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In Brazilian based designer Leticia Lampert‘s series, pictures of different places are mixed together tricking the viewer’s eyes when trying to identify where is it from. although the collage is intentionally evident, it is hard to tell where one place begins and the other ends. This combination, sometimes carefully planned, sometimes random, highlights the idiosyncrasies of so many cities that have gone through a rapid growth or periods of colonization that, later on, reappears in a spontaneous auto-colonialism lead by architecture trends and development desires.
It pains me to think about the tragic romances we’ll never know about.
A woman that followed her husband to war and was at his side when he died. She still remembers the way he stroked her face and told her to burn their letters and forget him, to find a new husband and live a mediocre life without him.
A female Civil War era skeleton was found in a swamp in Alabama, little do we know that he was as much as man as those who were born as such. We’ll never know that in the nights leading up to his death he shared a bed with his lover and fellow man.
The woman who ran away with the love of her life in her too tightly laced corset because her love was going to married off to a man. She sacrificed everything to be with her and only later began to question if it was worth it. Holland is beautiful, but lonely. She misses her little brother.
The elderly couple that clutched to each other as they were carted to those damned concentration camps. They didn’t know what would happen to them, their children, their grandchildren. But they were together and in that moment nothing else mattered.
A young man clutches another, he’s sick too but it’s not as bad. His best friend, the man he loved and wished to marry was dying. The government doesn’t care. He’s already lost friends and ex lovers and people he’d been through everything with. When his love’s heart stopped beating, he didn’t cry. He’d be joining him soon, after all.
All the letters that were burned or never written. All the artifacts destroyed because they contained sensitive material. All of the loves and tragedies that have been lost to history. I want desperately to tell these people’s stories, but it’s all gone.
Anonymous asked:
ciceroprofacto answered:
Considering he got invited to christmas dinner with Washington two days later, I’m inclined to say he wasn’t punished and I’m not sure why the musical implies that anyone would’ve been.
Dueling wasn’t illegal, and it wasn’t rare. Even the higher-ups like General Gates had duels when tensions got political. While it was considered barbarous in most circles, it was a gentleman’s final phase of conflict resolution where personal honor came into play and nothing else could bring satisfaction to their disagreements.
Washington wouldn’t call a duel against Lee himself because he had too much reputation to maintain and Lee still had influential friends. He might’ve not been pleased that his inner circle, including General Steuben and Lt. Col Laurens, were calling duels against him, but he probably wasn’t too upset that Laurens was doing it on his behalf.
I’m actually crying right now because it isn’t often that I see poly positive posts. Thank you so much for this.
You’re welcome. 💙
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