Someone in the notes of the last Leyendecker post I reblogged mentioned having difficulty telling his work and Rockwell’s apart, and I know from experience that many people get them confused, which is somewhat astonishing as, to my eyes, their styles are very distinct. Leyendecker was Rockwell’s idol and mentor, but they were very different people and were interested in portraying different aspects of humanity, even when the basic subject matter was the same.
Surface-level, here are some differences:
Leyendecker smoothed out faults and imperfections (in the young. he stylized them in the old); Rockwell exaggerated them to mild or moderate caricature
Leyendecker approached his paintings as sculpture- even the merest clothing folds are carved out of the paint; Rockwell approached his paintings as drawings- the underlying contour always shines through.
Leyendecker used broad hatching brushstrokes and areas of smooth shine; Rockwell used more naturalistic texture and lighting
Leyendecker created idolized, larger-than-life figures that feel Hellenistic in their perfection; Rockwell created intimate scenes populated by figures that feel familiar in their specificity
Leyendecker’s best and most comfortable work was as a fashion/lifestyle illustrator; Rockwell’s best and most comfortable work was as an editorial/humor illustrator
Leyendecker created beautiful still lives with his figures; Rockwell told compelling stories
Leyendecker often created erotic tension in his paintings; Rockwell almost never did.
See below: Two paintings of soldiers with women, but in Rockwell’s there is a clear punchline, and while the poses are contrived for the sake of composition, they’re not self-conscious. The women are pretty- as demanded by the central joke- but not truly sexualized anywhere but in the mind of the young soldier who is being overloaded with cake and attention.
Contrast Leyendecker’s soldiers with a young nurse. Everyone in this image is posing attractively- no one has their mouth full or ears sticking out. Each crease and fold is sharp and sculptural, and the light picks out their best features- in particular the shoulders and posterior of the soldier facing away from the viewer. There is neither joke nor story, merely a group of beautiful young people, portrayed with deft brushwork and graceful lines. (and check out that hatching! That’s indicator #1 that you’ve got a Leyendecker image)
Leyendecker was very comfortable with “hot young things wearing clothes”, and did them very VERY well, but his facility with idealization came at the cost of personalization, which was fine for fashion illustration, but shows in his domestic scenes:
Beautiful, but… cold. (Also, that hand on the left- who holds a baby with their hand like that??? Good lord, J.C.) Compare a Rockwell illustration (for a baby food brand, I believe) of a mother and baby: this is clearly a real and individual young mother and baby, interacting exactly how parents and babies really interact.
Even when they did basically the same content, and putting aside posing or composition or anything other than objective visual analysis, it’s still obvious who is who:
Red: NR’s smoother rendering vs JCL’s super cool hatching
Green: NR’s naturalistic cloth folds vs JCL’s sculptural stylization
Blue: NR’s natural lighting vs JCL’s world where everything is shiny
Now go forth, confident in the knowledge that you’ll never confuse a Rockwell or a Leyendecker ever again, and can refute any claim that their styles are ‘virtually identical’.
Please fire me. I’m a paediatric surgical assistant who had to repeatedly explain to a famous footballer that his child is going to have to wait for me to stitch up her finger. It is the middle of the night, there is nobody else available and I need to oversee a critically ill child going into surgery in order to stop them dying. The footballer in question then demanded to see my superior and my superior’s superior, all the while demanding “Do you know who I am?!” Yes sir, you’re a nasty man with an inflated ego whose kid has a boo-boo.
This is probably a super used AU, but it's great. High school AU. Maybe Tony and Bucky? Like the classic ones with Tony being the 'rich kid' and being misunderstood, then something happens and it changes? And Bucky? Somehow? Thanks!
Super used AU just means it’s so great, it can’t be retold often enough ;) That said, I think I kinda lost focus, but the premise of the AU stands, so I hope you’ll like it anyways!
“I’m perfectly fine, thank you for asking,” Tony says drolly without bothering to look up.
“Sure you are,” the sarcastic drawl finally makes Tony lift his aching head from where he’s been staring unseeingly at the tips of his shoes, and hello Hot Leatherjacket whom he’s been secretly crushing on for going on four months. This has the potential to become awkward very fast. “That’s why you’re sitting out here, two hours after school let out, in the rain, without a coat.”
Tony shrugs. All he wants is to be in his warm bed, a cup of Jarvis’ home-made cocoa on his bedside table and a notebook in his hands, and be left alone.
Apparently Unnecessary Questions doesn’t get the message though. “You waiting for someone?” he asks, shifts until he’s fully facing Tony, clearly intent on continuing this conversation for a while.
