They will garb your brother Robb in silks, satins, and velvets of a hundred different colors, while you live and die in black ringmail. He will wed some beautiful princess and father sons on her. You’ll have no wife, nor will you ever hold a child of your own blood in your arms. Robb will rule, you will serve. Men will call you a crow. Him they’ll call Your Grace. Singers will praise every little thing he does, while your greatest deeds all go unsung.
Sophie à Venise, 1930
Gelatin silver print
[From the Réunion des Musées Nationaux]
Cabinet photograph of a young woman in a ball gown, 1880-90, English.
Grand Duke Nikolai Alexandrovich in 1870.
' You are looking into the face of a child, making eye contact across centuries. You see the play of lights on his eyes, his lashes, the patterning of the iris. He is serious, intent - perhaps a little questioning. Yet because this is a particular child - the child who will one day grow into Nicholas II, last Tsar of Russia - there is a historical irony at play here. You are aware of his future, he is not, and you are meeting him at a moment when the tragedy of the revolutionary years was beyond imagining. It might still have been prevented. He stares into the camera lens over 130 years ago. The camera and the photographer are long gone but the child lives on, his gaze captured on a frail piece of paper as if it were here and now. ' The Camera and the Tsars - Charlotte Zeepvat.
“This is a classic tale of female betrayal,” the 27-year-old starlet told the Daily News. “I feel all women who have been wronged can relate to that because you feel so foolish, so silly for falling for it. People come up to me and go, ‘I can’t believe you got Jon Snow with three arrows!’ Are you joking? Of course she did. He betrayed her. I fully back (my character) Ygritte for those actions, 100 percent.” — Rose Leslie for New York Daily News, April 2014 (x)
are we gunna have sex or are you going to continue to like my posts
That’s a cruel and ugly thing to do to an innocent girl.