His Lordship, "Beau Monde" |
The doll stands about six inches tall and is made completely from porcelain, clothing and all. The lace was fashioned from 'real' lace dipped into a thin, clay slip. When fired in the kiln, the real lace burned away, leaving the dainty trimming you see here.
Best of all, (and Nerd Alert)! the doll is a mini-me! I wore the exact same ensemble when I played the role of the King and Queen's Royal Fashion Consultant at a Renaissance Festival!
Guess I'd best explain:
Ages ago, one of my first design jobs was as the set designer for the local Renaissance Fair. It was one of the weirdest jobs I had in a long-line of bat-crazy, coo-coo jobs I have endured over the years! But that's another story. I swear I am going to write a book about it someday. A scathing tell-all that will no doubt ascend the New York Times Best-Seller List. Anyway, once the show was underway I got some friends together and we all made costumes and were known as 'the Fops,' and basically we strolled around in frou-fy outfits, half-drunk on ye-olde mead, posed for photographs, presented impromptu fashion shows and basically made fun of customers clothes all day. And if you have ever been to a Renaissance Fair, believe you-me, there is a lot and I mean a lot to make fun of!
"Mirror, mirror in my hand, who's the fairest in the land?" |
Of course we were a huge sensation! The crowds adored us. Absolutely lapped us up. The set designer job turned out to be a big bust but we continued performing as the Fops for years. The group expanded and we even had footmen in gorgeous, matching livery and every year I designed a whole new, fabulous wardrobe for all! People used to come just to see what the Fops were wearing that Season! There was always a new design theme and color-story, usually based on what was going on in fashion in the present day. For example, the year I debuted the pink ensemble the doll is wearing, one of my favorite designers, Christian Lacroix, was showing hooped miniskirts on the runway.
I used to have steamer trunks bursting with my old costumes down in the cellar, but sadly, a lot of them mildewed and had to be tossed. You wouldn't believe what happens to silver brocade when a wine spill is left on it for a few years. It's def not pretty.
The woman who made the doll had a shop at the Fair and you can imagine how flattered I was that she would immortalize little-ol' me in high-fired porcelain! (There was also a taxidermist, who named a stuffed peacock after me, ha, ha)! The doll was terribly expensive and thank god my fellow co-stars pitched in and purchased it for me, or I daresay it would never adorn my bedroom mantle as it does today.
It is a rather good likeness, except for the bum! Even the artist who made it confessed that it did in no way compare to the real-life, god-given work of art!
At just over six inches tall, the doll almost works in a dollhouse. (except the base). Maybe I will have to make him a suitable palace setting to live in!
Well, aghast Reader, at the end of the week Glen and I are heading to Hawaii for some fun and some sun! And I have yet to make any preparations for the excursion! So I won't be around much for a while but promise to catch up with everyone when I get back, hopefully without too-terrible a sun-burn. Hope you enjoyed my sad little trip down Memory Lane...
Aloha! and Huzzah!