Temple At The End Of The Road

Ears are ready for take off

-Pandora-

Lomochrome color ‘92 Sun-kissed

bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental

being weird and full of love can save you

and it might save those around you, too

City Palace complex, Udaipur, Rajasthan, India

I've been going on something of a mini-dive into the Franco-Prussian War. It really hasn't been on my radar, although increasingly I come across it (thanks Victor Hugo I guess)—and as a piece of trivia Paul Gavarni's son Pierre, who painted as Pierre Gavarni, was awarded Chevalier de la Légion d'honneur for his actions during the war (I have no information about what he did).

"The Franco-Prussian War: Depicting defeat" is a fantastic series of blog posts that I've found, focused on art of the war. Émile Betsellère's L’Oublié (The Forgotten) is absolutely devastating.

(The artist's model for this painting was an actual soldier in the conflict who was injured and abandoned on the battlefield, Théodore Larran, who later married the nurse who saved his life.)

In the Trenches (1874), by Alphonse de Neuville. You look at scenes like this and all those people around the turn of the 20th century who said a huge war could NEVER happen again sound a hundred times more demented.