#french-absinthe

[spiritsoffrance]

Distilleries et Domaines De Provence - A true French Absinthe

All true absinthe's are bitter to some degree (due to the presence of absinthe, extracted from the wormwood) and are therefore usually served with the addition of sugar. This not only counters the bitterness, but in well made absinthe's seems also to subtly improve the herbal flavor-profile of the drink. The classic French absinthe ritual involves placing a sugar cube on a flat perforated spoon, which rests on the rim of the glass containing a measure or "dose" of absinthe. Iced water is then very slowly dripped on to the sugar cube, which gradually dissolves and drips, along with the water, into the absinthe, causing the green liquor to louche ("loosh") into an opaque opalescent white as the essential oils precipitate out of the alcoholic solution. Usually three to four parts water are added to one part of 68% absinthe. Historically, true absintheur's used to take great care in adding the water, letting it fall drop by single drop onto the sugar cube, and then watching each individual drip cut a milky swathe through the peridot-green absinthe below. Seeing the drink gradually change color was part of its ritualistic attraction.   Part of the advantage of using an absinthe fountain was that you could add ice cubes to the water to keep it cold, and some carafes had a chamber for ice as well.   SHOP THE ABSINTHE RANGE HERE

#french-absinthe #buy-french-absinthe

[kaitropoli]

"La Muse verte"

by Albert Maignan

Oil Painting, 1895.

Musée de Picardie.

Little note, read if you want!

Long time no see, everybody! I'm back from the ditches, here to present another wonderful piece of art.

Fun fact: like most alcohol and hard drugs during the earlier periods, absinthe was said to be used as medicine for children. How lovely!

Why do I bring this up? Because this painting depicts a poet being visited by a little green fairy. Still not making sense? In historical literature, absinthe is referred to as "la fée verte" (the green fairy).

You might know absinthe as having hallucinogenic properties, but this is false unless you abuse the drink itself. The 19th and 20th centuries describe this as a disorder called Absinthism.

^^ I specifically bring this up because, besides namesake, paintings usually depict a green spirit (that of a woman) sitting or disrupting other people, which could be attributed to the hallucination side-effect of drinking so much.

There is so much history surrounding absinthe that I might as well make an entire post about it. And whenever that does happen, I'll be sure to include all the beautiful artwork associated with the spirit.

#oil painting #painting #art #history #artwork #French #french art #french painting #french painter #albert maignan #victorian #victorian painting #absinthe #victorian art #spirit #the green muse #the green fairy #art nouveau

[the-cricket-chirps]

Edgar Degas

Absinthe (Originally ’Dans un Café’) (The Absinthe Drinker or Glass of Absinthe)

1875-1876

#edgar degas #absinthe #green fairy #impressionist painter #impressionism #impressionist #french art #french artist #french painter #french painting #cafe scene #cafe aesthetic #art on tumblr #aesthetic #modern art #art history #tumblr art #beauty #tumblrpictures #tumblrpic #aesthetictumblr #tumblraesthetic

[absintheonthenet]

PARISIAN GREEN FAIRY ABSINTHE POSTER

https://www.absintheonthenet.com/Green-Fairy-Absinthe-Poster-p/afp.htm

#absinthe #absinthe poster #Cusenier #oxygenee #absinthe prohibition poster #prohibition #french #belle epoque #green fairy #fairy #absinthe fairy #art nouveau #advertising #alcohol #paris #parisian

[disease]

EDGAR DEGAS / “L’ABSINTHE” / 1875–76 [oil on canvas | 92 x 68.5 cm.]

#edgar degas #impressionism #painting #modern art #19th century #absinthe #french #art #u

[portablefrailty]

Messidor

Fifth in my series of images inspired by the French Republican Calendar. Messidor, which corresponds with the 30 day period from roughly June 20th (the Summer Solstice) to July 20th, is named for the harvest. It is the first summer month, followed by Thermidor and Fructidor.

Among wild plants harvested during Messidor is wormwood, the key ingredient to make absinthe. In honor of the month, I imagined a 19th century absinthe maker foraging wormwood flowers and leaves growing wild along a seaside path in Provence.

#France #French #French Republican Calendar #French Revolution #Messidor #French Culture #wormwood #absinthe #bucolic #foraging

[chicinsilk]

Marc Bohan for Christian Dior Haute Couture Spring/Summer 1963 Collection. Antonia Boekesteijn. wears the evening dress, "Absinthe". Photo Louis-Roger Astre.

