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fleurdechair:

“A rare example of an 18th century memento mori skeletal band, dated 1727. A full skeleton, reserved on black enamel, encircles the gold hoop of the ring. Unusually, there is a crown above the skull, signifying death is the master of all, and below the skeletal feet is a tablet engraved with the words memento mori, flanked by symbols of the Passion. The bezel of the ring is in the form of a gold coffin, covered by a faceted crystal, enclosing a skeleton painted in gold on a black ground. To interior of the band are the initials of the deceased, J. B. and the date, 1727. The ring is size P and 1/2 [US 7 and 3/4] and the band is 1/4 of an inch wide. A wonderful example of a memento mori ring, in extremely fine condition.

£9500”

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beeslikehoney:

by nikoleherriott http://instagr.am/p/XDV5FWqIyE/

iceblack:

Ryan McGinley

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squaremeal:

(via honeycomb semifreddo / Herriott Grace)

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galasai:

Alle von Denen by Amira Fritz.

• Die in a club. Do 4 lines of something white and sparkly and dance against the ugly boy who gave it to you until you feel him get hard. Laugh. Sweat and puke and feel like you’re dying but don’t tell anyone. Hide on the floor next to the bar and follow the white light until morning.
• Die in your bathroom. Eat lunch in the sun and smile at your mother when she tells you that you look wonderful, you’re doing so well. Drive home with tears in your eyes and cramps in your belly. Run up the stairs and puke your guts into the porcelain bowl until your head falls limp into the water. Hang there until your mother finds you.
• Die in a car. Fight with your father and tell him he’s scum and the car he bought you doesn’t mean a damn thing when his heart is made of stone and his words are made of fire. Tell him you hope he kills himself. Grab your keys off the table and storm out in search of the nearest tree. Watch from below as your father pays for the car to be towed.
• Die in your bedroom. Turn on a record and open your desk drawer and slit your wrists eighteen times, one for every candle on the cake downstairs. Curl up on your floor and apologise repeatedly for the mess you’re leaving behind and the presents you didn’t open.
• Die in the future. Wait until you’re 45 with 3 children who hate you and a husband who won’t stop fucking your 23-year-old neighbour. Put a gun to your head and splatter your goodbye note with beads of red. Wish you had chosen something better.

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