Showing posts with label pout. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pout. Show all posts

Sunday, 22 November 2009

Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov



When he wasn't writing mad hard music about bumblebees, or teaching Stravinsky and Prokofiev and refusing to play their compositions if they submitted them in pencil... "I do not wish to go blind because of you!" (picky bastard), he was being attractive with side part and killer pout.

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

He composes and he pouts...


This painting of Robert Schumann is quite enjoyable - I particularly love the pout and the mole.

I also found an original for those discerning souls - the pout is still there and rival to 15 year old sluzzas.