Painted Eyebrow Trends in Tang Dynasty
This is a chart showing different eyebrow trends in the Tang Dynasty. It’s based on a chart in Chinese Clothing by Hua Mei and Gao Chunming (2004), on pg 37. I wanted to create a chart that had the eyebrows on faces.
"Women of the Tang Dynasty paid particular attention to facial appearance, and the application of powder or even rouge was common practice. Some women’s foreheads were painted dark yellow and the dai (a kind of dark blue pigment) was used to paint their eyebrows into different shapes that were called dai mei(painted eyebrows) in general. There were literally a dozen ways to pait the eyebrows and between the brows there was a colourful decoration called hua dian, which was made of specks of gold, silver and emerald feather.” (5000 Years of Chinese Costume, 77)
"…during the years of Yuanho in the reign of Xuanzong the system of costumes changed, and women no longer applied red powder to their faces; instead, they used only black ointment for their lips and made their eyebrows like like the Chinese character ‘八’." (5000 Years of Chinese Costume, 77)
The black lipstick style “was called the ‘weeping makeup’ or ‘tears makeup’.” (Chinese Clothing by Hua Mei, 37)
Never stop thinking about eyebrows or talking about how they are my namesake feature. (Haha, though, remember when I used to not be a huge fan of my ridiculous last name?)
Not wearing any makeup on a weeklong vacation was really nice but I took out my eyebrow pencil yesterday and it was like oh right, I love my face when it looks like this.
It’s like a house covered in fairytale dragon scales.
Magical lands of magical magic via tileblr -ts
The roof of Stephansdom on a rainy day.
The only thing I had my parents buy for me on vacation, other than food, was a tiny souvenir teacup for $2 in the thrift store on Main Street, because the drawing on the inside is of the Wiener Staatsoper. Pride of place on my dresser, the new home for my rings and watch when I take them off to go to sleep.
Hey friends, if anybody knows someone who needs a room in a truly wonderful apartment in Prospect Heights and can afford to pay a little bit too much for it (lol, living in New York)—
We need a new roommate by the end of the month—and I guess my other roommates have done this enough times that they’re not worried about finding someone, but. It’s already the sixteenth. And I’ve been doing so well lately; more than anything else I’m annoyed that something to stress about has fallen into my lap.
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For what it’s worth, Dillion Marsh
My mother insisted on stopping for dinner last night at the Mystic, CT, Friendly’s, because she thinks of it as a New-England-road-trippy type of place to eat. And it was a little gross, but the upside was the amazing wall art. I’m talking huge framed stock photos of cottages or ships or rolling hills, with ice cream and grilled-cheese sandwiches lurking menacingly around the corner of the house or looming over the horizon. Exactly like if this gold ball were a scoop of Mint Chip. It was hilarious, and I semi-sincerely want one for my wall, except that it would probably smell like fried food and sugarhyped grandchildren.