Let me qualify that title.
I like fashion from the 1600-1900s. No, scratch that. I love it. If it has lace, embroidery, seed pearls, silk, taffetta, more lace, gold braid, brodere anglaise or velvet on it, I like it. And if it’s all of those things together and on a man with long King Charles-type hair, even better.
I went to see the Dutch Masters exhibition at the National Gallery yesterday. Oh, good grief. Amazing. Not only for the clothes themselves, which were wonderful, but the depiction of the clothes. Rembrandt and Frans Hals in particular were studies in patience and attention to light and detail. I was completely in awe and could have stood in front of Hals’ Portrait of William Coymans all day without getting bored.
Frans Hals is probably most famous for his painting of The Laughing Cavalier, but I have to say, the Coymans is going into my lifelong favourite artworks list.
I miss going to galleries. Someday I’m just going to go into London and spend a whole day doing nothing but galleries.
In other news: I’m writing a new Nosgoth fanfic, for the first time in years. And colouring up an anthro panther for a friend of mine who’s been so very patient in waiting for it.
Ah! I’d have simply termed it a ‘menswear fetish’ and though my own preference is for the mid-twentieth century you still have my sympathy; good fabric and exquisite tailoring do not come cheap, if they can be found at all that is! I might have trouble finding a fedora to fit me but least I don’t have to look for swords, seed-pearls and crystal as well!