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#Saturn Where are you? Can't do this alone any longer - www.reddit.com/r/ArthurNewh...
A brooding, cinematic tableau depicts a solitary woman standing barefoot upon jagged coastal rocks as a turbulent sea heaves below a storm-laden sky. She is viewed from behind, her long black hair whipped laterally by the wind, a diaphanous black gown slipping from one shoulder to reveal the pale architecture of her back. Her arms are lifted slightly, palms turned upward in a gesture suggestive of invocation or surrender. On the horizon, beneath a bruised firmament streaked with fading amber light, the ringed planet Saturn hangs luminous and improbable, its pallid glow piercing the gloom. Waves fracture against the cliff in white tumult, and the entire composition fuses Romantic sublimity with cosmic melancholy, positioning the figure as both supplicant and defiant witness before immensity.
February 19, 2026 at 1:08 AM
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Sabotage: during the first year of the restored Trump regime, OSHA recorded ‘a substantial drop’ in workplace inspections {NYT 18 February} www.nytimes.com/2026/02/18/u...
A sepia-toned allegorical illustration portrays four sharply dressed women in tailored business suits standing upon a gleaming stone parapet, laughing and gesturing exuberantly. One tilts a champagne bottle in celebratory spray beside a prominently displayed American flag, its fabric rippling against a smoke-streaked sky. Beneath them, in a ravine of collapsed girders, fractured concrete and pulverised masonry, construction workers in hard hats and high-visibility vests struggle amidst the wreckage. Faces smeared with grime and blood, they reach upwards in desperation, one man extending a mud-caked hand towards the elevated figures above. The composition emphasises vertical disparity: corporate triumph and spectacle occupy the summit, while labourers remain engulfed in ruin below, the scene functioning as a pointed visual metaphor for social stratification, indifference and the brutal asymmetry of power.
February 18, 2026 at 11:28 PM
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Olympics hockey (M): Team USA over Sweden in OT via Quinn Hughes, the Americans will play Slovakia in the semi-finals.
February 18, 2026 at 10:42 PM
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Microsoft’s chief AI officer has stated that nearly all white-collar jobs will be automated within a year and a half. {Futurism 13 February} futurism.com/artificial-i...
A cinematic night scene unfolds in driving rain outside a glass-walled, high-technology office. In the foreground, drenched men and women in business attire press their palms against the illuminated façade, faces contorted in disbelief and desperation, briefcases abandoned amid puddles and scattered papers. Beyond the transparent barrier, under cold blue light and cascading data screens, an elegantly dressed blonde woman in a flowing, metallic evening gown laughs and gestures triumphantly, flanked by identically poised female figures in tailored grey suits whose composure and synchronised applause suggest artificial precision. The interior glows with digital dashboards and algorithmic displays, while the exterior remains shadowed and chaotic, a stark chiaroscuro juxtaposition of exclusion and ascendancy, evoking technological displacement and the spectacle of power insulated behind glass.
February 18, 2026 at 9:55 PM
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Molly Ringwald, born 18 February 1968, sits pretty in arguably her most famous role: Claire Standish in The Breakfast Club (1985, Universal).

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A warmly lit publicity still from The Breakfast Club (1985) shows Molly Ringwald in a relaxed, intimate close-up. She reclines slightly on her side, propping her head upon one hand, auburn hair softly tousled and framing her face. Her expression is open and luminous, a half-smile playing across her lips, conveying both youthful confidence and reflective vulnerability. She wears a muted rose short-sleeved blouse, a delicate cream lace scarf knotted at the throat, small pearl stud earrings, and a slim dark wristwatch—details emblematic of mid-1980s collegiate style. The shallow depth of field renders the background indistinct, focusing attention upon her bright eyes and the naturalistic, empathetic tone that defined the film’s ensemble portrait of adolescent introspection.
February 18, 2026 at 8:55 PM
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“Only little people call it stealing. Big people call it borrowing.” — the esteemed Edward Arnold (18 February 1890 – 26 April 1956), as Jim Fisk in The Toast of New York (1937, RKO). Naturally, the little people continue to tolerate all this ‘borrowing’, but I digress.

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A richly coloured 1937 cinema poster for The Toast of New York features a dynamic diagonal composition dominated by bold, block lettering. At the top, three suited men—Edward Arnold, Cary Grant and Jack Oakie—stand in animated conversation, their faces turned towards one another in gestures of rivalry and ambition. Below them, Frances Farmer reclines in soft focus, gazing upward with a pensive, luminous expression, her coiffured blonde hair and satin gown epitomising late-Depression glamour. The title, rendered in sweeping red capitals with a looping gold “The,” cuts across the centre. Production credits appear along the lower margin, including direction by Rowland V. Lee and an Edward Small production, evoking the polished bravura of RKO publicity art.
