"Your Lips Are Red" St. Vincent at La Cigale Paris in February 2014
STRICTLY HANDPOKED TATOOS
Cosy et colorés les intérieurs de Kate Lewis. Du vert, du rouge, de l’orange, que ce soit à l’aquarelle ou à l’acrylique, l’artiste de Chicago aime les tissus cossus de l’époque Victorienne. Son jaune moutarde et son faux flou me font parfois penser à Bonnard. Oui oui, parfaitement. Un Pierre Bonnard qui se fournirait en vaisselle chez Rice. Why not ?http://katelewisart.com/home.html
- There is a whole group of scarab beetles called flower chafers. They comprise the subfamily Cetoniinae. Many species are diurnal and visit flowers for pollen and nectar, or to browse on the petals. Some species also feed on fruit.
- The Figeater beetle (shown above), commonly known as a “junebug,” is a member of this group. It primarily lives in the southwestern United States and Mexico.
- Figeater beetles are often mistaken for green June beetles (Cotinis nitida), which occur in the eastern US. The only place these species’ ranges overlap is Texas.
- Figeater beetles, unlike their eastern counterparts, are not capable of damaging leaves and fruit as adult. As a result they only feed upon already-injured fruits.
As a kid I was pretty much obsessed with mazes - drawing them constantly, completing maze books, etc. - so when I came across BIG’s life-sized, indoor maze I was ah-mazed! (Had to go for it…) Any way, the indoor maze is housed in Washington, D.C.’s National Building Museum and the tallest walls reach eighteen feet in the air.
Check out a sweet time-lapse video of the construction of the maze below:
G. Kero - Bowie Shirt
swoons for this shirt!
As I walked in the dark through the tunnels and tunnels of books, I could not help being overcome by a sense of sadness. I couldn’t help thinking that if I, by pure chance, had found a whole universe in a single unknown book, buried in that endless necropolis, tens of thousands more would remain unexplored, forgotten forever. I felt myself surrounded by millions of abandoned pages, by worlds and souls without an owner sinking in an ocean of darkness, while the world that throbbed outside the library seemed to be losing its memory, day after day, unknowingly, feeling all the wiser the more it forgot.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via thismetaphor)
It’s too good 😍❤️😭 I will never get over people who get my artwork tattooed on them. Special place in my heart for them always.