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thegetty: abystle: John Singer Sargent (1856-1925) Venetian street. Sargent did not like to be photographed, but here is a rare image of him sketching and puffing on a cigar. The photographer, his friend Sarah Choate Sears, drew subjects from the same aristocratic circles as Sargent did for his paintings. John Singer Sargent, about 1890, Sarah Choate Sears, gelatin silver print. The J. Paul Getty Museum.

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abystle:

John Singer Sargent (1856-1925) Venetian street.

Sargent did not like to be photographed, but here is a rare image of him sketching and puffing on a cigar. The photographer, his friend Sarah Choate Sears, drew subjects from the same aristocratic circles as Sargent did for his paintings.

John Singer Sargent, about 1890, Sarah Choate Sears, gelatin silver print. The J. Paul Getty Museum.

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Russell Brand Destroys MSNBC Talk Show Host for Treating Him Like Shit

wowwwwwww.

Oh my goodness.

he’s truly fascinating. He really should be presenting shows rather than being guests on them, and he proves that right here
His intelligence is intimidating, I can see why she was getting nervous. it’s pretty staggering to see the contrast of personality

People do not give Russell enough credit; he is EXTREMELY intelligent and eloquent and he totally gave those anchors a taste of their own medicine without having to be nasty or rude, all while delivering a message. That’s talent.

I love him. His aim was true - right on target. Ouch.

Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the prospect of the interminable work to keep after, sickened also by the madness of the world that leaps at you from the newspaper, finally convinced that I will not be equal to it and that I will disappoint everyone—all I want to do is sit down and wait for evening. This is what I feel like, and sometimes I yield to it.

They were light years ahead of us. The difference was, we played ‘Route 66’ to the drunks at the bar, going, ‘Please like us.’ But here was this quartet who were standing there going, ‘We don’t give a toss what you think, you pricks — this is what we like to play and this is the way we’re gonna play it.’
They were from another century. It took my head off. They didn’t give a shit.

—Joe Strummer on The Sex Pistols (via johnlydon)

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