Marc Bohan pour Christian Dior Collection Haute Couture Printemps/ Été 1963. Antonia Boekesteijn. porte la robe du soir, "Absinthe". Photo Louis-Roger Astre.

#christian dior #marc bohan #collection haute couture #french designer #french style #fashion 60s #1963 #spring/summer #printemps/été #louis roger astre #evening gown #robe du soir #absinthe #antonia boekesteijn

[devlishstudios]

Le Libertin.

🇨🇵 Style parisien vintage.

🇬🇧 Vintage Parisian style.

🇪🇸 Estilo parisino vintage.

🇮🇹 Stile parigino vintage.

🇵🇹 Estilo parisiense vintage.

🇯🇵 パリのヴィンテージスタイル。

🇮🇳 विंटेज पेरिस शैली।

#libertin #lelibertin #paris #parís #parisbar #chic #wine #winelovers #villedeparis #absinthefairy #absinthe #dailyart#parisianstyle #parisian #parisianlifestyle #undone #chicdecontracté #decontracte #décontracté #effortlesschic#effortlessstyle #province #provincestyle #carefree #enjoylife #parisvibes #parisfashion #parisfrance #parisstyle #parisian #parisianstyle #vintagestyle #comicnoir #parisienne #parisiennestyle #parisiennegirl          

#daily art #libertinism #parisian #paris fashion #paris france #absinthe #parisienne #emily in paris #decontracte #paris style #french style #french bar

[madamemarmot]

Like the others she got drunk on absinthe and spent endless hours sitting in her doorway, a cigarette in her mouth, and with her hands folded on her crossed knee. "Achoura" in The Oblivion Seekers by Isabelle Eberhardt

#novels #quotes #fiction #20th century #short story #isabelle eberhardt #algeria #absinthe #desert #north africa #french colonialism

[stone-cold-groove]

Scenes from home, past and present.

#new orleans #french quarter #old absinthe bar #shore leave

[the-cricket-chirps]

Vincent van Gogh, Café Table with Absinthe, Paris, February-March, 1887

Vincent van Gogh, Glass of Absinthe and a Carafe, 1887

#vincent van gogh #dutch artist #dutch painter #absinthe #french art #Dutch art #french painting #dutch painting #post impressionist art #post impressionism #post impressionist #alcohol #liquor #modern art #art history #tumblr art #aesthetic #beauty #art on tumblr #aesthetictumblr #tumblraesthetic #tumblrpictures #tumblrpic

[absintheonthenet]

ABSINTHE CUSENIER OXYGENÉE POSTER

https://www.absintheonthenet.com/Absinthe-Cusenier-Oxygen-e-Poster-p/apco.htm

#absinthe #absinthe poster #Cusenier #oxygenee #absinthe prohibition poster #prohibition #french #belle epoque #green fairy #fairy #absinthe fairy #art nouveau #advertising #alcohol #paris #parisian

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 26

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sexual content, violence lite

...And Find Out

On either side of you was a wall of muscle, effectively trapping you in your seat at a booth in a new bar. Kid had made sure that you wouldn't be getting into mischief here, unless he was a part of it. You had gotten some food into you, though you were still swiping drinks from Kid or Killer's glasses when they were preoccupied talking with someone else. Kid's hand was wandering under the table, torturing you on purpose. This was your punishment for making a fool of him. First it was on your lower back, playing with the edge of your pants, then it was pulling at the strings lacing them up the sides. Your legs were crossed tightly since it was only a matter of time before he got bold. 

"Remind me again what ya wanted?" Kid taunted.

His hand pinned yours to the table when you tried to grab his French fries. "For you to shut up," you grumbled. You jumped when he pinched your thigh.

He faked a pout. "If ya keep hurting my feelings I might not wanna...what was it?" He tapped on his chin, pretending to have forgotten what was now seared into his brain. "Put your ankles behind your-"

You covered his mouth with your own and bit him to make him stop. "Shut up. Shut the fuck up," you said against his lips. Why did you drink fucking absinthe? You could hear Heat and Wire laughing in the background. You harshly whispered into his ear. "If you don't cut it the fuck out, I'm not gonna let you put my ankles behind my ears."

