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Cafe De Flore speaks of love, its joys, its pains and its dramas - to love and to lose. This story upset me, I was upside-down, in the depths of myself.
O blessed bounty, giving ail content!
The only fautress of all noble arts
That lend'st success to every good intent.
A grace that rests in the most godlike hearts,
By heav'n to none but happy souls infus'd
Pity it is, that e'er thou wast abus'd.
Veni, vidi, flevi.
I came. I saw. I cried.
You'll never call him Fifi again.
A French woman is a perfect architect in dress: she never, with Gothic ignorance, mixes the orders; she never tricks out a snobby Doric shape with Corinthian finery; or, to speak without metaphor, she conforms to general fashion only when it happens not to be repugnant to private beauty.
L'art
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
The climax of absurdity to which art may be carried when led away from nature by fashion, may be best seen in the works of Boucher ...
Florentino Ariza, on the other hand, had not stopped thinking of
her for a single moment since Fermina Daza had rejected him out of
hand after a long and troubled love affair fifty-one years, nine months,
and four days ago.
La Closerie, in Ansouis.
Falyse opened and closed her mouth, which made her look like some especially stupid fish.
Roberto Cavalli is a great designer. The Just Cavalli brand is very sexy, young and cool. Each collection is very contemporary and colourful; it is clearly for the younger generation who wants to have a trendy look. It's the first fragrance that I have ever done, so it's a huge honour!
Oh, for shame! Nancy, have you never seen Florrie's face in a chrysanthemum, or a rose?'
'Never.' I said. 'Though there was a flounder for sale on a fishmonger's barrow, in Whitechapel yesterday, and the likeness was quite uncanny. I very nearly brought it home ...
corn maque choux. He
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
A forte always makes a foible.
Le ... feb ... vre ... Ah, yes. You purse your lips as though you were going to kiss some lucky gentleman. Lefebvre.
Something is always wanting to incomplete fortune.
[Lat., Curtae nescio quid semper abest rei.]
Quo Fas et Gloria Ducunt (Whither right and glory lead)
Futurism eventually got marred by its link to Fascism, but early on, it was totally avant-garde, and I wanted to dream a phantom link from the early futurists to the politically radical Italy of the 1970s, a time of fun, play, subversion - if also violence and mayhem.
Bolshoi ... A mother's life, one long errand. One enormous chore.
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
DeFrees, a dealer in nineteenth-century watercolors who for all her stiff clothes and strong perfumes was a hugger and a cuddler, with the old-ladyish habit of liking
There weren't so many transvestite prostitutes in Oaxaca in those days; Flor really stood out, and not only because she was tall. She was almost beautiful; what was beautiful about her truly wasn't affected by the softest-looking trace of a mustache on her upper lip, though Lupe noticed it.
And if what they say is true
if every great painting is really a self-portrait
what, if anything, is Fabritius saying about himself?
Marie Laurencin.
Concurring hands divide
flax for damask
that when bleached by Irish weather
has the silvered chamois-leather
water-tightness of a
skin.
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
Florentine cuisine is surely something worth discovering. I believe I learned a lot about Florentine culture and traditions from observing how they live their relationship with food.
I don't mind a big fascinator. I think there is more scope for artwork in a fascinator rather than a hat.
Beautee eneuch to mak a world to dote.
The modern painter ... is an excellent couturier
Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:
Illegitimis nil carborundum.
Farewell Gaultier!! Preteporte will miss you! 4 ever
Fie, fie, fond love, thou art so full of fear
As one with treasure laden, hemm'd with thieves;
Trifles, unwitnessed with eye or ear,
Thy coward heart with false bethinking grieves.
Here comes Monseiur Le Beau.
Rosalind: With his mouth full of news.
Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.
Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed.
Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
Il faut e pater le bourgeois. One must astound the bourgeois.
The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.
When that Aprille with his shoures sote.
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertue engendred is the flour.
He was the antithesis of the gaudy mafiosi
The ladies of Italy, seemingly carefree, wore constructions of iron beneath their silks. It took infinite patience, not just in negotiation, to get them of of their clothes.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
With flamenco I was transported into a world where everyone is beautiful, because beauty is in everything, the glorious and the ugly; because flamenco celebrates living, through the cries of pain and the cries of joy, the symmetry of a young face and the character of an old face.
O the wind is a faun in the spring time
When the ways are green for the tread of the May!
List! hark his lay!
Whist! mark his play!
T-r-r-r-l!
Hear how gay!
How many of us have been first attracted to reason, first learned to think, to draw conclusions, to extract a moral from the follies of life, by some dazzling aphorism from Rochefoucauld or La Bruyere.
Fratricide in a single fit of pique, project the garden now.
Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, that is enough!" Colm roared. (...)
Inej cocked her head to one side. "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?"
"Shut up," said Jesper. "It's a family name."
Inej made a solemn bow. "Whatever you say, Llewellyn.
