Spanish volunteer Lieutenant Luis Magirena serving in armoured unit.
Photo No. 76313. Taken in Petrozavodsk. Date unknown.
Le génie du mal [The genius of evil, aka; Lucifer]; Guillaume Geefs
“The statue was originally a commission for Geefs’ younger brother Joseph, who completed it in 1842 and installed it the following year. It generated controversy at once and was criticized for not representing a Christian ideal.The cathedral administration declared that “this devil is too sublime.” The local press intimated that the work was distracting the “pretty penitent girls” who should have been listening to the sermons.” [x]
[The original ‘sublime’ version shown below, and the ‘revised’ one in the photoset above]
> Make sculpture of the devil
> No this sculpture is too hot for church
> Make another one
> It’s even hotter
art.
“Scottish War Saving Committee” (1917) poster by Forde.
Look at France being a badass.
L’Avenir. From Raemaekers’ Cartoon History of the War, Volume 2 (1918). Source.
This reminds me of the original Australian 2nd Division memorial at Mt St Quentin, of an Aussie soldier bayonetting the German eagle. Unsurprisingly, the Germans took it down when they occupied the area in WWII…
Marianne being one hell of a bad ass bitch.
Also:
Costume exploration from the 1920s.
Evening shoes
Pietro Yantorny. 1914–19. French. Silk, metal & jet.Pietro Yantorny (1874-1936), the self-proclaimed “most expensive shoemaker in the world”, was a consummate craftsman utterly devoted to the art of shoemaking. Yantorny sought to create the most perfectly crafted shoes possible for a select and exclusive clientele of the most perfectly dressed people. Because Yantorny did not advertise and his production was strictly limited, his work is now best known through surviving shoes he created for Rita de Acosta Lydig, who reportedly owned over 300 pairs. Lydig was an avid collector of antique lace and textiles, and provided Yantorny materials with which to make her shoes. Alluring and individualistic, Lydig was in ideal client for Yantorny: dedicated to the art of self-presentation, profligate in her clothing expenditures, and very rich. | THE MET
Jo, you’re open for anything historical right. I have a “great” story for you concerning Stalingrad!
At the moment I’m watching a Doku and you might know the story already or not but I always frighten when I hear it. There was this one soldier who used to fight in Stalingrad - A German soldier - and he had a best friend in his troupe. And on the battlefield his best friend was shot by a Russian directly in the head. And the skull flew away “You did not see any blood” he said “because he was still alive. The shock avoided the blood to show. But what fell down on me was lots and lots of water.” , then his friend turned around and fell down on him. So he hid below his friend until the shooting was over. After that he surrendered and was transported to a camp. A Russian camp. And he did not know that there was a certain time until he had to be in the camp in the evening. And so because of the fact that so many soldiers there were incontinent it stank there terribly so he left the camp to take a breathe. But as he came back he was not allowed to go in anymore. It was still Winter in Stalingrad. So he went to another camp and they did not allow him to enter either. So these camps where they were were built on a hill and on top of the hill was another camp. He went there. And it was already quiet the moment he came there. Lights were killed and it was the deepest night.. He went inside and couldn’t see a thing. He tried to grab some beds because all the camps looked the same and he thought that he could walk through the camp by feeling the beds as he suddenly felt hair. Then he felt hands and skin and heads until he realized this was not a camp for living people it was the camp where they brought the dead to to store them until they might bury them. So he spent the night between the dead.
The moment he tells that story I always find myself swallowing like shit!
Wow, that is really a dark story, but a great one. Thank you.
