Leopard-framed sunglasses, am fond of it.
Rembrandt, The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp, 1632
This is Rembrandt’s first group portrait, commissioned by Dr. Tulp and his associates (the two figures on the left were probably added later). The cadavers used for medical dissections (of which there were one or two a year in Leiden) were always criminals; this specific one was put to death by hanging, and Rembrandt cleverly hides the rope marks by elevating the chest to hide the neck. As anyone versed in the principles of dissection would know, dissections normally begin with the abdomen; in this case, Dr. Tulp specifically requested that Rembrandt focus on the hands of the cadaver first, because Dr. Tulp was known for giving lectures on the thing that distinguished humans from other creatures: their hands. Although Rembrandt is not the best anatomical painter (his proportions are a little off), most of the figures depicted in this painting were satisfied with their renderings.
PACK MY LUGGAGE AND DRIVE TO JOGJA AGAIN! ME AND SISTER ARE GONNA BE REUNITED WITH BROTHER! I HAVE NO CLEAN SCANTIES LEFT! MY LAPTOP IS STILL IN ITS PERIOD! DOOM!
BUT THIS WEEK HAS TO BE MENTAL!
My laptop keyboard automatically types slash bars and can’t get rid of them.
Can’t even type password to log in.
I’m screwed.
Buenos Dias.
First look at Toby Jones as Alfred Hitchcock in The Girl
The first image of Toby Jones as Alfred Hitchcock has gone online, featuring Sienna Miller as The Birds star Tippi Hedren. The image comes from an upcoming biopic to be screened on BBC2, entitled The Girl…
Pieter Bruegel the Elder, Misanthrope, 1568
A woman was gossiping with her friend about a man whom they hardly knew - I know none of you have ever done this. That night, she had a dream: a great hand appeared over her and pointed down on her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession. She got the old parish priest, Father O’ Rourke, and she told him the whole thing. ‘Is gossiping a sin?’ she asked the old man. ‘Was that God All Mighty’s hand pointing down at me? Should I ask for your absolution? Father, have I done something wrong?’ ‘Yes,’ Father O’ Rourke answered her. ‘Yes, you ignorant, badly-brought-up female. You have blamed false witness on your neighbor. You played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed.’ So, the woman said she was sorry, and asked for forgiveness. ‘Not so fast,’ says O’ Rourke. ‘I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me.’ So, the woman went home: took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed. ‘Did you gut the pillow with a knife?’ he says. ‘Yes, Father.’ ‘And what were the results?’ ‘Feathers,’ she said. ‘Feathers?’ he repeated. ‘Feathers; everywhere, Father.’ ‘Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out onto the wind,’ ‘Well,’ she said, ‘it can’t be done. I don’t know where they went. The wind took them all over.’ ‘And that,’ said Father O’ Rourke, ‘is gossip!’
Father Flynn
Doubt (2008)