February 18, 2026 at 6:50 PM
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Olympics: #Canada knocks off Czechia in OT, 4-3, to reach the semi-finals of the men’s tournament. An excellent hockey game.
February 18, 2026 at 6:16 PM
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#OTD 1885: Mark Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is published for the first time - www.reddit.com/r/EchoOfADis...
A sepia-toned, painterly scene at twilight depicts a young blonde woman standing knee-deep in dark, rippling water beside a weathered wooden jetty. She wears a clinging, translucent slip, soaked and tattered at the hem, its fabric rendered in muted ochres and umbers that echo the storm-laden sky. With one hand she steadies herself by grasping a rope tied to the dock; with the other she leans downward, her expression intent and troubled, reaching towards an upstretched arm emerging from the water below. The submerged figure’s hand breaks the surface in a gesture of desperate appeal, fingers splayed amid swirling reflections. In the distance, a low city skyline glimmers faintly under a brooding horizon, intensifying the atmosphere of peril, moral urgency, and suspended rescue.
February 18, 2026 at 6:02 PM
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#NowPlaying Vince Guaraldi - Watch What Happens. Dedicated to #Saturn.
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An impressionistic, painterly rendering of a sunlit sitting room suffused with molten gold and amber tones: a barefoot woman with long, dark hair stands upon burnished terracotta tiles, her body turned in gentle profile towards a tall window screened by gauzy curtains. She wears a translucent, cream-coloured slip that clings lightly to her form, its folds articulated through visible brushstrokes that fracture light into warm ochres and honeyed highlights. Behind her, a pale sofa, a textured throw, and an abstract canvas in rust and saffron hues establish a restrained, modern interior, while a broad-leafed plant rises beside a low wooden table stacked with books. The entire composition is animated by tactile, layered paint, transforming domestic stillness into a luminous study of atmosphere, texture, and contemplative repose.
February 18, 2026 at 4:51 PM
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A panoramic, storybook-style nocturne rendered within a parchment-toned border: beneath a star-latticed sky, a crescent moon and a distant ringed planet hang above a mist-veiled lake whose surface mirrors pinprick constellations and amber windowlight. Upon a grassy bank stands a pale, dark-haired woman in a diaphanous black gown, the fabric elongated into a wind-drawn train that streams behind her like shadow made tangible. Her posture is erect and contemplative, profile turned towards an island crowned by a Gothic citadel of spires, turrets and lancet windows glowing with warm, honeyed light. The water’s edge dissolves into vapour, softening the boundary between land and reflection, while the illuminated architecture rises from foliage as though summoned from dream or legend, suffusing the composition with romantic melancholy and restrained, medievalist grandeur.
February 17, 2026 at 5:22 PM
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A richly textured, Gothic fantasy tableau unfolds beneath a star-flecked sky: a pale young woman stands at the margin of a still, reflective lake, her long black hair streaming laterally in an unseen wind. She is clad in a black lace corset and matching undergarments, over which a voluminous, translucent robe billows like ink dissolving in water. Her expression is pensive, almost hieratic, as she gazes away from the viewer. Across the water rises an immense Gothic cathedral-castle, its spires needling the night and its lancet windows aglow with molten amber light. A crescent moon and a ringed planet hover above, intensifying the otherworldly mood. To the right, a narrow wooden boat floats with a single lantern casting gold reflections upon the rippling surface; to the left, a stone arch entwined with dark roses frames the composition, reinforcing its romantic, melancholic grandeur.
February 17, 2026 at 4:17 PM
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#Saturn A birthday plea to the heavens - www.reddit.com/r/ArthurNewh...
A moonlit, painterly fantasy depicts a solitary young woman standing barefoot upon a stony lakeshore, her figure rendered with Pre-Raphaelite delicacy against a hushed, nocturnal landscape. She wears black lace lingerie beneath a diaphanous, smoke-dark robe that streams behind her in the wind, its gauze catching the faint luminance of the sky. Her long, ink-dark hair whips about her pale face, which is tilted slightly upward in an expression of inward reverie or quiet defiance. Across the still water rises a vast Gothic castle, its innumerable spires and lancet windows aglow with amber light, stairways descending towards the lake in symmetrical procession. Above, a crescent moon and a ringed planet hang amid scattered stars, intensifying the dreamlike atmosphere. At the left margin, a small wooden boat with a lantern rests near the bank; to the right, climbing roses frame the composition, their dark blossoms echoing the scene’s romantic melancholy.