Kid grabbed your chin and bent into your neck to whisper back, "Keep acting like that and I'll tie you up that way so everyone can have a turn." He snickered at your reaction. His metal arm was around you, such that his hand was resting on your thigh and he could feel the temperature change in your body when he said it, heat pooling around your thighs. Kid stopped openly fucking with you, returning to talking about what supplies they needed to stock up on while they were in port.

It was just the upper officers and you at the table, which you were grateful for at the moment since Kid's hand was inching ever closer to nestle itself between your thighs. He was good at acting like nothing at all was going on. You tried your best to mimic that, as hard as it was while his metal finger traced over your clothed slit. Your flushed skin was giving away how you were slowly unraveling. You clenched your knees together trying to trap his hand from continuing to move. His ankle hooked around yours, gradually prying your legs farther apart. Taking a drink of ice water and pressing it to your temple, you were trying not to think about it.

"You ok, Y/N?"

You didn't immediately realize Heat was talking to you. "Oh... yeah I have a headache." And its name is Kid.

"Do you need to go back to the ship?"

You waved him off, shaking your head. You couldn't say anything at the moment, teeth clenched to keep any other unwanted noises from leaving your mouth. There was a low laugh from next to you as Kid saw how hard you were struggling. Since it was his metal hand playing with you, there was an element of coolness wherever the metal touched, and also since it was his metal hand, he could make it do whatever he wanted, including vibrate. That took you by surprise, causing your knee to hit the table when you jerked back. "Sorry, adjusting mmmy legs." 

"Headache has you a little restless, huh?" Killer sympathized. Or at least you thought he was sympathizing until you felt his hand holding your knee in place. He was met with a black look from you. 

You swore you could see a blue glint from within one of the holes in his helmet. There was nothing you could do trapped between the two of them. If you had been in a more private setting, this would be a dream. Even if it was the same scenario without Wire and Heat, that would be better. You hid your face in your hands under the guise of the lights bothering you, which was obviously not the case since the lights were fairly dim to begin with. Both of your legs were pinned apart and Kid had not stopped teasing his fingers across your core. Controlling your breathing was hard, made harder when Kid pressed down at the apex of your cunt with a medium strength vibration running through his fingers. A small moan slipped out, though it could have still been confused for one of discomfort. You shifted slightly to glare at Kid through a crack in your fingers. He was hungrily grinning back at you, pressing the vibrations harder into your core. Your legs quivered. If he kept doing this, you were going to cum right there at the table. The thought made you hotter, yet you still fought it. The fact that Killer was in on it too was really making your mind race. Did that mean you would get both of them when you went back to the ship? The thought made you lose composure, burying your head into the crook of your elbow resting on the table, your other hand falling under the table and grabbing Killer's. Your fingers entwined with his over your knee, nails digging into skin as you got closer to the edge. 

Kid withdrew his hand, stretching. "I'm bored. Let's go somewhere else." 

The orgasm that had been building faded away and left you yearning. You picked your head up and blinked at him with lust-clouded eyes. "Fuck you," you said breathily. 

It almost pained him to stop, you looking up at him with such pleading eyes. "Don't worry, doll. I got somethin to help that headache." 

Next to you, Killer shook his hand out from under yours. "You got a strong grip, darlin." He patted you on the leg. 

It took some time for you to blink back into awareness. So this is how it's gonna be. A long night of teasing seemed to be ahead. You weren't wrong. The next establishment was a little rowdier so no one noticed when Kid took you into a dark corner to make out, sliding his flesh hand between the leather of your pants and your skin, edging you again. The one after that was more of a dance club, where you were bounced between Kid and Killer and their grabbing hands. The third one was a gambling hall, where you patiently sat in Killer's lap, listening to him whisper compliments and dirty thoughts alike and watching Kid play cards. After that, at the insistence of whatever straggling crew remained, it was a whorehouse. 

At this point you were drunk and very horny. You were promised that this would be the last place they stopped before returning to the ship. The men other than Kid and Killer found companions to take upstairs fairly quickly. You had gone to the bathroom and came back to both of them having their laps occupied by women. They were just as drunk and horny as you were, though you were hoping to harness that energy for yourself when you went back to the ship. There was motion in the corner of your eye as a man scooped you off your feet and started carrying you upstairs, thinking you were one of the working women. 

