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moodysnowflake · 1 year
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Studio Orange didn't have to, there was absolutely no reason to but these are the details that shows love, dedication, and experience.
Vash has proper rein holding; show this to any equestrian you know, they'll be utterly surprised.
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Far better than a lot of equestrians I've seen in my 15+ years of horseriding...
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newyorkthegoldenage · 5 months
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Edward Hopper, The Bridle Path, 1939. Oil on canvas.
The Bridle Path shows three riders on horseback approaching the West 72nd Street entrance to Central Park in New York City. A large building [the Dakota] is seen above the hillside towering over the three riders - two women and a man. The riders are dressed in modern 1930s riding garb and appear to be galloping toward the dark tunnel. The man leans back and his horse's head rears up, slowing the gallop as they approach the tunnel.
Sotheby's says, "As the riders approach the foreboding darkness of the tunnel, they at first seem to fearlessly race ahead into the unknown. Yet the rider of the white horse pulls at the reins, as if questioning the decision to proceed" and suggests that this may have reflected Hopper's anxiety about the coming war. Hopper said, "There is a certain fear and anxiety, a great visual interest in the things that one sees coming into a great city."
Photo: WikiArt Text: edwardhopper.net
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heartnosekid · 3 months
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barra_ranch on ig
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lainphotography · 2 months
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Calimero and Loni in love. There are for real our old couple.
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kcdressage · 1 year
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World champions Charlotte Fry and Glamourdale win the 2022 Dressage World Cup freestyle with a new personal best of 90.995% at the London International Horse Show.
Gifs by @kcdressage
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mommy-dust · 4 months
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Actually placed in a champ tdy! New horse too! This is Aurora (my ghestie followers know :p) my other warmblood’s name is Sunshine :3
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eponi · 1 year
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Eponi hobbyhorses (spring edition).
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Loti, Tinkerbell and Mae
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thescienceofequus · 1 year
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freddie-dressage · 3 months
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Anyone here use a Werner Christ girth? I want to get a sheepskin girth for Fred bc I'm not really happy with current smartpak memory foam. Was also my first time trying a shoulder relief girth and I don't like the pressure points the shape makes. The Christ girths are the only sheepskin ones that I've seen that aren't like 200-300 dollars (there's no way I'm ever spending that much on a girth 😭) riding warehouse has this brand for 130 for the shape I want and in really tempted but I want to know what people think, especially if you e had it for a while
Also open to other brands but definitely no more than 150 plz
Also mostly curious if they're particularly wide? My smartpak girth seems so narrow across the buckles and it pulls my billet straps together which I think pulls my saddle :/ I want a nice wide girth for that and comfort bc I can't imagine having a super narrow girth tightened on you feels nice
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bellbootsandcandles · 11 months
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ghodho · 1 year
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💫 Function and style meet with our Aubrie pro breech. Available in a range of colors and sizes 22-38, mid-rise. #jumperhorse #equestrianstyle #breeches #equestrians #horsesofinstagram @nataliebanis @haydenclarkesporthorses @ashleighmagnusphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/CoGdlHtrtbF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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sparkles-and-trash · 11 months
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Weird take to go on about on this account, but it’s so crazy to me how many american equestrians ride without helmets.
Idc if it doesn’t fit the western aesthetic, y’all be doing the most dangerous ass shit ever, herding cows, riding bronks, barrel racing etc with NO HELMET???
Insane to me.
In Norway you literally get fined for riding without a helmet. It’s the LAW. As it should be.
Such a small thing that can, and will, save your life so easily.
I just don’t get it.
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martingale-dreams · 2 years
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Some matchy, matchy. I do actually have more… but I ran out of room for photos. Oops.
Mostly LeMieux, but there is 2 PSOS sets in there.
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horsesarecreatures · 2 years
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Book review - Horse People: Scenes From the Riding Life by Michael Korda
This is the fifth time I’ve read this book. It’s my favorite horse book of all time. You’ve got to read. Even if you don’t like to read, just force yourself to with this one. You won't be sorry. 
The author, Michael Korda, is the former editor of Simon & Schuster. He’s very well-known in the literary world, but he also somewhat inadvertently got sucked into the horse world to the point of no return.
Michael grew up in England, and his father had him ride as a kid. He became somewhat wary of horses after several pony terrorists did things like dragging him into a pond and refusing to come out, forcing Michael to be rescued by soldiers. However, after moving to New York City, as an adult he took up lessons again as a way to bond with his son. He decided he liked horses, and eventually even bought one which he kept in Manhattan’s now-closed Claremont Riding Academy, but he still didn't consider himself a horse person. That changed when he met Margaret. The two had an affair at the academy, divorced each of their respective spouses at the time, and married each other the same year. I’m not condoning how their relationship  started, but Michael clearly loved her beyond words, and they stayed together until Margaret’s death in 2017. 
Margaret’s passion for horses was far greater than Michael’s, and unlike him, she was an avid competitor. Because of her, Michael got far more involved with horses than he ever expected to, as one horse became two, two became four, four became six, you get the picture. They went from boarding at Claremont, to increasingly fancy places in Westchester and Duchess county, to eventually buying their own farm. They attended various competitions and foxhunts, horse themed- vacations, and were ever on the hunt for Margaret’s next top competition horse, meeting hundreds of equestrians along the way.
