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Woman Knitting Sock Outdoors, Gertrude Käsebier (1852–1934), American, Museum of Fine Arts Boston
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Rita Hayworth
“You can preserve things but make something different with them. It’s not because we want to repeat things. We want to design new things but to employ the tradition and craftsmanship of the past. We’re not creating museums!”
-Karl Lagerfeld. Read how Chanel is ushering in a new era by saving some venerable artisanal workshops.
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Fra Bartolomeo, Deposition, c. 1515
Epitaph
When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.
Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on your eyes
And not on your mind.
You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting
Bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.
Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away.
- Merritt Malloy
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Noticing this morning’s reblog from Humans of New York, our producer Phyllis Myers was reminded of this poem, which is a favorite of hers, and it’s so lovely I wanted to pass it along to the rest of you.
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Paul Sérusier, The Youth of Queen Anne, c. 1904
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