February 17, 2026 at 3:31 PM
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Among the foremost vamps of silent cinema: darkly magnetic, exquisitely sophisticated, and forever dancing on the edge of moral ambiguity. Nita Naldi captivated audiences with a presence both dangerous and divine. 13 November 1894 to 17 February 1961. {colourised Paramount publicity photo}
A finely colourised Paramount publicity portrait of Nita Naldi presents the silent-era actress in poised three-quarter view against a sombre, velvety backdrop. Her dark hair is sculpted in close, lustrous waves typical of the 1920s, framing a pale, oval face defined by arched brows, kohl-rimmed eyes, and a deliberately carmined mouth. She fixes the viewer with a cool, appraising gaze that conveys both hauteur and introspective reserve. Around her throat rests a double strand of pearls, echoed by pendant, diamond-set earrings that catch the light with restrained brilliance. A voluminous fur wrap envelops her shoulders, its dense texture rendered with tactile richness, heightening the image’s aura of opulence and cultivated allure. Along the lower margin appear the printed designations “C-70,” “NITA NALDI,” “PARAMOUNT,” and a studio signature, situating the portrait within the machinery of early Hollywood stardom.
February 17, 2026 at 12:53 AM
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Lone Star Justice: “A Texas grand jury has declined to charge a father who shot and killed his 23-year-old British daughter during a family argument”; a noted former prosecutor ‘believes local politics may have played a role’. {Dagens US 16 February} www.msn.com/en-us/news/c...
An allegorical illustration portrays a woman with blonde hair kneeling upon sun-baked, fissured earth, her posture folded inward in visible anguish. She wears a simple white chemise, its thin straps slipping against her shoulders, and braces one hand upon the cracked ground as though seeking steadiness. Her expression is tearful, eyes lowered, mouth drawn with quiet grief. Behind her, the outline of Texas forms a collage of symbolic fragments: oil derricks against a fading sky, a courthouse façade, a sheriff’s badge, barbed wire, suburban houses, a broken teacup, architectural plans, a child’s drawing, and weathered newspaper clippings. Muted greens and ochres wash the background, lending the composition a subdued, elegiac tone. The image suggests fracture, memory, and contested identity embedded within the state’s terrain.
February 16, 2026 at 9:11 PM
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Fare thee well, Mr Robert Duvall. Gutted to learn of his passing, but ninety-five years is a long and storied span. One of the bloody greats: a presence not easily replaced, nor soon forgotten. Godspeed. {AP 16 February; photo: Getty Images} apnews.com/article/robe...
A tightly framed, high-resolution portrait of Robert Duvall captures the actor in late maturity, his face illuminated by directional, amber-toned light that accentuates the topography of age: fine creases at the eyes, a furrowed brow, and the resolute set of his jaw. His head is largely bald, encircled by a sparse fringe of grey hair, and he wears a neatly trimmed silver moustache. Pale blue eyes gaze directly towards the camera with a measured, contemplative steadiness. He is dressed formally in a dark suit jacket, crisp white shirt, and light satin tie, the ensemble understated and dignified. The background dissolves into soft bokeh—emerald and shadowed hues suggesting an evening premiere or gala—thereby isolating his expression and lending the image a gravitas befitting a veteran of American cinema.
February 16, 2026 at 7:48 PM
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Olympic hockey: the US women rout Sweden, 5-0, to reach the gold medal game; await the winner of Canada v. Switzerland.
February 16, 2026 at 5:59 PM
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“The brain can retain some degree of consciousness for ‘minutes to hours’ after a patient has been declared dead by doctors”. {The Sunday Times 15 February; photo: Alamy} www.thetimes.com/uk/science/a...
A false-colour, sagittal section of the human brain is rendered against a black ground, its anatomical structures delineated in iridescent gradients of electric blue, viridian, magenta and sulphurous yellow. The corpus callosum arcs prominently near the centre, curving like a luminous crescent, while the surrounding cerebral hemispheres unfurl in convoluted gyri and sulci, their folds traced by neon contours that suggest metabolic or functional activity. The cerebellum, compact and intricately ridged, occupies the posterior region in dense green and indigo striations, contrasting with the more expansive cerebral cortex. Ventricular spaces appear as darker voids within the radiant matrix. The chromatic intensity and thermal palette evoke advanced neuroimaging—such as PET or fMRI—transmuting biological architecture into a cartography of cognition, perception and memory.
February 16, 2026 at 5:04 PM
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Tragic beauty Margaux Hemingway, 16 February 1954 to 1 July 1996. {photo: Cordon Press}

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A colour photograph of Margaux Hemingway presents her seated in a contemplative, fashion-forward pose upon a concrete ledge. She wears a sleeveless, rust-red sequinned gown whose fabric pools and scintillates beneath studio lighting, its surface catching the light in molten flashes. One leg is bent and raised, revealing tall, tan suede boots with stacked heels that introduce a note of rugged modernity against the gown’s glamour. Her wavy blonde hair falls loosely about her face, which is angled downward in a pensive, almost severe expression; one arm braces at her hip while the other supports her head, elbow propped upon her knee. Behind her, large industrial windows and minimal architectural lines create a stark, urban backdrop. The composition juxtaposes opulence and austerity, embodying the poised, self-possessed elegance emblematic of 1970s high-fashion iconography.
