Natalie Ascencios's 2002 painting, A Vicious Circle, of the Algonquin Round Table. It hangs in the hotel today.
From left to right, standing: Robert Benchley, Franklin Pierce Adams, Robert Sherwood, Harpo Marx, Alexander Woolcott, Marc Connelly, Edna Ferber. Seated: Dorothy Parker, Harold Ross, George S. Kaufman, Heywood Broun. The Algonquin Cat is standing upside down at top left.
Photo: Natalie Ascencios via ascencios.com
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Looking into the Garden
Life and Love
Geraniums by Childe Hassam
Portrait by a Neighbour
Before she has her floor swept
Or her dishes done,
Any day you’ll find her
A-sunning in the sun!
It’s long after midnight
Her key’s in the lock,
And you never see her chimney smoke
Till past ten o’clock!
She digs in her garden
With a shovel and a spoon,
She weeds her lazy lettuce
By the light of the moon.
She walks up the walk
Like a woman in a dream,
She forgets she borrowed butter
And pays you back cream!
Her lawn looks like a meadow,
And if she mows the place
She leaves the clover standing
And the Queen Anne’s lace!
—Edna St. Vincent Millay
Paysage au Bord du Lez by Frederic Bazille
Heartsease Country
TO ISABEL SWINBURNE
The far green westward heavens are bland,
The far green Wiltshire downs are clear
As these deep meadows hard at hand:
The sight knows hardly far from near,
Nor morning joy from evening cheer.
In cottage garden-plots their bees
Find many a fervent flower to seize
And strain and drain the heart away
From ripe sweet-williams and sweet-peas
At every turn on every way.
But gladliest seems one flower to expand
Its whole sweet heart all round us here;
’Tis Heartsease Country, Pansy Land.
Nor sounds nor savours harsh and drear
Where engines yell and halt and veer
Can vex the sense of him who sees
One flower-plot midway, that for trees
Has poles, and sheds all grimed or grey
For bowers like those that take the breeze
At every turn on every way.
Content even there they smile and stand,
Sweet thought’s heart-easing flowers, nor fear,
With reek and roaring steam though fanned,
Nor shrink nor perish as they peer.
The heart’s eye holds not those more dear
That glow between the lanes and leas
Where’er the homeliest hand may please
To bid them blossom as they may
Where light approves and wind agrees
At every turn on every way.
Sister, the word of winds and seas
Endures not as the word of these
Your wayside flowers whose breath would say
How hearts that love may find heart’s ease
At every turn on every way.
—Charles Algernon Swinburne
Picking Flowers by Auguste Renoir
The Flower's Name
Here's the garden she walked across,
Arm in my arm, such a short while since:
Hark, now I push its wicket, the moss
Hinders the hinges and makes them wince!
She must have reached this shrub ere she turned,
As back with that murmur the wicket swung;
For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned,
To feed and forget it the leaves among.
Down this side of the gravel-walk
She went while her robe's edge brushed the box:
And here she paused in her gracious talk
To point me a moth on the milk-white phlox.
Roses, ranged in valiant row,
I will never think that she passed you by!
She loves you, noble roses, I know;
But yonder, see, where the rock-plants lie!
This flower she stopped at, finger on lip,
Stooped over, in doubt, as settling its claim;
Till she gave me, with pride to make no slip,
Its soft meandering Spanish name:
What a name! Was it love or praise?
Speech half-asleep or song half-awake?
I must learn Spanish, one of these days,
Only for that slow sweet name's sake.
Roses, if I live and do well,
I may bring her, one of these days,
To fix you fast with as fine a spell,
Fit you each with his Spanish phrase;
But do not detain me now; for she lingers
There, like sunshine over the ground,
And ever I see her soft white fingers
Searching after the bud she found.
Flower, you Spaniard, look that you grow not,
Stay as you are and be loved forever!
Bud, if I kiss you 't is that you blow not,
Mind, the shut pink mouth opens never!
For while it pouts, her fingers wrestle,
Twinkling the audacious leaves between,
Till round they turn and down they nestle—
Is not the dear mark still to be seen?
Where I find her not, beauties vanish;
Whither I follow her, beauties flee;
Is there no method to tell her in Spanish
June 's twice June since she breathed it with me?
Come, bud, show me the least of her traces,
Treasure my lady's lightest footfall!
—Ah, you may flout and turn up your faces—
Roses, you are not so fair after all!
—Robert Browning
Still Life with Flowers by Edouard Manet
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I just had a thought:
Rarity, Edna Mood, Barbie, Velvette, Clawdeen, Satin and Chenille
My most favorite fashionista icons with sass (Idk if Barbie is sassy), having a fashion brunch
Barbie: And so I tried to warn Raquel that 12 inch heels, PLUS very long nails could be dangerous. Not only will her nails got chipped so easily, but she can’t even get in her car or try walking without tripping
Clawdeen: Ouch. Ghoul should not have done that
Velvette: *puts her coffee down* Ugh. This is why I don’t use acrylic nails and those ridiculously high inch heels. I mean, what was she trying to do? Show off? I always paint my nails no matter how small or long they are, and they still look fabulous *shows off her nails*
All: Oooh
Rarity: Absolutely gorgeous, darling. What a work of art
Velvette: *chuckles* Thank you, darling
In the distance, Vox, Clawd, Ken, Mr. Incredible, Cooper and Prince D, and Flash Sentry were having their own coffee day
Vox: I’m glad Vel has a new group of friends to bond over fashion with *sips on his coffee*
Ken: Shoooouuuld we be in a group?
Vox: Don’t push it
Ken: *still smiling* Ok
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Robert Armstrong and Edna May Oliver in 'The Penguin Pool Mystery' (aka 'Penguin Pool Murder'), directed by George Archainbaud in 1932.
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