"I think you're mistaken. I'm not for sale." Kid and Killer were still preoccupied as you glanced back. 

"Everyone has a price, little miss." 

You toyed with the man's earring, giggling. "I don't think you can afford me."

"And why's that? I don't look like I have money?" His voice was slightly angry.

"Let's find out." You pointed to the wall next to the staircase, that was decorated with bounty posters. "I should be up there somewhere. Last time I checked, I was close to 90,000."

The man stopped in his tracks and looked at you. "You?! 90,000?" He had started to open a vacant room.

You didn't appreciate his unbelieving tone. "Yeah. 90,000. So unless you're gonna pay me or a fuck from you is worth 90,000. Put me down." He didn't move. "I SAID PUT ME DOWN! ARE YOU DEAF?" Kid was rubbing off on you, in more ways than one. 

The man dropped you on the floor, stepping over you to find another lady. 

Pulling the switchblade out of your boot, you caught his ankle and sliced his Achilles tendon, sending the man tripping down the stairs. You put the knife back in your shoe and pushed yourself up. "Fucking rude." You stepped on his hand as you came down the stairs and returned to your table, noticing that the ladies were no longer there. "Where'd your friends go?"

"Where'd yours go?" Killer shot back, a drunk lilt to his voice.

"I asked first, but if you must know, I stabbed him and tripped him down the stairs." 

Kid laughed loudly and patted his lap. "Atta girl." He grabbed your waist as you took your seat. "Those are just the waitresses, doll." Kid laughed again. "Were ya jealous?" He played with your hair and buried his face in it, inhaling deeply, breath tickling your neck. 

"Fuck no," you laughed. "Why would I be jealous when I know the whole time you would be thinking of me?" You leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder and grinned at him, simultaneously poking Killer with your foot. 

One of the waitresses returned with 3 beers in her hand, a disappointed look in her face when she saw you perched in Kid's lap. 

The three of you drank and chatted while the crew did god knows what upstairs. You wished Killer didn't have to wear a helmet all the time, because you felt a little bad about only making out with Kid. You tossed back the rest of your beer before moving from Kid's lap to Killer's, Kid only whining minimally. Killer's hand sat on your hip, thumb brushing at the skin. You couldn't kiss his face, so your lips found his neck. He didn't stop you. By the time you left, his neck was covered in different shades of red, some from your lips, and some from Kid when he was feeling left out. 

When you returned to the Victoria Punk, there were scattered pirates passed out all over the deck. Even Mini plopped on deck to sleep, not wanting to walk all the way to your bunk. She wasn't used to late nights. Kid threw you over his shoulder and made a beeline straight for his cabin. You noticed that Killer didn't follow. Kid tossed you on his bed and started tearing his clothes off. 

"Where's Killer?"

Kid gave you a questioning look. "I'm not enough?"

You rolled your eyes. "Don't be stupid. I thought he was into it, that's all." You kicked off your shoes and started to unlace your outfit. 

Kid shrugged. "He's probably tired. Stop worryin bout him when ya have to worry bout me." Kid tugged your pants off, and made quick work of your top. Kid kissed from your hip to your neck, nipping at your ear as he climbed on top of you. 

You had been waiting all night for this. You didn't honestly think he would wait this long, you thought after you initially pissed him off, he would come fuck you in the back alley. He had a hard time waiting you guessed, since he was already grabbing your hips and pulling them up to meet his own as he sunk his cock into you. You let your head fall back on the pillow and groaned. 

Kid grabbed your hair and jerked your head back to look at him. "So ya think ya can tease me and get away with it?" He started slow, watching you move underneath him impatiently. 

"I was counting on not getting away with it," you smirked at him, rolling your hips in time with his. You gasped as he took one of your thighs and brought it back next to you, opening you wider for him and allowing him to get a deeper angle. 

Kid picked up the pace. You were much too coherent for his liking. "If ya wanted it rough, ya can say so." 

"Nnn-not as fun." Still too coherent.

Kid picked up your other thigh and matched it to the first one, pressing both down into the mattress. If you thought you were going to manipulate him like that and get away with it, you were mistaken. He could feel you twitch under him. Kid knew it wouldn't take long to put you on the edge again since he had done it several times during the night. 

