I feel like this one might merit explanation.
If, for some reason, like never having been a determinedly romantic and dreamy 13-year-old girl, you aren’t familiar with Dante Gabriel Rosetti, behold:
I love a painter who picks one model and sticks with her.
Of course, I also love a Pre-Raphaelite in general – combining art and reading? W00t! — and I desperately wanted to be a redhead who hung around in trees and bowers wearing velvet and occasionally holding swords, so, yeah. Rossetti was my jam, yo.
Neurotic Owl 