A blog by any other name...

Hiroshi Yoshida 

But it’s a parody of Master and Commander’s opening title

PNG'D! (i didn't know the font so this is taken directly from the image)

— then it's art nouveau

and if the sexy lady has a bob cut or a hair cap and is wearing a column or flapper dress; there's a lot of geometry like rectangles, arches, rays, and diamonds; angels have super sharp wings and a lot of muscles; everything is steel, concrete, marble, gold, and red velvet seats; everything is VERY angular; and all the foliage is basically papyrus fronds; things feel vaguely Egyptian or Turkish or Mesopotamian; the fonts play with being very skinny or very thick and are sans serif with extra lines; or Gatsby would be found floating dead in that pool

— with lots of lush flora, tiny insects (like dragonflies) or graceful birds, stained glass, iron, warm golden lighting, lots of wood and wood carving (but now it's more wood paneling), a stylistic fondness for Japan, line weight variation in the font, and tile (but this time it's carved or sculpted on, not tiny mosaic)

but you're worried it's art deco

— because the forms (especially foliage) are very symmetrical and slightly more angular or blocky and graphic looking, things are more rectangular than circular or curvy in architecture, the patterns repeat more often, and more of the lamps are pyramids or rectangular, and there are nods to Egyptian or Ottoman style, and they used the color red (probably in an accent chair or carpet rug)

BUT there's no steel, concrete, gold plating or gilding, marble, big muscles, spiky or radiating diamond shapes, angular people, or flappers,

AND the vibes are jacobean, gothic, or spanish mission revival; they love some brick and stone; the wallpaper is an explosion of colorful pattern that could give you arsenic poisoning or help depict a descent into postpartum psychosis in a famous short story; but there are NO people to be seen, not even sexy ladies,

My illustrations the most based poem about tigers by Nael, age 6

"Howell Jenkins played rugby for Swansea University, and his doctoral thesis was on Spells -- his first degree was in Philosophy (probably Philosophy with something-or-other, but his interest was philosophy). One day he found himself being pursued by the four brothers of a young lady he'd played ever so slightly fast-and-loose with (no surprises there) who were chanting "Blood for Blod!" as they chased him down the street. Each of them was a huge forward who seemed to plan to use Howell's head for a ball.

Luckily a wing can generally run faster than a forward, and he stayed ahead of them as he made for the shelter of his sister's house, galloping up the steep streets and skidding on the corners like a centaur. He wasn't a magical practitioner in Wales, but he had been reading some particularly interesting spells that week, and as he ran he recited one of them; his hand on the doorknob of the house he intended to take refuge in, he cried out the final word of this spell, and as the door opened found that instead of his sister's hall, it opened into Mrs. Pentstemmon's foyer.

Since the pursuit was hot on his heels, he didn't hesitate, but dived through the door and slammed it behind him.

So now we know. That's how he got into Ingary. Of course, once he had demonstrated such powerful and completely untrained magical ability, Mrs. P had to train him, or there was no telling what trouble he might cause by accident.

Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.

Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.

The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.

By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree

Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved

For only the emperor!

The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century

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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long

Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.

The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue

My boner for you has caused me to hirple.”

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