FERDINAND PIATNIK & SOHNE A.G. & Editions Philibert

For almost 200 years, Piatnik has made the most beautifully made playing cards....and, although I have over 1000 decks of cards, the Piatnik cards are always my favorites.. The supremely gorgeous deck, however, is Paul-Emile Becat's, published by French playing card publisher Editions Philibert in 1962. The French playing card publisher Editions Philibert produced what has become regarded by many as one of the most beautiful decks of playing cards ever produced. Inspired by a set of erotic paintings by Renaissance masters, which the monk Savonarola had destroyed in 1496..... because they revealed too much of the intrigue and sordidness of Borgia family life, Becat spent 4 years creating this splendid deck.....

Corrette - Le Phenix - Les Delices de la Solitude by Musica Franca

SOAPDISH

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I like containers and holders for soap......covered containers for scented soap, so that, when the cover is lifted...the perfume escapes to one's nostrils.......and open "shelves" like this one for decorative or colored soap.......my favorite is a bronze turtle which has a crane on the "shell", which is lifted to access the chanel soap within....I still use the old black and white plastic Erno Lazlo box for hard, grainy sea-mud soaps......I guess I like containers, in general......decorative containers for just about everything......
Mozart 4 Quartets for Strings and Winds by American Baroque

AZALEA VINE

 

Remnants From Paradise by Werner Durand

SUNSET PLEASURES

focusing into the fractal's corner, even knowing that the imaginary lines that make that corner are but that.... the uncontainable stretches to infinity....only defined by the limits imposed upon its navigational expression by that finishedness of finite learning, viewed from the context of expanding consciousness. Now, words become the pastels and jarring black inks of dreaming the dreams of what may manifest in the approaching fronts of thinking....and, indeed, i have heard music, at the oddest occasions, that has assaulted the vapor of evanescent being that settles about this aging structure that i inhabit.....Poets share this yearning for walking, thus falling, into the vortices of the incomprehensible matrix continuum... and in my memory.....the scent of flowers, velvety stems of white and pink and darkest blood-red, wafts in the cool, humid breeze.... the jewelled birds arrive to nest in the trumpet vine that grows, like a mighty python, through the lattices of the garden decks.....now, yesterday's tomorrows.....

 
Opium by Jesse Manno