Marpessa Hennink For Valentino RTW SS 1989

The terrible tomes of H. P. Lovecraft, as designed for “The Doom that Came to Atlantic City” by Lee Moyer.

Worth gowns, ca. 1900

i feel like i made myself up

Where is everybody? José Manuel Ballester

National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C.

Psyche Opening the Door into Cupid’s Garden 1904

Psyche Opening the Golden Box 1903

By John William Waterhouse

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to to the person holding it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead - you first,” “I like your hat.”

- Danusha Laméris, “Small Kindnesses"