Had a mosey down to Edinburgh today, for the purpose of looking at a.) some art, and b.) BFF, who lives there. Spent the day eating way too much and going to galleries and climbing high-up things. it was good. I was meant to be looking at specific paintings for an upcoming essay, but obviously got massively distracted by all my fave batshit-crazy high art tropes, like creepy medieval gold-embossed naked childwomen, and homoerotic St Sebastians coming their pants. I ended up standing in front of all these badboys in amused glee for like a million years apiece;
|BEYOND EERIE. reminds of the piglet breastfeeding incident in Alice Through the Looking Glass|
|LOVE bomb-ass grey-haired bitches pretending they don't know anyone is painting their picture|
|is...is she making a...shiv?|
|i think it's awesome JC is into fetish rainwear. (OMG IT'S SONIA RYKIEL NO WAY)|
|gurllll. i know it's Titian's fault not yours but that thing is TERRIFYING|
I don't know why they let me study art.