noveau riche

Isabel Echevarria Mateu - almost flirty thirty - noveau riche goddess

  • some Ursula from little mermaid vibes going. you give up something you value, Isabel hooks you up with riches and power and fame. all your greedy little heart desires. no take-backs.
  • how to find her? look for the neon crown in HK/Clinton. there’s a hashtag on twitter and instagram. Don’t waste her time with small fry stuff.
  • on the other side of the coin, if you’re interesting enough, she can really help you out without extra tax.
  • Isabel has a scary amount of people in her contacts list and will check up on you when the time is right. She gets a lot of party invitations.
  • she was named after a queen and she is every inch a queen.
  • seals her deals with a kiss, expect dizziness, loss of time, and slight bleeding!
  • her favorite contracts are actresses looking to break out into stardom and those lucky fellas in the finance game. Half of Wall Street is her bitch. 
  • contrary to popular belief she had no dealings with the windbags in office, but she did propel Jesse Eisenberg and Mark Zuckerberg. The Social Network is practically a love letter.
  • she will definitely fight the old gods, but she will also fuck them, really depends on her mood. 
  • speaking of which, hella bi babe with polyamorous tendencies. currently looking for a lady love!
  • Isabel doesn’t think of herself as evil so much as filling a demand that has always been there. What won’t people do for some financial security amirite?
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Browne Hours, Widener 3

This manuscript, in the Rare Book Department of the Free Library of Philadelphia, was made sometime between 1460 and 1480 for a wealthy merchant named John Browne, who lived in Stamford, Lincolnshire. It was made in Flanders, and at that time, there were a number of places in Flanders called “ateliers” that would make Books of Hours for individuals all over Europe, especially people living in England. The Browne Hours is a very traditional-looking Book of Hours—in earlier years, most Books of Hours would have belonged to members of the nobility.  But John Browne was a member of a newly arrived successful class of noveau riche or very successful bourgeoisie, who may have long admired the handsome books of the noble class his entire life, and probably sent off for his manuscript to be made when he could finally afford to do so.

The Browne Hours is best-known for its binding, an original, fifteenth-century binding by Anthony de Gavere, a member of a prominent family of Flemish bookbinders active from 1459 to 1505.  His name is recorded in the inscriptions stamped into the borders of the four decorative panels on the front and back covers.  The two clasps that contain miniatures depicting the Virgin and Child with an angel (upper) and St. Veronica holding the Sudarium (lower) are inscribed on the reverse with the names of John and Agnes Browne to further personalize the manuscript for its owners.

A particularly English miniature in this manuscript is that of St. George, one of the patron saints of England.

One of the fun miniatures in this manuscript is of St. Margaret.  It looks as though someone has tried to erase her face. In fact, it’s most likely that many women in possession of this manuscript kissed the face many times, effectively blurring it.  St. Margaret was swallowed by a dragon and escaped alive when the cross she was carrying irritated the dragon’s insides. St. Margaret, for that reason, is the patron saints of women in childbirth.

Thomas Becket, the Archbishop of Canterbury, was killed by four knights while he prayed at the altar in Canterbury Cathedral on December 29, 1170, supposedly on the king’s orders. For a simple explanation of the situation, he had been arguing with the king, Henry II, over the powers of church and state. Becket was quickly canonized by Pope Alexander III in 1173 and his remains were removed to a phenomenally ornate tomb at Canterbury Cathedral on July 7, 1220. Two feast days were observed in England for St. Thomas Becket: December 29, the date of his death; and July 7, the date of the translation of his remains. The tomb of St. Thomas Becket was visited by pilgrims from all over Europe, and it was the destination for the pilgrims in Geoffrey Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, which was written in English at the end of the fourteenth century, around 200 years after Becket’s death.

Turning to the suffrages of our book Widener 3, or the Browne Hours, we have a full-page miniature of St. Thomas Becket. By royal injunction of November 1538, King Henry VIII of England decreed that images of St. Thomas were to be destroyed. As can be seen in this photograph of the Free Library’s book, the owners at the time couldn’t quite bring themselves to destroy the Becket image. However, they did mark out the text on the opposite page with a graphite pencil. Interestingly, it turns out the Browne family, who lived in Stamford, Lincolnshire, attended the All Saints Church in Market Street, and they were all buried in the St. Thomas of Canterbury chapel there—so the family had a strong feeling toward St. Thomas in particular.  King Henry VIII also wished for the feast days of St. Thomas to be scratched out in the calendars of all books, and both feast days are intact in the calendar for the Browne Hours.

But Henry VIII also decreed that images of the Pope and his trappings should also be scratched out of books.  As can be seen in this image of the Mass of St. Gregory, the triple crown or papal tiara of the Pope has been scratched out, showing that the book’s owners in 1538 did comply with this order.  This miniature is also interesting because it depicts the original owners of the book, John Browne and his wife Agnes, painted into the picture. Browne also had his merchant’s trademark—a heart-shaped base with a small “B” supporting a cross-staff with two chevrons—included in the border decoration to the left of his portrait.

Some images can be seen here for the book in high resolution: http://libwww.freelibrary.org/medievalman/detail.cfm?itemID=mcaw030350

Marcos

Now, ladies and gentlemen… (no disrespect, especially to some of my family) But I am of the opinion that the late Ferdinand Marcos was terrible but great. He was a twisted dictator, as twisted as they come, but he was hell intelligent. He is like Lord Voldemort. He inspires spite, fear and fury… but also awe. oh the trappings of brilliance.

