Anne Louise Averyさんのイラストまとめ

Developed in the 1860s, the "en-tout-cas" ("in any case") could be used either as a parasol or an umbrella, useful in changeable summer weather. This silk example from the the late 1920s includes a stern-faced duck as its handle.

(Wet afternoon, 1930, by Ethel Spowers)

Birds and Flowers, Wind and Moon, in the Modern Style (Imayô kachô fûgetsu 今様花鳥風月)

Keisai Eisen (1790–1848)

@MFA

For a very hot morning, the Queen of the Night fan, painted by Gustave-François Lasellaz (1848-1910) and scattered with rose diamonds.

The tortoiseshell sticks are particularly lovely, delicately carved and pieced to evoke rays of moonlight.

From the Fan Museum.

A Rose Garden by Maria Oakey Dewing from 1901.

Maria loved the abstract nature of flower painting, writing that the "flower offers a removed beauty that exists only for beauty, more abstract than it can be in the human being, even more exquisite."

@crystalbridges

A Summer Morning
Rupert Bunny
1897
Art Gallery of South Australia

A 1935 organza & tulle dress by Madeleine Vionnet, decorated with a flight of white velvet swallows. Just the thing for a party at your theatrical pal's rambling Kentish farmhouse by the sea – Count Basie & old roses in the garden & distant foghorns sounding across the Channel.

Winslow Homer’s “Summer Night,” painted at Prouts Neck, Maine, in 1890.
@MuseeOrsay

In Finland, the Northern Lights are called "revontulet" or "fox fires". One old folktale tells of an Arctic fox running and scampering in the far north, throwing fire coloured lights up into the dark sky by sweeping frozen snow crystals upwards with his tail. #FolkloreThursday

"It was the damp, midgy August of 1881, when 'it blew a good deal & rained in proportion'..Robert Louis Stevenson, weak, tired & spitting blood, was recuperating in Braemar.." My essay on the writing of Treasure Island for @Panorama_J https://t.co/NGpQX9qYwz
#NationalWritingDay

The brief vignettes of lives amidst the girders and boulevards sing from the pages, the washing lines on Rue Beethoven, the weary souls on the Bateau-Mouche and trudging up la rue Lamarck, and a man's quiet despair in the Jardins du Trocadero - in the first tweet above.