I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home! Le avventure di Pinocchio
Fiammetta, whose wavy tresses fell in a flood of gold over her white and delicate shoulders
Great French design is often about unexpected touches.
lagophthalmos - a
Perdonare
"Forgive Yourself)
At Ungaro, I discovered the flou and the language of Paris.
Ici le fashion police. How can I enhance your fabulousness
Our fashion for us, it's an expression; first of all of life, I put all of myself in my fashion. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, but this is a mirror, an expression about Domenico and Stefano. It's not just a profession: it's a person with a lot of personality.
Artists show us what we blind to.
Baris Gencel
Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.
The perennial wonder of Venice is to peer at herself in her canals and find that she exists-incredible as it seems. It is the same reassurance that a looking-glass offers us: the guarantee that we are real.
Nothing but beauty and douceur
I must confess I am a fop in my heart; ill customs influence my very senses, and I have been so used to affectation that without the help of the air of the court what is natural cannot touch me.
French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.
Regardless of the faps in years, place and circumstance, women across the ages have had to negotiate the borders of their identities; in this, we find a common ground.
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
To be gripped by Foteini's calloused, rustic hand felt like being lovingly embraced by a 1,000 year old olive tree. For the first time since I arrived I felt the outer layer of my foreignness begin to peel away, just a tiny bit.
The gods my protectors.
[Lat., Di me tuentur.]
An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.
...Traduttore, traditore.
Froi didn't know where home was anymore. He wanted to return to Lumatere, and he wanted to stay in Charyn. What strangeness was that? To belong in two kingdoms. He felt a sob rise within him that he swallowed hard the moment he felt Lirah and Gargarin at his shoulders.
Pulque - lightning nectar for the Gods.
porcini-asparagus
Florentino Ariza was awake most of the night, thinking that he heard the voice of Fermina Daza in the fresh river breeze, ministering to his solitude with her memory, hearing her sing in the respiration of the boat as it moved like a great animal in the darkness.
To live in Venice is like being domesticated in the heart of an opal.
The lovers of beauty must unite in a league, and carry out some great propagandist work through the country. They must demand the extermination of the bulldog and the dismantling of the cheap villa, both of which are responsible for a deal of our contentment amid ugliness.
Mont Blanc confronted us, dazzling, immense, cut sharp out of the bue sky; more prosterous than the most baroque wedding cake, more convincing than the best photograph. It fairly took my breath away. It made me want to laugh.
Che bella donna! Dove vai?" Beautiful woman, where are you going?
Fodor's Choice | The Ledbury.
Fangtasia, where all your bloody dreams come true,' said a bored female voice.
'Pam. Listen.'
'The phone is pressed to my ear. Speak.'
'Appius Livius Ocella just dropped in.'
'Fuck a zombie!
Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want.
They make their fortune who are stout and wise,
Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.
[Lat., Che sovente addivien che'l saggio e'l forte.
Fabro a se stesso e di beata sorte.]
Dei sub numine viget, Under God's power she flourishes
Muzeul Gustave Moreau,
This is beautiful." Eugenie ran her fingers along a massive mahogany sideboard, on the top of which rested a red velvet sash with fine embroidery on it and, on top of the sash, a silver dagger. That little vignette was Jean Lafitte in a nutshell. Refined gentleman and renegade. Velvet and violence.
Flower is breathed in its height. (Fleur se respire - Dans sa hauteur.)
Foucault's was a seductive image, one that helped to make him famous and to attract legions of disciples. But for all that, it remains a late 20th-century ideological construct, one with little or no contemporary relevance or resonance in the societies it purports to describe.
Cavalli is all about being a strong woman - being sexy and powerful. Which is how we'd like to feel, all of the time! The clothes are very strong and sexy - quite Amazonian. And you feel like that yourself when you're wearing the clothes.
Roberto Donna is a great Italian chef.
Fashion: by which what is really fantastic becomes for a moment the universal.
Horses are the brand value of 'Wertheimer Freres.'
Par exemple! I never had to ask. You were always there under my feet, like a troublesome cat." "You mean like an adoring dog. And just as soon as Ratignolle appeared on the scene, then it WAS like a dog. 'Passez! Adieu! Allez vous-en!
I am working with the enthusiasm of a man from Marseilles eating bouillabaisse, which shouldn't come as a surprise to you because I am busy painting huge sunflowers.
Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque recurret
et mala perrumpet furtim fastidia victrix.
(Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, she'll come right back,
Victorious over your ignorant confident scorn.)
Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain.
Fee-fi-fo-fum -
Now I'm borrowed.
Now I'm numb.
Casildea de Vandalia, the rawest and best
Frances is a diamond, passed from filthy paw to paw but never diminished. The men who handle her can leave no mark because her worth is far above them. (page 361)
In the literature of France Moliere occupies the same kind of position as Cervantes in that of Spain, Dante in that of Italy, and Shakespeare in that of England. His glory is more than national - it is universal.
You are like the winged goddess from Greek mythology. As beautiful and soaring like an angel as her". #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!