One can appreciate the greatness behind the evil. It’s like Adolf Hitler, no doubt, he is one evil man. Probably one of the most evil that ever walked this earth… He can give Satan a run for his money. but he inspires awe in me… how in the world did one man, one man with a funny shaped mustache, convince millions of others to think that his shrewd, extremely inhumane ideas were correct? how? mind boggling. He must be some speaker, huh. Or maybe he can cast the imperius curse. who knew?

anywho… that’s how I feel with Marcos. And yeah, also, his first wife is a right piece of work. Imelda is really amusing.. her opinions really gets me…:)

One classic is “Filipinos want beauty. I have to look beautiful so that the poor Filipinos will have a star to look at from their slums.”

It is true yes. Filipinos love beauty… the masses worship the stars, the reason why celebrities are treated as gods.

And Filipinos are sharply cheeky as hell; they will insult you way below the belt, reason why cheap tabloids sell so much. all about Politicians’ dirty laundry and even trivial things like less than perfect physical and superficial attributes are stuff of satire and ridicule.

But she uses the ignorance behind that awe so she could appear in all of her nouveau riche glory and rub their noses deeper in the dirt. LOL

Oh Imelda… you are the original Lady Gaga.

desiderii  asked:

Oh, oh, that is definitely not nearly enough Prohibition history. I've never before run across those analysis/critiques you mentioned, which is wild because it's one of my favorite eras to read about. You wouldn't happen to know whereabouts I could find more info on the historical context bits?

I can give you some starting places, but the opinions expressed in that post were an amalgam of a lot of different study, not all of which I have right to hand at this point :D

For the interactions between feminism and Prohibition, the Ken Burns documentary Prohibition is probably your best bet. It is very Ken Burns – lots of still images and soulful Appalachian Guitar – but it traces what we think of as Prohibition back to its roots in 19th century feminism, where women campaigned against alcohol not because it was “a sin” or “bad” but because they wanted to defend their sisters from men who would go straight from work to the bar and straight from the bar to assaulting their wives. When we’re taught about Prohibition we’re given these images of super-conservative middle-class hatchet-faced old broads trying to dictate morality to the rest of the country, but what was actually happening was a bunch of freethinking social rebels were desperate to stop men from constantly attacking and murdering their wives.  

An examination of class and the way Prohibition interacted with it is harder to pin down because noooooooobody wants to talk about it, since it is deeply uncomfortably echoed in modern society. The modern war on drugs is a very thinly veiled War On People Of Color, just as Prohibition in the early 20th century was really Prohibition For The Working Class. (Boy did that backfire; booze lords were the noveau riche by the time Prohibition was repealed, and were of course one reason it was repealed: segments of the working class, including oh my god immigrants, were gaining too much power.)

The prohibition of marijuana in America, just to use the most talked-about example, was literally just a justification to attack a high-use population: blue-collar Mexican immigrants. (For more on this, see the excellent documentary “Grass: The History of Marijuana”.) There are statistics that go something like 14% of African-Americans are drug users, but they make up 37% of all individuals arrested for drug possession or use. Just recently, in Tennessee, they decided to drug test everyone receiving state aid, assuming they’d be able to cut a lot of aid by refusing to provide it for drug users. One person in 800 testees was positive. Oops. (Also, why the eff would we refuse aid to people who clearly need it the most, Jesus this country is so dysfunctional.)

Anyway the point is, we are living in an era of Prohibition in a social sense; our government is using the ban on drugs to attack a specific population, just like they did then. (They never stopped, really; it was communism for most of the mid-century, and when that stopped working, it became cocaine/crack in the 80s, and “terrorism” in the 21st century, where the Patriot Act is mainly used in drug busts.)

Googling terms like “war on drugs racism” or “prohibition racism” will probably get you on the path, though tread carefully, some of the sites that pop up are a bit more legit than others. 

And all of this is the reason you can do a lot of reading about Prohibition in America and never hit this stuff – the narrative of Prohibition is carefully crafted to set it apart as a kind of fantasyland that has no bearing on modern prohibition. You get this weird situation where you’re not really taught why at that specific moment in time (two generations post-emancipation, ten years after a world war) the idea of a SUPER RESTRICTIVE FEDERAL LAW was so appealing. You’re not taught who the targets of the law were. 90% of what you get is the romanticised gangster: shootouts in Chicago, rum-running in New York’s harbors, funny stories about how sacramental wine imports (sacramental wine was exempt from Prohibition) shot up 200%.

And don’t get me wrong, I enjoy reading about that; the number of gangster documentaries I’ve read is high. But Prohibition’s like a section of a Disney park, isolated and floating in its own little mythology, because if kids were actually taught about the social ramifications of it, they’d start asking some super-uncomfortable questions. 

Orient in Notting Hill (Downton Abbey AU with blitzklinge)

The city of London was overcrowded and grey…if you went to the wrong places.

But the wealthy paid a subsequent amount to insure their neighborhood remained clean and civilized should a neighbor wish to take a walk in agreeable weather, or take their carriages out for a ride without having to wrinkle their noses at filth and feces on the ground.

Notting Hill was ideal for such, and had many high class homes complete with gardens, spotless roads, and members of the upper class.

More people from the neighborhood decided to take a walk that day due to the large number of wagons and cabbies outside of the formerly empty house known as the Red Palace.

It had been bought and sold by a member of the “noveau riche” who had a taste for Oriental design…and who happened to be a horrid gambler. He had earned and lost his fortune faster than one could imagine, and the house was left empty, regularly cleaned for the next owner. It’s bright red paint job on the walls, angled rooftops, all still conveying the sensibilities of English building, had furniture and crates unloaded from carts by workmen and into the house.

Finally…a much more classy carriage strolled up in front of the house as the carts began to leave, having been emptied…and with no small amount of curiosity, the neighbors waited to see who would emerge.

Thus the scandal of how one of the Orient came to live in Notting Hill…began.