What makes this book so funny even though it’s not supposed to be comedey is the way Michael, often in complete disbelief, describes the personalities and eccentricities of these old-money equestrians. I’ve mentioned before that the people who live here are just another level of nuts, and the equestrians are no exception to the rule. Sometimes it’s in a good way, and sometimes it’s in a bad way. Some of these people, like Arno Mares from the international riding camp, I’ve met, and Michael’s descriptions are spot-on. Here’s a description of Murray Ramson, an Arabian owner at Claremont and one of Michael’s first horse friends. This guy’s wife divorced him not because he was having a years-long open affair and kept a mistress in another apartment, but because she discovered he had not one but two subscriptions to Arabian Horse World Magazine, one for each residence. 
Short, florid, with a silver mustache and hair and slightly protuberant eyes, he looked like Esky, the debonair little man-about-town and boulevardier who for years was the trademark of Esquire Magazine before it turned literary and stopped featuring improbably long-legged pin-ups by Alberto Vargas and recipes for a perfect Manhattan. Murray, though married and the father of two boys, did in fact see himself very much in the image of a man-about-town and boulevardier - at the sight of a pretty girl he would stroke his mustache and chortle like a villain. He drove a dashing vintage Jaguar E-Type 2+2, dressed in English suits or tweed sports jackets with tailored “cavalry twills,” and in general presented himself straight from the pages of a man’s magazine of the late 1940s or early 1950s. Murray’s horse was a handsome chestnut Arabian gelding named Fabab, with a broad white blaze, white stockings, and a splendid, flowing mane and tail.
Arabs are among the prettiest of all breeds of horses, though because of their relatively small size and the fact that they’re not generally used for foxhunting., three-day eventing. flat-racing, or steeple chasing, they have never had a lot of respect in the English-speaking horse-word. Perhaps this is because Napoleon is also portrayed riding one. Though they are in fact tough little horses, and perform spectacularly in long-distance endurance riding in the desert or mountains, they tend to be looked upon with the kind of disdain that owners of sporting or working dogs have for breeds that are merely flashy or showy. Perhaps because of this, Arabian horses and their owners form a small, inbred world of their own, in which pedigree and appearance (of the horse, at least) count for a lot. Although a lot of the best breeding has been done outside of the Arab world for many years - in California and Poland, particularly, Arabs still carry with them a kind of romantic desert-sheik appeal for a lot of people, of whom Murray was one.
Murray lavished on “Fabby-baby,” as he called Fabab in his tenderer moments, the kind of care and attention some thought he might better have directed toward his long-suffering wife Elaine. Fabab had his own set of Mason-Pearson hairbrushes for the grooming of his mane and tail, and unlike many of the private owners at Claremont, Murray mostly took care of Fabab himself, rubbing and brushing the horse until his coat gleamed like burnished copper and his tiny hooves twinkled. In the afternoons Elaine, who was equally devoted to Fabab, would often come over and ride him in the ring - Fabab was not entirely reliable about such things as manhole covers, city buses, and umbrellas, so the trip from Claremont to the park was not thought to be safe for her on her own - then groom him all over again before he was put away for the night, wearing his own monogrammed sheet or his Baer blanket in cold weather. Fabab’s birthday was celebrated upstairs in Claremont, with - what else? - a carrot cake specially ordered for the occasion from the then-fashionable New York City Bakery of William Greenberg, Jr., and coffee, cocoa, and drinks laid out on Fabab’s tack trunk. 
To say Fabab was spoiled would be putting it mildly, but he retained a certain independent spirit, occasionally throwing Murray in the park and on one memorable occasion breaking both of Murray’s wrists. Murray was nothing if not a dedicated rider - whatever the weather, he was in the park on Fabab every morning by seven. 
This book is unique compared to others about horses because Michael never becomes a full-blown horse aficionado, even though he remains fond of them and his wife’s life and by default his own centers around them. His perspective is interesting because he is like the utmost neutral observer, reporting on chaos accurately but never giving an overly strong opinion of his own. He is therefore more objective than a true horse person, and doesn't have cognitive dissonance a lot of the equestrians around here do when it comes to problematic horse keeping practices and class divides. He neither focuses on nor neglects these issues, but always describes things to a T in way that is unironically funny. Horse People is quite underrated.
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mommy-dust · 4 months
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!!Vent!!
Why do I have to deal with so much, why do I have to work so hard. Why is everyone better than me. Why am I so ugly, so weak, so bad at everything. Why did I have to be me. I could have been born as one of those preppy swifties, the girls that play 50 sports and can actually run, can actually fit in, but no. I can’t even express myself without people saying shit like “wrist check” “look its the suicide squad” “what the fuck are you wearing” “ARF ARF ARF”. Why can’t I ride like everyone else, why am I so stupid, why can’t I understand math. It’s overwhelming, i have to think about myself, about them, about the horses, keeping myself safe or whatever, playing my guitar, getting dressed, staying healthy, getting exercise, being fucking happy, them being happy, masking, trying… why does everyone else have to try.
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