31 January, 2012

Amen


I see, I collect – therefore I am.”


- Sir Cecil Beaton

High Profile

Madame Jean Tronchin by Jean-Étienne Liotard, 1758.

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi


Detail of the tomb of Maria Flaminia Odescalchi Chigi by Paolo Posi, Santa Maria del Popolo. Roma.

Magister Dixit:

Queen Elizabeth posing near the Waterloo Monumental Vase. Buckingham Palace.

"How small an selfish is sorrow. But it bangs one about until one is senseless." 

- Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother
(letter to Edith Sitwell, shortly after the death of George VI)
Beneath the flat and paper sky




The sun, a demon's eye,




Glowed through the air, that mask of glass;




All wand'ring sounds that pass




Seemed out of tune, as if the light




Were fiddle-strings pulled tight.




The market-square with spire and bell




Clanged out the hour in Hell;




The busy chatter of the heat




Shrilled like a parakeet;




And shuddering at the noonday light




The dust lay dead and white




As powder on a mummy's face,




Or fawned with simian grace




Round booths with many a hard bright toy




And wooden brittle joy:




The cap and bells of Time the Clown




That, jangling, whistled down




Young cherubs hidden in the guise




Of every bird that flies;




And star-bright masks for youth to wear,




Lest any dream that fare




-Bright pilgrim-past our ken, should see




Hints of Reality.




Upon the sharp-set grass, shrill-green,




Tall trees like rattles lean,




And jangle sharp and dissily;




But when night falls they sign




Till Pierrot moon steals slyly in,




His face more white than sin,




Black-masked, and with cool touch lays bare




Each cherry, plum, and pear.




Then underneath the veiled eyes




Of houses, darkness lies--




Tall houses; like a hopeless prayer




They cleave the sly dumb air.




Blind are those houses, paper-thin




Old shadows hid therein,




With sly and crazy movements creep




Like marionettes, and weep.




Tall windows show Infinity;




And, hard reality,




The candles weep and pry and dance




Like lives mocked at by Chance.




The rooms are vast as Sleep within;




When once I ventured in,




Chill Silence, like a surging sea,




Slowly enveloped me.





- Edith Sitwell

Back in the 90's, When Gianni Was Alive

“Zenobia’s Engagement”, Detail.
Baroque Tapestry Brussels mid‐17th century. After Justus van Egmont’s cartoon.
A Family Group, Sir Anthony van Dyck, 1634.

27 January, 2012

Born Today:

"Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius."

- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Magister Dixit:

"I'm worth more dead than alive. Don't cry for me after I'm gone; cry for me now."


- Marlene Dietrich

24 January, 2012

Socializing

Saint Longinus, Bernini.

Court of Heaven



The Forerunners of Christ with Saints and Martyrs, Fra Angelico, 1423.

Heads Up

Amor Vincit Omnia?


Les funérailles de l'Amour. Detail. Antoine Caron.

Pink Attitude

Home Sweet Home

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Sauvage

 La chasse au tigre, au lion et au léopard, Peter Paul Rubens, 1616.