Tony just barely suppresses a sigh. He might have been thrilled on any other day, to finally get this guy’s–and how pathetic is it, that he doesn’t even know his name after four months of pining from afar?–attention but right now he just- doesn’t have it in him.
“For whom?” Shaggy Hair continues the interrogation.
“Parents.” Jarvis, technically. He’s learned early on though, that any reminder of his parents’ wealth won’t lead to anything good.
“Oh,” Blue Eyes sounds surprised–and completely unimpressed by Tony’s monosyllabic answers. “When are you meeting up with them?”
“One hour and 24 minutes ago.”
It’s unlike Jarvis to be late. On the other hand it’s very likely that his father has given Jarvis another task to handle and forgotten to make sure his only son would get home in the process. Usually that would have made Tony angry. Usually he would have started walking home or got himself a phone or something. But today–today had been a bad day and Tony is so tired.
Pretty Smile grimaces. “That sucks.”
A pause. Silence, except for the gentle pit-pat noise of the falling rain.
“Do you have a jacket?”
“Where is it?” Killer Jaw steps a little closer.
“Ah.” Another grimace. “They’re a bunch of irredeemable assholes.”
Had Tony been in a better condition, he would have commented on the team jacket the guy is wearing. Instead he settles for a pointed look.
Nice Muscles shrugs unapologetic. “I’m part of the team, doesn’t make me blind. Here, do you want my jacket?”
He’s already sliding out of it but Tony doesn’t make any attempt to reach it. He doesn’t want to.
“C’mon, man.” Is that worry? It sounds a little like worry, Tony absently thinks. “You’re shaking, you can’t tell me you’re not freezing.” Uncharacteristic Footballer takes on of Tony’s hands, winces. “Fuck, you’re cold. C’mere.”
Something warm–jacket–is draped over Tony’s shoulders. It’s kind of nice.
“See, that’s better, isn’t it?” Sad Smile asks him, and yeah, it really is. “I’m gonna pull you up now, alright? We really need to get you out of the rain. On three, one, two, three.”
Tony is pulled up all right. It’s a little hard to stay standing, his legs are trembling and uncomfortably stiff, but Wannabe Hero has a tight grip around Tony’s waist and keeps them both upright. Tony leans his head against the closest shoulder. It’s not very comfortable, with the up and down movements during every step, but it’s still kind of nice.
“Here we are,” Knight In Shabby Leatherjacket mutters eventually, props Tony up against–the side of a car? The world kind of slips sideways a little, and he doesn’t even realise he’s falling until a strong grip around his upper arms pulls him up again. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t do that!” Terribly Worn Down Boots scolds, “keep those pretty eyes open for me, will you? I need you to tell me where to go, hey!”
Tony blinks up at Really Blue Eyes lethargically, which for some reason earns him a bright smile. “There you are.” He’s being shifted and moved again, until he’s finally sitting–passenger seat. It is surprisingly comfortable.
Helpful Not Quite Stranger helps him put on a seatbelt, which is nice. Tony isn’t sure he could have done it on his own. His fingers are very numb.
“Hey there,” Possibly A Kidnapper murmurs, a warm hand carefully tilting Tony’s head up. “I’m gonna drive you home, alright?” he asks, adds with a twist of lips, “probably get banned by your parents too because I have a couple of words for them and they aren’t fuckin’ nice. But for that to happen I need you to tell me where you live, alright?”
Okay. Tony can do that. He rattles down his address and though his voice is shot to hell, Gentle Hands seems to understand him, what with his raised eyebrows and the whistling and the “Damn, hope nobody’s gonna call the cops on me when I show up there in this wreck of a car,” that causes Tony to flinch.
“Joking, I’m just joking!” Comforting Voice insists immediately. Tony tries to ascertain his truthfulness but it’s hard to focus, so he just ends up relaxing back into his seat again.
“I’m James by the way, but my friends call me Bucky.”
Tony isn’t sure what that means.
“It means I’d like you to call me Bucky,” Warm Chuckle tells him with an amused but genuine grin and leans forward to turn up the heat.
[Aka The Story Of How Bucky And Tony Became Friends (And Later Something More)
Aka The Story Of How Bucky Was Banned From The Stark Mansion (And Earned The Standing Approval Of Jarvis)]
I've got a soft spot for Steve recovering pieces of his past. Imagine some great grand cousins on the Rogers side contacting Steve, showing him pictures of his father, to see if that's really who they think it is?
Tony had told him not to
go, because it’s the twenty-first
century, Cap. Anyone can seem like they’re honest. It’s a scam.
Steve had gone.