Folded in half under Kid, you couldn't move much. You didn't have to with the way he was drilling into your deepest parts. Your thighs were covered in your own juices from being so wet. The knot in your belly got tighter and tighter with every thrust. The only sounds you could make were whines and ragged moans. It wasn't much longer before your thighs were shaking and you were gripping at the sheets. Kid sucked at your breast and moved up your neck to your ear. The sound of his panting was too much. Right as you were about to snap, there was a feeling of emptiness as Kid came across your stomach with a grunt. 

The thought of how mad you were about to be and how much begging you were about to do was enough for Kid. His release felt heavenly, even though he would have preferred to stay buried in your hot, gushy walls. But he couldn't let you cum that easily could he? The glazed over look in your eyes was turning into frustration and then into a glare, so hot it almost made him hard again. 

"Was that fun enough fer ya, doll? I had yer ankles by yer ears. Just like ya asked." 

"Fuck.. you, Kid," you said between pants. You reached your hand down to take care of yourself. You didn't need him. 

He grabbed your hand. "I don't think so." He grabbed your other one, holding them both over your head. "Killer."

Killer came from somewhere in the room. You didn't know where he had been. Was he there the whole time? He was shirtless and his jeans were unzipped, but he was still masked. He had something in his hands, which he put around your wrists. 

"That's not gonna do anything. You know I can..." A panicked look entered your eyes.

Kid laughed. "Oh, Killer was into it. This was his idea." 

Killer attached the manacles to something on the headboard. "Picked up a souvenir from that marine vessel." Killer traced a finger down your center. "Seastone."

#eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #marooned #kid x reader x killer #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #x reader #how much is Killer gonna be a tease I wonder #is Killer actually an evil mastermind?

[is-the-19thcentury-man-okay]

Help! I'm thinking of getting a 19th century man and my heart is hopelessly set on a fancy French breed! However, in researching breeds of French 19th century men, I'm torn if I want a Napoleonic 19th century man or a La Belle Epoque 19th century man. A friend of mine who has an English 19th century man says that the French breeds are much more high maintenance than their English cousins. Do you have any tips or insight into the differences between various English and French breeds of 19th century men?

I'm going to answer this more recent question over some asks that have been awaiting my attention (my apologies); because it's such a perennial enquiry. In brief, there are less differences between 19th century Frenchmen and 19th century Englishmen than you might think. Your Frenchman is probably a huge anglophile, at least when it comes to his clothes, and he's very influenced by English styles. Meanwhile your Englishman is very impressed by anything in French, and he admires a lot of French culture (and French wines), whether or not he wants to admit it.

Your typical 1830s Frenchman in his Habit à l'Anglaise.

You will want to research your particular type of 19th century Frenchman (or Englishman), and pay attention to a lot of regional and class variations. Gullible anglophones are super impressed by a 19th century man being French, as if this fact alone makes him like a Romantic Les Misérables protagonist or a slinky Parisian man in his robe de chambre like in a Paul Gavarni drawing.

The ideal, not always the reality!

Don't fall head over heels for a French 19th century man with misleading expectations in mind—when he could be from Marseille and want to eat bouillabaisse and play pétanque all day. You will see 19th century Frenchmen claimed to be working in fashion, and it turns out he works at a shirt factory in Argenton-sur-Creuse.

If you are deciding between Napoleonic or La Belle Epoque, I personally recommend Napoleonic if you have lots of energy and you're willing to indulge his urges to roam places at a forced march.

Fun-loving French soldiers at camp in 1809. Let these lads conquer something!

Who doesn't appreciate that sharp uniform that makes you want to show off a man in la Grande Armée? He's not cheap to equip, but it's worth it!

The Belle Époque man may seem less likely to set off on a path of unending war, but he absolutely has his own management issues with a propensity for absinthe, horse racing, and cigars.

You can't just give him free rein with whatever fin de siècle excessess he wants to pursue, and that pretty face won't last forever when he's a determined roué!

In short, your own lifestyle situation, and the type of 19th century man you're willing to support, will be the deciding factor. Good luck!

#is the 19th century man okay #mid 19th century #belle epoque #napoleonic era #asks #military men

[resplendentoutfit]

figure 1

James Tissot (French, 1836–1902) • The Ball • 1878

Figure 1: According to French fashionistas, Tissot got the hat all wrong. Apparently hats were inappropriate as evening wear, particularly at a ball. Indeed, when perusing fashion plates of the late 1870s, formal evening attire never included hats.

