(via Often, the night makes promises that the day cannot keep. But every so often, the night’s ideas are so filled with hope, innovation and never-ending positivity that it leaks into the day and this is when the fat chick soars. : Photo of the Week : Cat’s House of Fun : Catay.com)
I need to think about this a bit further.
(via Shortly after this photo was taken, the fat chick participated in rolling out the barrels. She rode atop a barrel and moved it fully out of storage. It was unfortunate that the camera battery died just moments before she hopped up on the wine barrel. Trust, it was spectacular footwork! : Photo of the Week : Cat’s House of Fun : Catay.com)
(via The fat chick is agitated.
(I’ve been doing this online display of my photos for nearly 17 years. There have been “haters” all along — that comes with the territory. What’s upsetting is that recently, I’d say the last two years, the number of quasi-death threats has dramatically increased. The messages say things like: “Die, die, die!”,”Please die”, or “So angry right now. Fucking die!”. If you are posting death wishes out of ANGER about fat people even existing, get some mental health assistance. You could be living a much happier life.) : Photo of the Week : Cat’s House of Fun : Catay.com)
The Fat Women by Igor Grabar (1904)
This makes me want to go to a bash.
I was unfamiliar with this piece. This is from wikipedia, which, may or may not be accurate:
According to Grabar, in 1898 prince Shcherbatov invited him to an exclusive party held at some French banker’s mansion in Paris. One room there was filled by lavishly dressed fat women sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. The “phalanx of fat, feathers and diamonds”, wrote Grabar, was as fascinating as it was disgusting (“было нечто чудовищное, отвратительное, отталкивающее в этой фаланге мяса, пуха и бриллиантов, но было и нечто притягивающее, завлекающее, магическое”) and became his favorite subject for a short time. Grabar at first considered his 1904 Fat Women among his best works, but by 1906 he refused to display it in public as substandard despite Diaghilev’s pleas - Grabar 2001, chapter 6 page 11
OMG…this is me.
I wanna try this!
From way, way back. Breezy.
Socks…that actually fit a super fat leg! Miracles do happen!
See that look in my eyes? That’s from inhaling too much plastic smell. Kids, do not attempt this at home. I’m a professional.
Engorging Elspeth 2, WIP2
I’m usually not a fan of fantasy art, but I love the way this artist uses light. Just beautifully done.