Buried under a stone.

Found this text from this page, which is about famous authors that had their books initially rejected. Since I love everything Lolita-related, I really loved this comment:


“I recommend that it be buried under a stone for a thousand years.” Shunned by all the major publishers, the author goes to France and lands a deal with Olympia Press. The first 5000 copies quickly sell out. But the author Vladimir Nabokov now sees his novel, Lolita, published by all those that initially turned it down, with combined sales of 50 million.

a softer world

Jugend

One of my favourite genres when it comes to furniture and other random paraphernalia, is jugend. I love the frames, the jewellery, the mirrors, the lamps... almost everything!
A few months ago I found this beautiful frame on an auction site. It was too expensive for me, unfortunately, but it was alas gorgeous.

Spike-a-thon!

I finished watching Buffy a few weeks ago, and while my squealing and fangirling posts didn't get made in time (for my obsession to subside), I did save a few pictures of my darling Spike.
So here ya go. Spike-a-thon!

Random pictures from my desktop

This is why I fear space and love the universe

The Sagan Series - The Pale Blue Dot

This summer I picked up a random book from a bookshelf long forgotten because of sporadic visits. It was Carl Sagan's Contact. I fell in love, and it is now one of my favourite books. And just now, I came across this video. I still love him, Mr Sagan, because of his excellent way of describing the infinite notion that is space.
And also because Sagan in swedish means "The Tale".

Artemisia Gentileschi

Hello everyone!
It's Linda, the forever eluding presence on this blog. I come to you today in order to present something, or someone, or rather the creations of that someone. I recently finished Anna Banti's novel 'Artemisia' for one of my university courses. It was a novel that transferred me into a strange place where different voices meshed together, where charismatic personalities wouldn't let go of either me or the author. I felt like I knew Anna Banti's Artemisia. I felt like I was her, or maybe I was Anna Banti. Maybe both. I was transfixed, enchanted, I felt like the voices in the book were echoing my own voice. Yeah, I'll stop now. It doesn't make sense, I know, but it certainly is a book that engages.
Anyway, I'm not here to write about the novel, I'm here to introduce you the Artemisia Gentileschi. One of the classic painters. She breathed injustice, female power and beauty into her art.

Ladies and gentlemen, the art of Artemisia Gentileschi:

 Giaele e Sisara

Cleopatra

 Her most famous one perhaps: Judith slaying Holofernes

Cleopatra again

Aurora

Susanna and the Elders

Self portrait

I'm in love with her voluptuous shapes, her intense settings and use of colours. There is so much expression within her paintings, they are often seductive, dark and almost dangerous. I absolutely love her art. And her.

If you're interested, you can buy Anna Banti's novel about Artemisia here (although Amazon are horrible tax avoiders, so maybe look in a nice second hand book shop instead).

I've always wanted to have one of these to curl up in and read a book

I like old furniture. Especially when they come in velvet fabric. I really, really like them when they are free.
I was cruising around Blocket (which is the swedish version of Craigslist), and found this:

They were giving it away, saying they didn't have room for it. Even better, they lived one stop with the tram from me. Even more awesome, it was light, so it wasn't hard to get it home to my apartment. It might look bigger in the picture, but it is the perfect size for someone who has a small apartment.
I love everything about it, and I can't believe my luck.


Do you like this kind of furniture?

One Month of Living Without - Snoozing - Week 1

So it has now been one week since I started this challenge. Its outcome has been rather like a roller-coaster. One day I wake up at 6 in the morning. The next 8. After that, 12.

It's like my brain is telling me, after a few days of waking up too early, "Now you need to get those hours back".

And now I'm back on waking up too early. I woke up at 5 in the morning.

I just don't get this. Why aren't you cooperating, brain?