February 16, 2026 at 12:03 PM
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Vera-Ellen, 16 February 1921 to 30 August 1981: one of the foremost American dancers of the Golden Age of Hollywood, combining balletic precision with Broadway vitality. {photo: Getty Images}

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A colourised publicity photograph depicts Vera-Ellen in a rehearsal studio, captured mid-split upon a polished wooden floor. She faces the camera directly, legs extended laterally in a full straddle, her posture upright and buoyant. Her hands are lightly clasped before her, and she beams with an open, exuberant smile suggestive of theatrical ease and technical assurance. She wears a short-sleeved floral dress with a fitted bodice and flared skirt, paired with dark fishnet tights and pale ballet slippers tied at the ankles. A slim black choker encircles her neck. Behind her, a mirrored wall reflects the studio interior—wooden barre, folding chairs, and tall windows admitting soft daylight. The image conveys disciplined athleticism fused with the effervescent charm emblematic of mid-century Hollywood dance culture.
February 16, 2026 at 11:21 AM
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🪐 None too proud to say I need you. But.... #QueSeraSera
February 15, 2026 at 10:04 PM
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Damnit, I want MAGIC and LOVE back in my life. Of the feminine variety. And only ONE... #Saturn
February 15, 2026 at 9:59 PM
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Remembering Raquel Welch, 5 September 1940 to 15 February 2023. Seen in a colourised publicity photo for Fantastic Voyage (1966, 20th Century Fox).

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A studio publicity photograph presents Raquel Welch in character for the 1966 20th Century-Fox production Fantastic Voyage. She stands upon a low platform against a neutral backdrop, her posture assertive and slightly contrapposto. She wears a form-fitting, white zip-front jumpsuit cinched at the waist by a wide black belt with a rectangular metallic buckle. Matching white lace-up boots extend to mid-calf, reinforcing the streamlined, futuristic aesthetic. In her right hand she holds a glossy, domed helmet; at her feet rests compact diving apparatus, including a tank and coiled breathing hose, signalling the film’s speculative, subaquatic premise. Her dark hair is styled in a softly layered mid-1960s cut, framing a composed, self-possessed expression. The image exemplifies the era’s polished science-fiction glamour, merging utilitarian costume with cinematic allure.
February 15, 2026 at 6:35 AM
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#Azumeria: a Valentine's Day lament for the most aloof girl I've ever known - stoptheidiocracy2020s.blogspot.com/2026/02/azum...
A digitally rendered portrait presents a young woman seated upon a veranda, her back lightly inclined against a red-brick wall. Her hair, dyed in iridescent gradients of cobalt and teal, is gathered into a loose ponytail, with blunt fringe framing a face of luminous, porcelain complexion. She regards the viewer with a poised, faintly enigmatic smile; her eyes, a cool cerulean, are accentuated by precise eyeliner and long, dark lashes. A small septum ring and multiple delicate ear piercings introduce a contemporary, alternative inflection to her otherwise serene countenance. She wears a deep blue garment whose neckline reveals the elegant architecture of collarbone and shoulder. Behind her, a painted balustrade and verdant foliage dissolve into a softly sunlit garden, the sky suffused with warm, late-afternoon tones. The illustration combines graphic-line precision with painterly shading, creating a vibrant yet composed aesthetic.
February 15, 2026 at 1:39 AM
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#Enchantra A Valentine Day's lament for a girl in East Tennessee - www.reddit.com/r/ArthurNewh...
A highly stylised, mid-century glamour illustration depicts a blonde woman seated at an ornate vanity, her chin poised lightly upon her hand in a gesture of composed allure. Her hair falls in lustrous, sculpted waves, rendered in molten gold tones; her make-up is immaculate, with arched brows, softly contoured lids, and lacquered crimson lips that gleam against porcelain skin. She wears a black dress with a lattice-like neckline and a delicate pendant resting at her collarbone. Behind her, a heart-shaped mirror frames a swirling, nebular fantasia of incandescent reds, corals, and violets, as though the cosmos itself had liquefied into Valentine ornamentation. Translucent hearts and rose petals drift across a paisley-suffused backdrop. Upon the gilded dressing table stand faceted perfume flacons and a powder box, their glass and metal surfaces scintillating in warm, studio-like light that suffuses the entire composition with romantic, saturated radiance.
February 15, 2026 at 12:23 AM
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FINAL FROM MILAN: United States 6, Denmark 3: The Danes delivered a fierce and spirited performance for much of the contest, even surging to a 2–1 lead in the first period. Down the stretch, however, the depth and firepower of the American side proved decisive.
February 14, 2026 at 10:48 PM