La vie Parisienne
Revista de moda fundada en 1863, principalmente dirigida para la alta sociedad de la época. Pionera en ofrecer contenido subido de tono, donde la evidencia vanidosa de unos centímetros de más de muslo y escote era escandaloso, combinado con temas de actualidad y cultura, y aderezada con maravillosas ilustraciones art deco y art nouveau, marcó un antes y un después haciendo cátedra (fue la mentora de la que luego, con la misma receta instantánea, cosecharía un éxito icónico, la revista Playboy) de las publicaciones que ofrecían contenido intelectual y humor descarado.
Tremendamente popular, sobretodo en los años 20, cayó totalmente en el olvido y cerró en 1970.
La Vie Parisienne
Fashion magazine founded in 1863, mainly directed to the high society of the time. A pioneer in offering bawdy jest, where evidence of an thigh and cleavage was scandalous, combined with current affairs and culture, and seasoned with wonderful art deco and art nouveau, marked a before and after of publications featuring intellectual content and sassy humor (La vie Parisienne was undoubtedly the mentor of Playboy, which has an iconic success thanks to the same recipe).
Very popular, especially in the 20s, fell completely forgotten and closed in 1970.
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A private commission for burlesque dancer Lily Faye and her beau. Tattoos are such a pain to draw, especially when I have to re-create actual pieces done by other artists, but so rewarding in the end!
The older I get the more this resonates with me
"I enjoy images of anatomy and skeletons because, out of all the things in the world, your own bones and muscles are the closest thing to you. Yet, even though they have been close to you since birth, you still don’t fully understand them, just like you never fully understand yourself. Bones and muscles and tissues are barely hidden under a small amount of skin, and yet, I am sure, if I ever meet my own skeleton I would not recognize her.” ~ Kat Powell
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