Archive | November, 2009

Leonardo’s Swans

22 Nov

I recently read this book and really enjoyed it. I have to admit that I approached it with some trepidation as novels about Renaissance Italy can be a bit hit and miss but this one was actually very good and clearly very thoroughly researched.

It tells the story of the two Este sisters, Isabella and Beatrice, daughters of the Duke of Ferrara both of whom were to become celebrated patronesses of the arts. Isabella was to become Marchesa of Gonzaga and makes occasional appearances in novels about Lucrezia Borgia as the two women crossed paths when Lucrezia married her brother and became Duchess of Ferrara. Isabella was by all accounts a bit of a domineering termagant who liked to have everything her own way and it must have been a bit of a blow to have the Pope’s beautiful, accomplished and notorious daughter appear on the scene as your new sister in law.

Beatrice was rather different. She is known to have been rather wild in her youth but later calmed down to become an exampolary wife and mother. Her husband, Ludovico Sforza, Duke of Milan was berefit when she died in childbirth on 3rd January 1497 at the tender age of twenty two.

The book is not only the story of the two sisters but also that of Ludovico, a powerful and intriguing man who set Renaissance Italy on fire with his dynastic ambitions. Like so many of these men, he wasn’t conventionally good looking but had so much charisma that no one seems to have noticed.

Two of his most well known mistresses also feature in Leonardo’s Swans: the beautiful and refined Cecilia Gallerani (1473-1536), who is best known as Leonardo’s Lady With An Ermine and Lucrezia Crivelli, who was Beatrice’s lady in waiting, which caused her mistress much distress and who probably sat for Leonardo’s La Belle Ferronnière:

 


 

Bosworth

22 Nov

I meant to write about the discovery of the actual site of the battle of Bosworth a while ago but what with one thing and another, it totally slipped from my mind but NO LONGER. Not that I have much to add, you understand, but since when have I let that stop me?

I was really interested to hear about Bosworth because my grandmother was a devoted and slightly obsessive Ricardian. A Ricardian being the silly technical name given to people who are obsessed with Richard III and determined to prove that actually he was a really nice guy and couldn’t possibly have done any of the nasty things that history and Shakespeare attribute to him. They call it rehabilitation, I call it white washing as, let’s face it, I don’t think it was possible for a Medieval monarch to ever be as white as snow and especially not one living in the dark and dangerous times of the Wars of the Roses.

Anyway, it made for an interesting childhood as I was dragged on regular pilgrimages to places associated with Richard: the Tower of London, Fotheringay, Alnwick, Raby, York Minster, Tewkesbury and, my favourite, Middleham Castle in Wensleydale, a romantic ruin where the grass seems permanently dewy thanks to the perpetual rain.

There were visits to Bosworth of course and I spent many hours tramping around the fields, looking for skeletons (I never found one, which isn’t surprising if we were in the wrong place really) and hoping to see a ghost. In fact, we spent a lot of time at battlefields during my formative years – Culloden, Sedgemoor, Glencoe, Flodden, Naseby, Edgehill, Long Marston and then later on the Somme and Agincourt. Dank, wet, miserable fields where the odd and eerie silence is broken only by the sound of the birds overhead and the cars driving past.

Blue plaque

21 Nov

I have terrible writer’s block so have decided to distract myself by beginning some tentative research for my next book, which will be about Mary Jane Kelly, the final canonical victim of Jack the Ripper.

I am VERY excited about this as it will involve spending time in Spitalfields and hopefully meeting up with some old friends for curry, gin and trips to All Saints.

Murder on the Orient Express, FINALLY

18 Nov

ITV have FINALLY released details of the upcoming adaptation of Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express, which will probably be screened sometime next year.

Like their brilliant recent version of  Death on the Nile, it sounds like it is going to be rather big budget with filming taking place in Malta as well as London and with Dame Eileen Atkins (hmm, I wonder who she will be playing?!), David Morrissey and Hugh Bonneville onboard as well as the wonderful David Suchet.

I can’t wait, although has anyone else noticed how much DARKER the more recent Poirot episodes have been? I wonder if, as with Midsomer Murders, they are filming two versions side by side – one for the post nine o clock audience and another that is suitable to be screened in the afternoons devant les enfants.