(Natasha had handed him a
manila folder without a word and Steve hadn’t needed it, was going to go
anyway, because he’d known the man
was honest, he didn’t need Natasha’s background-check-ancestry.com-spy-skills
to prove it.)
They met in a café, small
and out of the way. The man was reserved,
with an average build, but he had a wry quirk to his mouth, the same square to
His name was Joseph (call
me Joe) and they muscled through stilted small talk for several minutes before
Joe caved (Steve never said he was always
the brave one).
“I brought –I thought you
might like to see these. It’s why I
tried to contact you in the first place.”
Joe produced an envelope with a handful of black and white pictures in
them, edges worn but lovingly kept. “I
think we’re…” Joe paused. “…cousins.”
Steve sifted through them
carefully: a man in a military uniform with a serious set to his mouth,
sporting the jaw that Steve and Joe seemed to have inherited; the same man and
a woman smiling, the man in his uniform and a slight woman –a slight –Steve’s mother- in a white dress.
“That – that’s my
mother.” Steve set the third picture
down carefully. “Where did you get these?”
The ghost of a smile was
hovering on Joe’s lips. “My mother. Her grandmother had a brother that died
young, in the First World War. I didn’t
think much of it until I saw-“
“Yeah.” Joe smiled. “I just thought,” he motioned to his face,
“there’s some similarities and what they had on your family, it wasn’t much,
but it looked like the woman in the wedding pictures.” He shrugged.
“I thought it’d be worth a shot.”
Steve smiled. “I’m glad you did. I didn’t realize I had any family. It was always Ma and me, and then…just me.”
Something shifted in Joe’s
face that Steve recognized as what Sam called his Stubborn Ass Resolve
“Look, I know you probably
have plans or invitations, but my wife and I host Thanksgiving every year. We always have room for more family.”
Steve sipped his coffee in
an effort to distract from the itch in his eyes and be sure his voice would
hi! top 10 moments the world was certain yuri plisetsky was adopted by katsuki yuuri and viktor nikiforov maybe?
Top 10 Moments The World Was Certain Yuri Plisetsky Was Adopted By Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov:
10) The time when Viktor and Yuuri picked Yurio up after he
went to Moscow to see his Grandpa to take him back to St Petersburg and Yurio’s
grandpa was very grateful to them for making sure his Yurochka got back safely
and the internet was like ‘his grandpa approves of them which means they have
all been adopted into the family’
9) A picture on Viktor’s Instagram of Yurio’s cat and their
new puppy playing together captioned ‘the family are all getting along well’
8) A picture on Yurio’s Instagram which was a selfie of him
trying to practice while Viktor and Yuuri were making out on the ice at the
Russian rink captioned ‘I hate my life’ and everyone was like ‘well no-one
likes to see their parents doing PDA so fair enough’
7) A point when a reporter was invited to the Russian rink
to see how the skaters trained and saw Yuuri giving Yurio a lunchbox full of
homemade food because ‘eating is important for someone your age and you can’t
keep on skipping lunch to practice’
6) A picture on Yurio’s Instagram of a bowel of Katsudon
captioned ‘Katsudon is the best’ and since his preferred name for Yuuri was
very well known all the comments were like ‘which Katsudon are you talking
about, the food or your favourite parent?’
5) The multiple times, after both Yuuri and Viktor were eventually
retired, where they showed up to Yurio’s competitions with a banner with his
name on it and acted like the classic most embarrassing parents-at-their-kids-football-game
that anyone had ever seen and the internet loved it
4) A point where during a video clip someone caught Yurio
yelling ‘you’re not my dad’ at Viktor and Yuuri and everyone collectively decided
that they were and he was just in denial
3) A time really early on in Viktor and Yuuri’s relationship
when all 3 were competing and everyone though it was going to be really bitter between
them and Yurio but instead they were both cheering him on from the side-lines
like in episode 8
2) At Viktor and Yuuri’s wedding where they tossed the
bouquet and Yurio accidentally caught it, looked absolutely horrified and
chucked it away immediately while yelling at them both
1) During one of the World Championships when Yurio had to
skate on his birthday, Viktor and Yuuri surprised him at the end of his free
skate by giving him his present there and then even though he had thought
everyone had ignored his birthday in favour of the competition. Their present to
him was a new kitten and it was the only time anyone in the world ever saw
Yurio looking like he was about to cry, even though he vehemently denied it
He knew in the seconds after sending Sana a Facebook message mentioning that he wasn’t Muslim. Maybe he even fucked up before that- maybe he fucked up when he started seeing her as more than just Elias’s baby sister. Maybe that’s when this all started. But now, as he lay in bed, glitter underneath his finger nails from today’s kindergarten projects and yet another text message to Sana going unread, Yousef can without a doubt say that he fucked up.
