Showing posts with label weekly character. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weekly character. Show all posts

Friday, August 5, 2011

Weekly Characters

Since I was not able to do last week's character, due to having been on a trip, I will profile two characters today.
The one to make up for last week's:
Margaret, Elizabeth and Wilhelmina, from left to right. Three sisters, though one, (Wilhelmina,) by marriage. It is in the 1770s, and they are being painted to commemorate two events: Margaret and Wilhelmina's brother Nathaniel's third wedding anniversary, and Elizabeth's engagement to a young merchant by the name of Jack Hastings. The secret they are all inwardly laughing at is that the real-life backdrop of this portrait is in fact not what you see in the completed picture, but a simple room in the painter's home. Elizabeth, however, wishes that they truly were by a great window in a stone castle with burgundy drapes, for she is a dreamer who loves adventure, romance and daring. Practical Margaret thinks she is silly to dream of such things "when they can never come about". Both sisters encourage their sister-in-law to pursue her talent at embroidery, (which she is doing in the painting,) by selling her masterpieces of stitchery to an upholsterer's or some other such trade which could put Wilhelmina's work on public display. However, she is not vain about her talent, and does not wish to exhibit it in such a fashion. "Giving my embroideries as gifts to my family is enough to satisfy me," Wilhelmina often tells her sisters-in-law. Elizabeth was at first shocked when she heard Margaret suggest the idea that her husband's sister should sell her embroidery, for Margaret would never even think of doing such a un-ladylike thing as "selling her art, scandalous idea!" herself, but this shows Margaret's nature of apreciating other's artistic works so much that she would even suggest such a thing!


This week's:
Mimi Jacquard, one of the many models for a fashion house in New York City in 1951, pauses at the stair of her apartment building and is rapidly sketched by a young artist, Henri Glederé living above her.
        Mimi was born in Paris, France in 1930, and before she had even graduated from high school she was working as a fashion model there. When she was ninteen, her way with fashion was spotted by the head of a New York City fashion house visiting Paris to search for new models, and was hired on the spot. Mimi's sophisticated and somewhat haughty demeanor was just the thing the designer wanted to demonstrate his new line of clothing.  Mimi loved New York from the moment she stepped off the ship, immaculate in her oh-so-stylish traveling outfit of a full, flowing navy blue pleated skirt with a matching jacket cinched tightly at the waist, pumps dyed to match, and an also matching hat with a large, stiff, skyward-pointing feather. 
          Henri is secretly smitten with the elegant Mimi. However, until she can overcome her distainful, cold air towards the financially struggling Henri, his infatuation is hopeless. If only Mimi would find out that his name is spelled with and "i" instead of a "y", her heart might soften towards him upon realizing he is a fellow Frenchman! How Henri would be devastated if he were to find out that Mimi was on her way to dinner with her beau Digby Hardey!
          If only he could break through her cold exterior to find the warm, wholehearted instead of distant person which Mimi does not even seem to notice is there.
               
(Disclaimer: the stories above are completely fictional and all the characters are of my own invention. The paintings are not of the characters in the stories, nor was the sketch done by Henry Gledere.)

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Weekly Character

Each week I'm going to pick a picture from my extensive historical fashion picture folder, whether a Victorian fashion plate, a '50s model, a 18th century Duchess or a Regency dancer, and create a small profile of the person. Of course, I'll choose images of unidentified people, because the whole point of this is to make up who the person is.
Today this picture caught my eye:

                               
The lady in the center is Lucille Marie Vensten, nee Georget, and her children are Isabel and James, or "Jamie" for short. She was born in France in 1882, and as this picture looks to be about 1910, she is twenty-eight. She met Henry Vensten, a British painter, at a art convention in Paris in 1901. The two were married in 1902, in an outdoor ceremony at Henry's parent's villa in the south of France. In 1903, their daughter Isabel was born, and their son James in 1906. Lucille is also a very artistic person, and takes delight in sketching miniature portraits of Isabel and Jamie.  When Jamie was two, the Venstens moved to Italy, where Henry is an artist. They live in a little seaside cottage, with extensive gardens that Lucille tends every morning. The base drawing for this idyllic portrait was quickly sketched by Henry one morning in May when he saw his son bringing his mother and sister a rose from the giant rosebush by the front walkway. He presented the painting to Lucille for her birthday in September, and it hangs in the sunroom, which is Lucille's special place.

(Disclaimer: the story above is completely fictional and all the characters are of my own invention. The painting is not of Lucille, Isabel and James Vensten, nor was it painted by Henry Vensten.)