muchos miscommunicados
oh that poor first dude... so poorly understood. And the second dude, also has no clue. maybe they can still be friends...
The sky, with some writing on
oh that poor first dude... so poorly understood. And the second dude, also has no clue. maybe they can still be friends...
Posted by ao tomato at 20:03 1 comments
Labels: foliage, friends, humour, linguistics, literature
I was fortunate enough to have a lovely chat to author Lesley Downer earlier this week, author of The Last Concubine, among other delightful works. Something which came up in our chat was the practice of 'sasabeni' (笹紅: bamboo rouge) a shimmering lip lacquer with an iridescent greeny tint, which was applied to the bottom lip by exquisitely dressed ladies in the late Edo period. We wondered whether the trend had originated in the court, the aristocracy or in the infamous Yoshiwara...
This moon has a touch of sasabeni about it.
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Labels: atmospheric optics, corona, literature, moon, romance
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Labels: dusk, notes, romance, stratus clouds, streetlights
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Labels: cirrus clouds, clouds, games, humour
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