I LOVE this, seeing the same lady through those different eras and styles! So cool!
Ain’t it cool? Usually you get to see one, maybe two portraits of a specific person of the past. Unless royalty or otherwise famous, of course. But here you have the same woman painted, drawn and photographed over and over again, from teenage years and until old age. It’s just so incredibly fascinating.
Spooky story about this: On Sunday I worked at the manor where these portraits hangs. I talked a bit about her during a guided tour, and said that her portraits are everywhere. I also pointed some of them out during the tour.
Well, come closing time, where I blind all windows and it’s pretty dark and deserted, a frame simply fell from the wall and smashed down to the floor. This was after various doors had just opened up, for no apparent reason, during the tour, and I kinda just expected stuff to happen. But not things falling down from the walls! I took the frame out into the kitchen, where the curator of the place was. And she was like “Ah, Juliane”. It was a portrait of the lady that I didn’t know about. Apparently Juliane felt I needed to know about it…!
Luckily the portrait was not damaged, apart from a tiny plaster bit being knocked off the frame, and a tired string that needed replacement. But that was one of those old-house-living-its-own-life kind of days…!
Marilyn Monroe looking at a statue of Edgar Degas’ Little Dancer of Fourteen Years (1956). Photograph by John Huston taken at William Goetz’s house.
Reportedly, Monroe was so emotionally affected by the sculpture that she wept when she saw it. In 1881 Degas first showed this sculpture of the dancer Marie van Goethem at an exhibition of impressionist art. The sculpture was made of wax and dressed in a real bodice and tutu and had a wig of real hair that was tied up with a fabric ribbon. Goetz had one of the 28 bronze repetitions of the sculpture.
Draco had no idea what had possessed him to say yes to the
photoshoot. The editor of Witch Weekly had practically begged him. She
had been over the moon that famous Harry Potter had agreed to a very
personal photo series and the editor wanted the best photographer for
this. So naturally, she had come to Draco.
“I want the Chosen One as
we’ve never seen him before. I want sultry, I want sassy, I want steamy,
I want sex!” she had practically screamed at him. He had been reluctant
at first. He had no desire to be anywhere near his former arch-nemesis.
But this was a great opportunity.
So here they were, in Draco’s studio, Potter in his old Gryffindor
uniform. It clung to his body more tightly than Draco remembered. The
prat had filled out quite a bit.