Follow Me ~ Michael Melling
From the very August edition of Poetic Nights.
Waste not want not: all this jewellery was re-purposed from inherited family jewels. Clockwise from top left the miracle of workmanship that is the Duchess of Newcastle’s tiara with removable diamond plume/brooch; Theresa, wife of the sixth Marquess of Londonderry in an astonishing array of huge jewels all down her front, Queen Elizabeth (the Queen Mother) in full sail, and Duchess Evelyn, wife of the 9th Duke of Devonshire in her ‘honeysuckle diadem’.Even if they are recycled.
I never thought I’d tire of tiaras, but I may be just about cured of my obsession. Like the effect of too much sugar, I’m rendered a bit nauseous by looking at so many pictures of “real” ones, worth millions of dollars, all concentrated in the same hands for generations or acquired by newer oligarchical babes.
I pored over Geoffrey Munn’s illustrated history of gorgeous tiaras, which you’ll find on a shelf in the Redmond Barry room here at the State Library of Victoria and ended up feeling quite sick, as if I’d eaten a custard Magnum in a baroque palace while a person who doesn’t wash their own hair asked whether I enjoy polo.
It’s not you, tiaras, it’s me — and the ennui. I just need some space in the relationship. I’m sure after a decent separation we can get back together.
Someone asked me the other day what’s the weirdest thing posted on this blog. Probably not the vampire coronation by a studiously creepy man in a paisley jacket of a recalcitrant undead teenager who seems to have just been told to tidy up her room.
Reblogged from weirdvintage:
Jonathan Frid crowns NJ-native Christine Domaniecki ”Miss American Vampire”, 1970, photo by Chris Wild
The Viking shieldmaiden Lagertha wife of Ragnar Lodbrok by Morris Meredith Williams (1913).