hannibal’s wardrobe;  color analysis | inspiration 

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Zuhair Murad - Spring Summer 2011
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Hannibal Art Meme

The (Renaissance) Still Life
During the Renaissance, artists turned to the classical world, its literature, architecture, and art, for inspiration, and it provided the figural ideal emulated in painting in sculpture of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. It also provided, though to a lesser extent, early precedents for still-life painting. These could be found in trompe l’oeil murals and illusionistic tile work depicting fruits, flowers, eating vessels, bones, and skulls. Nevertheless, still-life painting in the Renaissance was consigned by art historians such as Giorgio Vasari to the lowest limbs of the hierarchy of the arts, as its execution was believed to rely less on divinely appointed genius than upon observation, science, and craftsmanship: an artisanal rather than artistic talent. By the end of the sixteenth century, several artists had challenged this convention, and a new generation of painters brought a greater naturalism, and with it an elevated esteem, to the genre. (x) (x) (x) (x)
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Galia Lahav 2014 MoonStuck Collection

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Sean Connery holding a camera, early 1960s


Some roads you shouldn’t go down.

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humxnism whispered: Tell me not to write a Clannibal fanfiction. Tell me not to stop.

'Goodbye, Clarice. Will you let me know if ever the lambs stop screaming?'


Pembry was taking her arm. It was go or fight him.

'Yes.' she said. 'I'll tell you.'

'Do you promise?'

'Yes.' she said. 'I'll tell you.'

'Then why not finish the arch? Take the case file with you, Clarice, I won't need it anymore.' He held it at arms length through the bars, his forefinger along the spine. She reached across the barrier and took it. For an instant the tip of her forefinger touched Dr Lecter's. The touch crackled in his eyes.

'Thank you, Clarice.'

'Thank you, Dr. Lecter.'

And that’s how he remained in Starling’s mind. Caught in the instant where he did not mock. Standing in his white cell, arched like a dancer, his hands clasped in front of him and his head slightly to the side. 

“He looked up and saw her and his breath stopped in his throat. His hands stopped too, still spread above the keyboard. Harpsichord notes do not carry, and in the sudden quiet of the drawing room, they both heard him take his next breath.” — Thomas Harris - Hannibal (via booksandpaperflowers)

humxnism whispered: CLANNIBAL TANGO. *rips off shirt and becomes a topless nun*


forgive me father for I have sinned