It was too soon. Yousef thought that maybe he and Sana had built enough of a base, enough of a starting point, that his lack of religion could be overlooked. Or at the very least worked with.
But that was so so stupid because he knows how firm Sana is in her beliefs and maybe no amount of his careful planning or their banter could have stopped this moment.
So here he lays with the weight of crumbling dreams heavy on his chest. (bye bye 12 kid football teams and-)
His phone vibrates on his chest and Yousef thinks maybe-
But it’s Elias with a simple come over and chill tonight?
He sighs and darkens his phone without response. He can’t be there right now- he doesn’t want to make Sana any more uncomfortable than he already has. Invading her safe space is a no-go.
But he wants someone to talk to. Which is funny because he’s always been kind of a man of few words. But right now, he desperately wants someone who will listen patiently and offer their best advice. Someone who would have no problem being quiet while Yousef tried to give voice to the feelings that had been building his his chest for months and the despair now that he knows they won’t be returned.
He wants his best friend.
He fucking wants Even.
Yousef flicks his phone back on and scrolls, down past the myriad of messaage threads he’s been a part of in the last year, down to the last message he had with Even almost a year ago.
I’m so sorry.
Yousef hadn’t responded. And it’d be too late to now.
Would it be too violent to throw his phone across the room?
He doesn’t but he does drop it on the floor beside him, burying his face in pillows and deciding to sleep off the weight of the night.
mikael, once again, is the most visible in the balloon squad, right next to yousef, dressed the same (adam has a white top too but his back is to us and we barely see him)
carrots are phallic
we have a gentle clash of generations with sana and her mother followed by a radio show talking about extremists (if i’m not mistaken?) so it’s showing us, in a very short time again, a lot of different opinions within islam
yousef coming into the kitchen with the song and the moment he passed behind sana had me think this was a daydream/fantasy sequence for a minute: the way time seems to slow down when he passes behind her (i had to make sure it wasn’t another slow-mo, but no, they just made yousef physically slow down and sana almost stop moving, it’s “just” the acting) + the music
on a side note: people have compared the moment when yousef passes behind sana to the almost kiss between even and isak in s3: the tension is there in both, but in s3 even and isak are facing each other. here, yousef and sana are not and i think that’s important
the parallels with the kardemomme clip were so blatant everyone picked up on them immediately. there are a bunch of giffed comparisons on tumblr. yes SKAM likes its parallels. but it doesn’t do copies. copies are boring and SKAM is a clever show. at this point, it’s not paralleling evak anymore it’s copying it and that should make us all suspicious.
the talk about kids and football, to me, could be another play on our expectations. again, it’s so cliche and straight. we get a wedding mentioned, “my husband will cook”, talks of kids, and football. it’s very heteronormative and i think that could be a good tool for julie for whatever she has planned if yousana isn’t endgame. it’s playing with what we’re used to seeing: straight couples talking marriage and how many children they want and football practice.
the evak storyline ended with them being happy together but for the longest time people thought even was playing isak, that the love was unrequited. so them ending up together was not as obvious and straightforward at the time. it was really not obvious to a lot of viewers.
but here, because people now know to look for parallels in SKAM and are familiar with some writing tricks, a lot of folks see the paralells with evak as a confirmation yousana is headed to the same ending. “they love each other, it’s blatant, they’re going to end up happy together!” my, and other people’s, point is not “just” that they’re “too obviously” perfect for each other. it’s that the seemingly requited love is set up extremely soon, with nothing obvious making us doubt it (like even revealing he’s dating sonja at the end of s3e2), and very blatantly paralleling famous early evak scenes.
the way elias comes in is making me 👀👀👀; @darker-sooner is the one who made me notice that the way he interrupts is…first he comes in looking for yousef and asks him why he is still in the kitchen with this kind of fake casual look (also why would he notice and worry enough to come and look for him when it’s only been a couple of minutes?) and then yousef’s voice gets a bit quiet while he says he was helping sana and elias’ smile seems to falter and he changes the topic and says that the guys are waiting for him (for what? they were just playing ball?)
and so now i’m not sure what to think but remember that everything in a good story must serve a purpose. why this whole exchange between yousef and elias if we just needed elias to interrupt the yousana moment and nothing else? what informations this is giving us?
and now i’m thinking about when sana caught yousef dancing and he and elias thought they were alone in the house, and how when elias said flammemoji in the youtube vid the emojis went from him to yousef and…idk