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Welcome to my blog :)
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Bio: Kate. 22. Writer. Singer. Painter. Designer.
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Music: RAMMSTEIN. OOMPH! Thirty Seconds To Mars. My Chemical Romance. Deftones. Nine Inch Nails.
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The member of Echelon since 01/30/2009
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The member of MCRmy and Killjoy since March 2012. Name - Static Bunny
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The member of LIFAD since 09/19/2012
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MARS shows:
03/14/2010;
12/10/2010;
07/13/2011;
06/05/2013;
06/06/2013;
07/13/2013;
07/14/2013
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RAMMSTEIN shows:
07/07/2013;
07/09/2013;
07/11/2013
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OOMPH! shows:
10/18/2013
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Twitter: @KateRuoff
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Facebook: Kate Ruoff
April 16, 2014
hadrian6:

Blackness.   Roberto Ferri. Italian b.1978. drawing.
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hadrian6:

Blackness.   Roberto Ferri. Italian b.1978. drawing.

http://hadrian6.tumblr.com

hadrian6:

St.Sebastian. Roberto Ferri. Italian b.1978.
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hadrian6:

St.Sebastian. Roberto Ferri. Italian b.1978.

http://hadrian6.tumblr.com

razorshapes:

Vasantha Yogananthan - La Traversée

(via caravaggista)

April 15, 2014

italianartsociety:

Leonardo da Vinci was born on this day in 1452. The world-renowned polymath excelled as a painter, sculptor, architect, designer, theorist, engineer, and scientist, though he was often more interested in the design and exploratory phases of his work than bringing them to completion. Widely recognized as the father of the High Renaissance, even though he was of the same generation as Sandro Botticelli (1445-1510), Domenico Ghirlandaio (1449-94), and Filippino Lippi (1457-1504), rather than Michelangelo (1475-1564) or Raphael (1483-1520). Though Leonardo famously didn’t complete a number of major commissions, those that he did are today some of the most recognizable images of the Italian Renaissance.

Drapery Study, 1470-84, brush and grey distemper on grey canvas, Musée du Louvre, Paris

Adoration of the Magi, 1481-82, oil on panel, Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence

Portrait of Cecilia Gallerani (Lady with an Ermine), 1483-90, oil on wood, Czartoryski Museum, Cracow

Mona Lisa, 1503-5, oil on panel, Musée du Louvre, Paris

Last Supper, 1495-98, mural, refectory, Santa Maria delle Grazie, Milan

Study of St Anne, Mary, the Christ Child and the young St John, 1501-06, lead pencil, pen and ink on paper, Gallerie dell’Accademia, Venice

Vitruvian Man, 1492. pen, ink, watercolour and metalpoint on paper, Gallerie dell’Accademia, Venice

Study for the Sforza monument, 1488-89, metalpoint on bluish prepared paper, Royal Library, Windsor

(via rev-artistry)

leonardian:

Leonardo da VinciRed Chalk on paper | ca. 1512attributed to Francesco Melzi
562 years ago today, Leonardo was born in Anchiano, a tiny settlement outside of Vinci, and it was recorded by his grandfather Antonio da Vinci:
"1452. There was born to me a grandson, the son of Ser Piero my son, on the 15th day of April, a Saturday, at the 3rd hour [10.30pm] of the night. He bears the name Lionardo."
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEONARDO!

leonardian:

Leonardo da Vinci
Red Chalk on paper | ca. 1512
attributed to Francesco Melzi

562 years ago today, Leonardo was born in Anchiano, a tiny settlement outside of Vinci, and it was recorded by his grandfather Antonio da Vinci:

"1452. There was born to me a grandson, the son of Ser Piero my son, on the 15th day of April, a Saturday, at the 3rd hour [10.30pm] of the night. He bears the name Lionardo."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEONARDO!

April 13, 2014

Da Vinci’s Demons favorite scenes.Mockery.

Da Vinci’s Demons favorite scenes.
Mockery.

(Source: tanyaquin, via blake-ritson-love)

blake-ritson-love:

"How to survive when grace fails"

Blake Ritson as Count Riario in season 2 of Da Vinci’s Demons - episode 4 - The Ends of the Earh. 256 screencaps under the link.

love-hugs-androckand-roll:

That smile

love-hugs-androckand-roll:

That smile

(via blake-ritson-love)

forsakenwitchery:

Riario rocking the long hair. This is like super important, so I had to make this gifset. xD

(via blake-ritson-love)

April 9, 2014
fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Prince William of Gloucester

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Prince William of Gloucester

(Source: theborgiasita, via blake-ritson-love)

ART HISTORY MEME || [2/2] museums: Vatican Museums - Vatican City, Italy

(via titians-ambition)

arthistorianmindswirls:

William Russel Flint, La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,     Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither’d from the lake,     And no birds sing.
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,     So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full,     And the harvest’s done.
I see a lily on thy brow,     With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose     Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads     Full beautiful, a faery’s child; Her hair was long, her foot was light,     And her eyes were wild.
I set her on my pacing steed,     And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean, and sing     A faery’s song.
I made a garland for her head,     And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look’d at me as she did love,     And made sweet moan.
She found me roots of relish sweet,     And honey wild, and manna dew; And sure in language strange she said,     I love thee true.
She took me to her elfin grot,     And there she gaz’d and sighed deep, And there I shut her wild sad eyes—     So kiss’d to sleep.
And there we slumber’d on the moss,     And there I dream’d, ah woe betide, The latest dream I ever dream’d     On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings, and princes too,     Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cry’d - “La belle Dame sans merci     Hath thee in thrall!”
I saw their starv’d lips in the gloam     With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke, and found me here     On the cold hill side.
And this is why I sojourn here     Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,     And no birds sing. 

-John Keats

arthistorianmindswirls:

William Russel Flint, La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, 
    Alone and palely loitering; 
The sedge is wither’d from the lake, 
    And no birds sing.

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, 
    So haggard and so woe-begone? 
The squirrel’s granary is full, 
    And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow, 
    With anguish moist and fever dew; 
And on thy cheek a fading rose 
    Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads 
    Full beautiful, a faery’s child; 
Her hair was long, her foot was light, 
    And her eyes were wild.

I set her on my pacing steed, 
    And nothing else saw all day long; 
For sideways would she lean, and sing 
    A faery’s song.

I made a garland for her head, 
    And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; 
She look’d at me as she did love, 
    And made sweet moan.

She found me roots of relish sweet, 
    And honey wild, and manna dew; 
And sure in language strange she said, 
    I love thee true.

She took me to her elfin grot, 
    And there she gaz’d and sighed deep, 
And there I shut her wild sad eyes— 
    So kiss’d to sleep.

And there we slumber’d on the moss, 
    And there I dream’d, ah woe betide, 
The latest dream I ever dream’d 
    On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too, 
    Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; 
Who cry’d - “La belle Dame sans merci 
    Hath thee in thrall!”

I saw their starv’d lips in the gloam 
    With horrid warning gaped wide, 
And I awoke, and found me here 
    On the cold hill side.

And this is why I sojourn here 
    Alone and palely loitering, 
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake, 
    And no birds sing. 

-John Keats

(via titians-ambition)

February 26, 2014
breathtakingdestinations:

Venice - Italy (von ljology)

breathtakingdestinations:

Venice - Italy (von ljology)

sk-eptic:


~ vertical vintage/nature ~

sk-eptic:

~ vertical vintage/nature ~