 

Tilt-shift photography

17 Nov

Eiffel Tower by Arnarbi.

Dave introduced to me to the wonder that is tilt-shift photography tonight. To be honest, I am not sure how it works or anything but am in serious awe of the optical effect that it achieves, which makes photographs of real, full sized things look like teeny tiny little models.

I could seriously look at these pictures for hours but have restrained myself and picked out a few for you to look at here. If you are interested in seeing more (and they are well worth a meander through) then there are loads here.

By Dutchb0y.

Mini Multnomah Falls by pforbinesque.

By Vincent LaForet?

New York scene by 01101001 01100001 01101110.

By 27147.

By metaphors.

Tram at Central, Hong Kong by roywkw.

Awesome aren’t they?

Some lovely paintings from the Carnavalet in Paris

17 Nov

I love this painting but sadly can’t remember who painted it or what it depicts! I’m assuming that it is a Paris scene though as it hangs in the Carnavalet museum in the Marais. Ah, I love it so much.Doesn’t it just make it feel like you are actually there?!

 

This is rather timely as the very, very, very lovely Lucy at Enchanted by Josephine has written the most wonderful post about my writing on her gorgeous blog! I am so touched and thrilled! The picture is timely because she has posted some teaser excerpts from the first three chapters of the book that I am writing and one of them features the very artistic Adélaïde who eschews the fashionable Vigée-Lebrun and takes lessons from David instead.

I have a feeling that I have seen this credited as ‘Thériogne de Méricourt’ somewhere and that seems entirely plausible as don’t you think this lady has a rather wild, reckless, anxious air about her?

This lady, in contrast is very prim, proper and correct as she pauses in the middle of her guitar lesson to look quizically back out at us.

The unbearable hotness of Andrew McCarthy

17 Nov

Today was clearly a day for nostalgia as I spent a very happy couple of hours lying on the sofa with Oscar while watching St Elmo’s Fire, which has been one of my all time favourite films ever since I was a mere slip of a girl, pale faced, long haired and about to embark on a lengthy and unattractive goth phase that would last until my thirties.

I hadn’t seen it for a couple of years but to my delight it was just as engrossing, fresh and entertaining as always even if I am now viewing it through the jaded eyes of an early thirty something these days. At the time, it made sense that Billy would request a ‘going away present’ from the hapless Wendy but now I am frankly aghast that he should not only ask but that she should be apparently delighted to go along with it. Also Kirby’s behaviour seemed merely enthusiastic and rather sweet when I was a romantic teenager but now he is revealed to be nothing but a rather inept stalker. Oh dear. Pillow sniffing? Oh dear, oh dear.

Anyway, never mind trying to pretend that I am capable of extracting some greater, philosophical meaning from John Hughes’ movies when actually it is probably really bloody obvious that the main reason I watch it is for the deliciousness that is Andrew McCarthy. Oh my. My peers in the eighties prefered Charlie Sheen, Rob Lowe or, heaven help us all, Ralph Macchio. I just shook my head and pitied them their boorish tastes, sensing that Andrew McCarthy was a sophisticated cut above the other actors of the time. Has anyone ever looked so cute while playing bongos? Or while having sex in a coffin with a preppy girl who never takes off her pearls? Or while flicking cigarette ash into a stir fry? No, they have not and don’t even try to pretend that they have because I simply won’t have it.

 

Kate Moss 4 Johnny Depp?

16 Nov

Do you remember where you were when you first heard that Kate Moss and Johnny Depp had broken up? Long before the matching of impossibly perfect DNA, teeth and cheekbones that is Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, there was Kate and Johnny – grungy, impossibly beautiful and radiating bohemian chic that wannabees like Sienna Miller and, God help us all, Jude Law can only aspire to.

It is almost unfair when these couples get together, colliding together like comets while the rest of us look on enviously and shuffle our feet. But why so sad? It isn’t like the rest of us stood a chance is it?

Yup, just go and look at that picture you have on Facebook of you and your ex boyfriend together. And then feel slightly sick.

Ah, those were the days.

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