For formal evening events, hair was styled in elaborate braids, buns, and curls, often adorned with silk flower sprays and fancy clips and combs. Silk flowers were also sometimes used as embellishments for dresses.

A Tissot creation likely inspired by the fashion plates of the day, the evening or ball dress in figure 1 features a bow right at the buttocks followed by a cascade of layered pleats, lace, and ruffles. This style was commonly referred to as The Princess Line dress. Created in Great Britain by Charles Frederick Worth in the form of Princess Alexandra's wedding dress, it soon took off as the latest dress style craze.

French hand fan • Ivory, paper, gouache, mother-of-pearl, metal • 1860-70 • Brooklyn Museum Costume Collection at The Metropolitan Museum of Art

Figure 2

Figure 1: In the mid 1870s, the bustle evolved into a less protruding fashion feature and eventually, toward the end of the decade gave way to the mid-bustle or natural form era. This transformation took place from 1877 through approximately 1882. Compared to the large, overstuffed bustles of the early 1870s, the Mid-Bustle, or Natural Form dress created a more vertical, slimming silhouette. The waist was undefined and embellishments began at the back of the waist, or even below it.

Figure 2: It is difficult for a fashion history novice like me to define the correct occasion for this particular dress. It's perhaps a special occasion day or afternoon dress and hence less embellished. Or perhaps the modest satin bow at the hip gives it away as just a regular day dress. In one entry at Lily Absinthe's blog, she states that a semi-train is usually indicative of a day or afternoon special occasion dress. All I know for sure is that I adore the lovely vertical pleated train!

Princess Line dress • 1878-1880 (made) • Unknown designer and maker, likely from Great Britain • Virginia and Albert Museum

Blue and gold Jacquard-woven silk made with a fitted bodice and narrow skirt drawn back into drapes at the back, and rusched silk trim. It has elbow-length sleeves and a square neckline, which are both trimmed with machine-lace. This is a day or afternoon dress, likely worn at home. More views of this dress can be seen here.

Attire appropriate for a hat.

Of course, the ultra-slim silhouette of the princess dress was restrictive and necessitated increasingly tighter undergarments like corsets and girdles, further restricting movement. Poor working women who engaged in hours of manual labor could not afford either the latest fashions nor the restricted movement.

Sources:

Lily Absinthe

The Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute , New York City

Fashion History Timeline (FIT, Fashion Institute of Technology, New York City

V & A (Victoria & Albert Museum, London

#fashion history #late 1870s fashion history #princess line dress #james tissot #art history #french fashion history #late 1870s fashion plate #french hand fan #victorian fashion #historical fashion #victorian era #19th century fashion #the resplendent outfit blog #french fashion #historical painting

[mote-historie]

Lejaren Hiller, Iconic Pulp Cover: Absinthe, for Flynn's Weekly Detective Fiction Magazine, 1928.

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On offer is a remarkable published pulp cover painting by Lejaren Hiller (American, 1880-1969), titled Absinthe, for Flynn's Weekly Detective Fiction Magazine - April 21, 1928. Between 1924 and 1939, the artist created hundreds of covers for this long running title, and this is among the most captivating. The image showcases an up-to-the-minute smoking flapper girl feeling strangely fine as the hallucinogenic effects of the bottle of absinthe she has just consumed wash over her body, soul and mind. To further the hedonistic mood, smoke plumes seductively drift off into the cafe where she is seated. The setting evokes the fast-living expatriate Americans who took to Paris after World War I, escaping prohibition and their own demons. We found an interesting visual from the Elspeth Brown book The Corporate Eye, which examines photography as a mass media technology and its influence on the progressive age in American culture. It shows Lejaren Hiller's proof photograph of the model as used to create this now iconic pulp cover. That image is seen below. It is possible that a copy of this photograph was mounted to the illustration board as a guide to Hiller's painting, as he often explored such mixed media methods in his work. Painting is French matted and housed in an antique period fine frame under glass. (x)

#Lejaren Hiller #1928 #absinthe #painting #fine art #flapper girl #detective #detective fiction magazine #magazine #illustration #flapper #hallucinogenic #hallucinogenic effect #pulp cover #cover #cigarettes #smoking #smoking hot #captivating #iconic #iconic pulp cover #art #american #american art #fiction #fiction illustration #detective fiction #20s magazines