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“Queen of Persia” Costume

Paul Poiret

1913

In his memoir ‘King of Fashion’,  Poiret wrote ’It was on returning from a Bal des Quat'Z'Arts, in the month of May 1911, I think, that I decide to give, in my salons and gardens in Paris, an unforgettable fete, that I called 'The Thousand and Second Night“. He was aided and abetted by his close friend Raoul Dufy. Poiret described how, on the night, his guests had their costumes vetted and if they had arrived in evening dress or fancy dress that bore no relation to his Persian theme they were requested to go upstairs and change into costumes that he had thoughtfully provided, but if they refused then they were asked to leave. 

Mademoiselle Barachin obviously wanted to look her best and commissioned Monsieur Poiret himself to make her costume. She was rewarded by being dressed by the couturier as 'the Queen of Persia’, which was surely a great compliment. His own beautiful wife, Madame Denise Poiret, was dressed as the 'Queen of the Harem’. She was ensconced in a large gilded cage surrounded by her 'ladies of honour’. 

His guests were treated to a lavish party such as had never been seen before with orchestras, dancers, exotic food, the trees covered with’ luminous fruit’, exotic birds and monkeys, who all escaped in the dawn over the roof tops of Paris. Poiret himself, was dressed as the Sultan of course. He sadly recalled, ’These fetes, in which I gathered together all my friends, did me a great deal of harm among my enemies, and raised against me those who had not the good fortune to be admitted to them.’ This opulent party was seen in retrospect as a last great 'hurrah’ before World War I was declared later in June that year. Poiret’s business post war, with his love of excess, orientalism and fantasy was never to fully recover in a world irrevocably changed by war. 

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The performances in Human Nature/The Family of Blood are so. damn. good.

I’m giving Freema Agyeman the top billing here, because wow.  God bless Paul Cornell for being the one and only writer of the series to properly engage with the issue of race, and actually, to properly engage with the character of Martha Jones as a human being.  Freema takes that rare opportunity and she soars, proving herself to have acting chops in the same league as the most recent Doctor Who greats, Jenna Coleman and Pearl Mackie.  Though she’s brilliant through the whole second half, it’s actually the first half that I noticed most this time – until the second act, the script leaves it down to Freema, and Freema alone, to show that Martha hasn’t lost her memory, that she is the mysterious visitor from the future in this story.  So much of what makes the character work here is beyond the spoken word.

David Tennant, for playing a character who isn’t the Doctor, and then coming back to play the Doctor in one of his most spine-tingling sequences ever.  And again, bless Paul Cornell for being the one writer to engage with the flaws of this Doctor and not his strengths.  The Tenth Doctor works best in stories like this, where you see him for the unpleasant bastard he is.  The Doctor is elevated to a mythic, biblical (literally, considering the John Smith analogy) level here, but that all changes when Joan interrogates him and you realise, actually, that he’s just a very powerful coward.

Jessica Hynes, for being magnificent throughout, and for making me cry in that last shot of her.

The older actor to play Timothy, who is uncredited on Wikipedia, for making me cry again without even saying anything, godammit.

Harry Lloyd, for creeping the shit out of me, constantly.

Thomas Sangster, who is not of this world, for proving that when the Doctor goes back to being a white male – which hopefully won’t be too soon – he should be the one playing him.

And everyone else.  This is one of those episodes, like Heaven Sent and The Doctor Falls, in which everybody involved is doing their damned best to make an award-worthy episode of television.  No wonder they brought James Strong back, since this is one of the best-directed pre-Hurran Doctor Who stories.  And though most of the soundtrack sadly went unreleased, it still has a very special place in my heart – sometimes Murray Gold just pulls these sorts of scores out of nowhere, and every time they blow me away.

What a two-parter, seriously.

The Beatles as Cinnamon Rolls

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Paul

Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: George

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: Ringo

Looks like they could kill you and would actually kill you: John