monochrome shaded geometric forms located along the left-hand side of the glass. She is connected to her halo, a cloudy form stretching across the top. Its curvilinear outline and grey shading are starkly offset by the three undulating squares of unpainted glass evenly spaced over the central part of the composition. The Bride's solid, main rectangular form branches out into slender, tentacle-like projections. These include an inverted funnel capped by a half-moon shape, a series of shapes resembling a skull with two misplaced ears, and a long, proboscis-like extension stretching down almost as far as the horizon line between her domain and that of the bachelors. Her top-located domain is almost completely monochrome, with a wash of beige comparable to the cool colours of a cloudy sky.
The Bachelors' earthbound, lower domain, referred to by Duchamp as "La Machine Célibataire" (The Bachelor Machine), is a collection of much warmer, earthier colours of brown and golden tones. The Bachelors' Domain centres on the nine "Malic Molds". These dark brown shapes have a central vertical line, some with horizontal ones across them. They resemble the empty carcasses of clothes hanging from a clothesline, much more than they do actual men. They are interconnected through a spider web of thin lines, tying them to the seven conical cylinders. The cylinders range in color, and move in stages from nearly transparent on the left side, to translucent in the middle, to almost opaque on the far right. The opaque ones have swirling dark brown and gold colors and are almost solid three-dimensional forms, whereas the translucent ones are more ghostly outlines. They are connected in a line from tip to base and form a half circle. This rainbow-like shape is impaled centrally by a pole which connects them to the "chocolate grinder" at the lower part of the glass, and to the X-shaped rods that dominate the top center of the Bachelors' Domain.
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Marcel Duchamp 'The Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even' (commonly known as the ‘Large Glass’), 1915 -1923.
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ozu-teapot · 2 years ago
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The Atrocity Exhibition  | Jonathan Weiss | 1998
Robert Morgan, Caroline McGee, and The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even by Marcel Duchamp
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mjaomjaomjao · 1 year ago
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Marcel Duchamp
The Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even (The Large Glass)
1915–23, reconstruction by Richard Hamilton 1965–6, lower panel remade 1985
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oodlenoodleroodle · 1 year ago
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I'm having a weird experience: the WikiArt page for Marcel Duchamp's The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even has omitted the word Even from the title for some reason. Like if you scroll a bit they have a link to the Wikipedia page and it has the full title on it, so it's not like they don't know what the title is.
(Their How to Contribute page says you can edit or report errors, but I think that only applies if you create an account, which I'm not gonna do.)
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cocamalfeta · 1 year ago
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The Queer Aesthetic in K-Pop
Well, I hadn't paid much attention to this part of the Idol culture, but after hearing the last so heteronormative songs by Jungkook with their vulgar and misogynistic lyrics it should be clear (?) his queerness was merely a matter of stylistic choice made by his company, regardless of his actual sexuality. Obviously, the "shipping" culture is part of that queer aesthetics too, as being encouraged by the same company, and so it shouldn't be meant --again-- to be anything close to reality. I already could tell when Jungkook wore some BDSM-related jewelry and some fans were willing to believe he was into that lifestyle (¡!). Anyway, whether it's his personal choice or K-Pop aesthetics, you can check other Jk instances of supporting queerness here:
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Personally, though, I'd take the following pic for instance --aimed to promote an idea of genderless fashion-- as more like displaying a performance than reality. Fans aren't meant to take it literally (imo...)
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You can read more about this in The Queer aesthetic: from camp to commodification; The mainstreaming and commodification of queer aesthetics; The commodification of queer culture and many others as this has been happening for years. Also, read The paradox of Queerness in K-Pop:
To appeal to this public and feed these practices, there have been a couple of MVs with heavy queer subtext, like Red Velvet’s MV for “Monster”. In the MV, bandmates Irene and Seulgi, popular idols amongst lesbians and sapphics, are picturing almost kissing. If sapphic subtext in music videos of such huge bands can be received as a step towards more queer representation in K-pop, it sparks conversations on queerbaiting, especially when put side to side with the treatment of openly LGBTIQ+ artists in the industry. Indeed, K-pop idols are often forced to keep this part of themselves private and are put aside if they decide otherwise. Maman, known as Magoply, bore the cost of it when she came out on television after her debut in 2007 and was kicked out of her label as a result. More recently, when artist Kim Tae Seub debuted under the stage name HOLLAND and tried to tackle LGBTIQ+ topics, he was rejected by labels and had to crowdfund the money to produce music on his own. 
And finally, speaking of a bandmember who has been pretty vocal regarding queer aesthetics. I mean Taehyung who has a public celebrity girlfriend but sings and dances to queer-coded songs and movies and even somentimes wears high heels (¡!).
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I can't picture Namjoon wearing high heels though, but the thing is it's just a performance, doesn't speak on his sexuality in any way or form. No matter gay, bi or straight. They're just following safe trends. Consider then the experiences of Leslie Cheung who actually suffered from real backlash when performing with a pair of red high heels and who eventually committed suicide following a drepression.
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Duchamp The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even (The Large Glass) 
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scizors-they-them · 2 years ago
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✂️mint announcement✂️
the large glass
an homage to 'the bride stripped bare by her bachelors, even' by Marcel Duchamp
my friend Paul commented after viewing that 'a man speaking of art making a man unique while this is expressed through AI tools & human curation. It made me think it’s the AI expressing this and therefore some kind of ghost in the machine'
my figurative abstract AI collections have been exploring the latent space of a daydreaming artificial intelligence to see what lurks in the void
my favorite part of this is when in the end Duchamp's voice begins to break as he thoughtfully, quietly says
to live is to believe... that's my belief
you can see a man's face appear in the elbow of the arm holding the mirror as if Duchamp is reaching out from the latent space
as is customary Tumblrs video compression does not do this 1088x1920pixel video justice please visit the foundation app link and view it the way i intended in the link above
i didn’t spend so much time color grading for it to look this trash
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annadawg · 7 months ago
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The Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even
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theoriesanddocuments · 9 months ago
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Marcel Duchamp's early, kinetic Cubist works never quite seemed to fit within the parameters of that style as pioneered by Pablo Picasso and Georges Braque, and he quickly shifted his imagery into a sort of perverse, machine esthetic-inspired Dadaist reformulation, as seen here. These peculiar forms, neither entirely machine-like nor organic, eventually made their way into one of his most significant works, The Large Glass or The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even 1915-1923. I've included this particular work in this week's presentation because I thought I saw a connection between Duchamp's densely-packed forms and the shapes in Arianna's large abstraction.
Marcel Duchamp (American, born France, 1887-1968). La Mariée 1912. Oil on canvas, 35 1/4 x 21 7/8 inches. Philadelphia Museum of Art.
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glitteryzonkwinnernickel · 1 year ago
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