…the Age of Enlightenment introduced new ways of bringing science and culture to curious audiences…
the xylotheque was an experiential botanic expedition, an exquisite art form, and an ingenious way to examine the beauty and value of its plant specimens.
The final component that left me totally obsessed with the Sherlock Holmes series (so far, at least) was the fashion–exclusively that of the gents, though the ladies looked lovely as well.
Hats, jackets, vests (or, waist coats, if you please), scarves, cravats, canes, crops, and LOTS of tweed.
Like the rest, the details were delightful. Right down to the nails in Watson’s shoes. Holmes particularly had a zillion great vests–the black-and-green was my favorite. I couldn’t find a decent representation of the pattern, but it reminded me a bit of something you’d find embossed on the label of a fancy bottle of absinthe. The chair here, brilliant also. But the true star of this ensemble is the corduroy coat.
Though Holmes professes to not get along with horses, I was amused to see him toting around a riding crop. Perhaps to keep them in line? For a full analysis of the garb in Sherlock Holmes, visit:
Clearly there is a fine respect for jackets in this film, which I heartily approve of, and endorse, thanks to my own affinity.
And in case you haven’t gotten enough of Edwardian Fashion with a modern aesthetic do check out the runway show from Alexander McQueen’s Autumn 2009 collection (bonus: musical accompaniment by Raymond Watts)
January 20th is the feast day of Saint Sebastian–my Confirmation Saint. He was a soldier in the Roman army who was posted to a tree and shot full of arrows for his faith. Left for dead, he was nursed back to health by the widow Irene. According to Catholic.org,
Soon after, Sebastian intercepted the Emperor, denounced him for his cruelty to Christians, and was beaten to death on the Emperor’s orders.
Inside the Church of St. Sebastian in Rome, Italy:
The arrows are relics. My favorite depiction of Sebastian.
And my second favorite, by Jean-Jacques Henner (1889). Though Sebastian himself looks lovely here–vulnerable, stoic, ethereal–my favorite thing about this is the women attending. Dressed in black cloaks, as much apart of the night sky as anything else. It’s as though they’ve materialized in the blackness, or whipped in on some dark wind, to Sebastian’s side.
Tablet from the same.
I also came across this delightful derivation. It looks Edward Gorey-esque!