‘touching‘ shot by vassilis karidis for fantastic man, issue 30
In the club
Musée des Beaux Arts
by W. H. Auden
About suffering they were never wrong,
The old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position: how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Brueghel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
“In Vienna there are shadows. The city is black and everything is done by rote. I want to be alone. I want to go to the Bohemian Forest. May, June, July, August, September, October. I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds. I want to gaze with astonishment at moldy garden fences, I want to experience them all, to hear young birch plantations and trembling leaves, to see light and sun, enjoy wet, green-blue valleys in the evening, sense goldfish glinting, see white clouds building up in the sky, to speak to flowers. I want to look intently at grasses and pink people, old venerable churches, to know what little cathedrals say, to run without stopping along curving meadowy slopes across vast plains, kiss the earth and smell soft warm marshland flowers. And then I shall shape things so beautifully: fields of colour…”
— Egon Schiele, From his letter to Anton Peschka, 1910
This post is a joke, but the hands are really nice actually. Just enough.
The Last Supper, Leonardo da Vinci // Stranger Things 2, Chapter Six
Freddie imitates Life imitates Art
When you go to The Met (NYC) for the afternoon, open your backpack for security, notice that you still have your brother’s Christmas present with you, and realize that your afternoon is about to go from good to great!
I figured you’d all appreciate my fun.
BONUS:
Letter from cartoonist Alfred Joseph Frueh to his wife Giuliette Fanciulli, sent on Jan. 10th, 1913.
The letter opens up to form a model of a gallery hung with paintings. Frueh made this model to inform his wife about the details of a specific art gallery before her visit.
Etnia Barcelona SS18 Lookbook
The Spanish eyewear label delivers yet again an outstanding lookbook inspired by famous works of art. This season they recreated some of the most renowned pieces from Italian masters such as Rafael, Da Vinci and Caravaggio, featuring their SS18 frames.
This might be my favorite picture of an artist ever. This is everything I want to be.
