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Empress Alexandra Fyodorovna of Russia, consort of Nicholas I

…Emperor Nicholas, when still a Grand Duke, married in 1817 a daugher of … Frederick William III. of Prussia. This charming and cultured Princes, the beautiful daughter of a beautiful mother, lived to exercise and influence on Russian society of ehich it is not too much say that the effects are still making themselves felt. In a country only just awakening out of a long barbaric slumber, in which the srts and humanities were yet in their first infancy, she was the centre of sweetness and light. By her love of music and fine arts she did much to kindle and develop those dormant artistic qualities latent in all Slavonic races, which, in the case of Russia, have grown so generously and luxuriantly, creating schools of music, painting, and literature peculiarly national, and destined to excite the admiration and emulation of the rest of the world. Moreover, she set an example of happy domesticity such as had not as yet been given to any Russian Empress or even Grand Duchess to exhibit, the Empress Marie, wife of Paul, not excepted. Her biographer and faithful servant, A. Th. von Grimm, says without exaggeration that “she was the soul of the Imperial house and society, and her example, though quiet and almost imperceptible, yet powerfully influencedthe tone and ennobled the spirit of society in the capital.”

E.A. Brayliney Hodgetts: The Court of Russia in the Nineteenth Century (published in 1908)

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A Lady, with Brown Hair Curling Luxuriantly

I find something so incredibly telling about these 2 shots. Regardless of the look on her face, I want to focus for a moment on her hair. 

There’s an uninhibited freedom in the 1st, a playful independence, uproariously untethered. She is completely who she is, what she is truly meant to be. 

The 2nd’s far more constrained. Neatly stifled within its confines. Covered and demurely kept. She is what she thinks she ought to be. A conformity rigidly adhered to.

The change in her demeanour is striking. Stepping off the boat, she’s stepping closer to Jamie - in every single sense of the word. Stepping off the plane, she’s stepping farther away from Jamie than she ever has before.


A World Apart

The way she runs her hands along the ground… As if she’s trying to pull his world - pull him back to her, to bridge that chasm between them…


Is it April yet?

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In one day The 1975, comprised of vocalist Matty Healy, lead guitar Adam Hann, bassist Ross Macdonald and drummer George Daniel, are set to debut their sophomore album, the luxuriantly titled I Like It When You Sleep For You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It. A sprawling seventeen tracks I Like It When You Sleep… is genre defying, sounding at times like Bowie, 90s R&B, and even some good ol’ fashioned gospel. Fans have been eagerly awaiting The 1975’s sophomore album since 2013, but the band has been almost unthinkably busy in the past few years, garnering a die hard following, touring relentlessly, and of course recording and perfecting their upcoming release. However, after listening to I Like It When You Sleep… I can’t imagine anyone, fan or not, begrudging the band for the wait.

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Robespierre’s role in history will always remain obscure. He was overthrown because he wanted to moderate and stop the course of the Revolution; on the eve of his death he made a magnificent speech in this sense which, however, was never printed. Billaud and the other Terrorists, seeing that he was wearying of the Terror and would unfailingly bring them to justice, concerted against him and incited the moderates to overthrow (as they said) the tyrant, but in reality it was to take his place and intensify the Terror. The people of Paris thought that in removing Robespierre they were destroying tyranny, whereas the purpose of his removal was to make it flourish more luxuriantly than ever. But once Robespierre had fallen, the explosion was such that, in spite of all their efforts, the Terrorists were never able to gain the upper hand again.
—  Gourgaud’s Journal, 1816