Adapted from http://www.andersenstories.com/en/andersen_fairy-tales/the_swineherd
There was once a poor Princess, who had a kingdom. Her kingdom was very small, but still quite large enough to marry upon; and she wished to marry.
It was certainly rather cool of her to say to the Empress’s daughter, “Will you have me?” But so she did; for her name was renowned far and wide and there were a hundred princes who would have answered, “Yes!” and “Thank you kindly.” We shall see what this prince said.
Gossip Wolf and the Fox (The Fox and Her Cousin) -
Adapted from the Brother’s Grimm
The he-wolf sired a young one and invited the fox to be the godmother. “After all, she is a near relative of ours,” said he, “she has a good understanding and much talent; she can…
'Milky Way With Boats' (1912) by Felice Casorati (1883-1963). Etching and aquatint.
Image and text courtesy MFA Boston
The Art Assigment 13:
We’ve only lived at our current address for a few months so I don’t know anyone well enough to invade their library. Also we don’t have access to all our books so these are books we’ve accumulated over the past few years.
We love food.
(When will broccoli taste like chocolate? Real snacks, at home.)
And being healthy.
(Complementary and alternative medicine: Violent python, Mums know best!, go play outside!)
I cheated a little and used a deck of cards.
We love reading…
(A natural history of dragons: the never ending story. The Portable door. The wide carnivorous sky: a cautionary tale.)
(Grimm tales. Blood alone, at the mouth of the river of bees.)
(Thinking fast and slow about writing the neverending story.)
(Confessions of an economic hit man, swiss history in a nutshell.)
(A history of Korea: come in, we’re closed.)
It’s good to know how to protect yourself…
(The art of intelligence: how to tell if your cat is plotting to kill you.)
And how to dress well.
(Fashion 101. Chromophobia and confusion.)
(10 steps to fashion freedom: Fashion 101. Paper Doll Primer. The elements of style. Chromophobia. Heads, features and faces. The colour of magic. Fix-it-yourself. Get out of your mind and into your life. F**k it.)
I also made one on my kindle which is mostly filled with free books.
(The Story of My Life. The Pink Fairy book. The Winter’s Tale. Les Miserables. Night and Day. Debt: The First 5,000 Years. You Learn by Living. Sense and Sensibility. A Room of One’s Own. As You Like It.)
Marc Chagall - La fenetre sur l’ll de Brehat, 1924
O violinista azul, de Marc Chagall - 1947
"Woman using the ship" by Boucher, 1760s
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Adapted from http://www.andersenstories.com/en/andersen_fairy-tales/the_little_mermaid
So he passed quickly through the wood and the marsh and between the rushing whirlpools. He saw that in his mother’s palace the torches in the ballroom were extinguished and all within asleep. But he did not venture to go in to them, for now he was dumb and going to leave them forever. He felt as if his heart would break. He stole into the garden, took a flower from the flower-beds of each of his brothers, kissed his hand a thousand times towards the palace and then rose up through the dark blue waters. The sun had not risen when he came in sight of the princess’s palace and approached the beautiful marble steps but the moon shone clear and bright. Then the little merboy drank the magic draught and it seemed as if a two-edged sword went through his delicate body: he fell into a swoon and lay like one dead. When the sun arose and shone over the sea he recovered and felt a sharp pain but just before him stood the handsome young princess. She fixed her coal-black eyes upon him so earnestly that he cast down his own and then became aware that his fish’s tail was gone and that he had as pretty a pair of white legs and tiny feet as any little boy could have but he had no clothes, so he wrapped himself in his long, thick hair. The princess asked him who he was and where he came from and he looked at her mildly and sorrowfully with his deep blue eyes but he could not speak. Every step he took was as the witch had said it would be, he felt as if he was treading upon the points of needles or sharp knives but he bore it willingly and stepped as lightly by the princess’s side as a soap-bubble so that she and all who saw him wondered at his graceful-swaying movements. He was soon arrayed in costly robes of silk and muslin and was the most beautiful creature in the palace but he was dumb and could neither speak nor sing.