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This, our town of Halloween

This is Halloween

This is Halloween

Pumpkins scream in the dead of night 🎃

This is Halloween

Everybody make a scene

Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright

It’s our town

Everybody scream

In this town of Halloween

I am the one hiding under your bed 🛌

Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

I am the one hiding under your stairs

Fingers like snakes 🐍 and spiders 🕷 in my hair

This is Halloween

This is Halloween

Halloween

Halloween

Halloween

Halloween

In this town

We call home

Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

In this town

Don’t we love it now?

Everybody’s waiting for the next surprise

’Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can 🗑

Something’s waiting, no, to pounce,

And

How

You’ll

Scream!

This is Halloween

Red ‘n’ black, and slimy green

Aren’t you scared?

Well, that’s just fine

Say it once, say it twice

Take a chance and roll the dice 🎲🎲

Ride with the moon in the dead of night 🌕

Everybody scream

Everybody scream

In our town of Halloween!

I am the clown with the tear-away face 🤡

Here in a flash and gone without a trace

I am the “who” when you call, “Who’s there?”

I am the wind blowing through your hair 🌬

I am the shadow on the moon at night 🌑

Filling your dreams to the brim with fright

This is Halloween

This is Halloween

Halloween

Halloween

Halloween

Halloween

Halloween

Halloween

Tender lumplings everywhere

Life’s no fun without a good scare

That’s our job, but we’re not mean

In our town of Halloween

In this town

Don’t we love it now?

Everybody’s waiting for the next surprise

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back 💀

And scream like a banshee

Make you

Jump

Out

Of

Your

Skin! ☠️

This is Halloween

Everybody scream

Won’t ya please make way for a very special guy?

Our man Jack is King of the Pumpkin patch

Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King, now!

This is Halloween

This is Halloween

Halloween

Halloween

Halloween

Halloween

In this town we call home

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Here I was, just eating a cup of applesauce under the 14-year-long assumption that the reason a small infant was able to remember something was because this was a fictional world of magic, but no, now this entirely reasonable and somewhat less terrifying bubble has burst and I’m never going to recapture that innocence. 

A Pennsylvania museum has solved the mystery of a Renaissance portrait in an investigation that spans hundreds of years, layers of paint and the murdered daughter of an Italian duke.

Among the works featured in the Carnegie Museum’s exhibit Faked, Forgotten, Found is a portrait of Isabella de'Medici, the spirited favorite daughter of Cosimo de'Medici, the first Grand Duke of Florence, whose face hadn’t seen the light of day in almost 200 years.

Isabella Medici’s strong nose, steely stare and high forehead plucked of hair, as was the fashion in 1570, was hidden beneath layers of paint applied by a Victorian artist to render the work more saleable to a 19th century buyer.

The result was a pretty, bland face with rosy cheeks and gently smiling lips that Louise Lippincott, curator of fine arts at the museum, thought was a possible fake.

Before deciding to deaccession the work, Lippincott brought the painting, which was purportedly of Eleanor of Toledo, a famed beauty and the mother of Isabella de'Medici, to the Pittsburgh museum’s conservator Ellen Baxter to confirm her suspicions.

Baxter was immediately intrigued. The woman’s clothing was spot-on, with its high lace collar and richly patterned bodice, but her face was all wrong, ‘like a Victorian cookie tin box lid,’ Baxter told Carnegie Magazine.

After finding the stamp of Francis Needham on the back of the work, Baxter did some research and found that Needham worked in National Portrait Gallery in London in the mid-1800s transferring paintings from wood panels to canvas mounts.

Paintings on canvas usually have large cracks, but the ones on the Eleanor of Toledo portrait were much smaller than would be expected.

Baxter devised a theory that the work had been transferred from a wood panel onto canvas and then repainted so that the woman’s face was more pleasing to the Victorian art-buyer, some 300 years after it had been painted.

In the case of Isabella, in order to secure an alliance with the Orsini family of Rome, she was married to Paolo Giordano I Orsini when she was 16. Contrary to popular belief, people in Renaissance Europe weren’t all that into child brides, this was just about the politics, so she stayed at her father’s household in Florence until she was of appropriate age. And then she just sort of… never left. Her new husband had zero concept of money, and her dad actually kinda hated him even though he was the one who arranged the marriage in the first place. So Isabella and her 50,000 scudi dowry (at a time when the average Italian earned somewhere between 10 and 40 scudi a year) stayed in Florence. Because she never went to Rome to live with her husband, she enjoyed enormous freedom and power back in Florence. After her mother died, she basically stepped into the role of First Lady of Florence, and was considered one of the keenest political minds in Europe. She ruled what she wanted, bought what she wanted, and fucked who she wanted, with no one really able to tell her no.

She was eventually assassinated by her husband while she was on holiday at one of her family’s country villas, probably because she was fucking her husband’s cousin, Troilo Orsini. Well, she had an “accident” while bathing, and Paolo Orsini said she must have drowned, but the coroner said she was strangled, and several servants swore they saw him do it. He might also have done it on the orders of Isabella’s brother, Francesco Medici, since he was trying to consolidate his power as the next Grand Duke, and by all accounts she was definitely in his way because of her political savvy.

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the garden collection // colors organized neatly

emily blincoe (prints here)