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“Ángel robándole la cartera a una monja durmiendo “ (Il cherubinni maleanti) Francesco Vanni
“ Por favor, Señor, dame una pista de qué le ha pasado a mi hermano gemelo “ (Die Traizionërrencriaturren) Lucas Cranach
“ Fíjate lo lejos que queda el parking de este sitio, macho “ (Il zoni di picnic particularmenti apartatta) Girolamo Savoldo
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APRIL 10: Dolly Wilde (1895-1941)
Although her fame never reached the height of her uncle’s, socialite Dolly Wilde still lived a fabulously gay lifestyle, enjoying the three loves of her life – writing, women, and alcohol – up until her death on this day in 1941.
Dolly Wilde, photographed by Cecil Beaton (x).
Born July 11, 1895, Dorothy “Dolly” Wilde came into the world just three months after her uncle, the playwright Oscar Wilde, was found guilty for “gross indecency” in the infamous Regina v. Wilde case. Her father was Oscar’s brother Willie, but he passed away when she was just four years old. After her father’s death, her mother was quickly remarried to a rich Dutch translator and the two raised Dolly together in London. Although she never met Oscar Wilde and her father was firmly estranged from his brother at the time of his death, many family members and acquaintances believed Dolly to be Oscar reborn; not only did she take after him appearance wise, but Dolly also shared her uncle’s gift for writing and his general lust for life. Growing up with the heavy shadow of Oscar’s memory looming over her, legend has it that Dolly would often dress up in her uncle’s old clothes, even his iconic fur jacket as depicted in his famous Sarony portrait. In the novel Truly Wilde, Joan Schenkar writes:
“Everyone who met Dolly Wilde remarked on the disturbing ways in which she was like her famous uncle. Some people felt that in Dolly’s enormous blue-grey eyes and virtuosic wit — so strangely like her uncle’s — they were seeing another ‘Oscar,’ born again in female form and playing to a smaller audience.”
Dolly was known for taking after her uncle, Oscar Wilde (x).
In 1914, Dolly left home for the first time to join the WWI ambulance corps. She was stationed in France for most of the war, where she had one of her first notable affairs with a fellow ambulance driver and heiress, Marion Carstairs. After the war, Dolly stayed in Paris and continued to live the life of luxury her last name afforded her. She was undeniably a party girl, which began to gravely affect her later on in life when she became addicted to heroin and made multiple suicide attempts. Despite the tolls it would end up taking on her health, it was the party scene of 1920s Paris where Dolly met Natalie Clifford Barney, who she would have the longest relationship of her life with. Natalie was an heiress from America who ran a popular salon at her home at 20 rue Jacob in Paris’ Left Bank. The two bonded over their self-destructive tendencies and love of writing. Although she was encouraged by her friends to publish her writings, Dolly refused, and one of the only surviving sources of her gift are her love letters to Natalie. In one, Dolly writes:
“I am a darting trout; shifting, glancing & flashing my iridescent tail in a hundred pleasant pools! …How long I shall keep in the path of virtue I can’t say but virtue with an object is so much more salutary than virtue with its own reward!”
Towards the end of her life, Dolly’s drug addiction consumed her and caused her health to plummet prematurely. Natalie eventually left her to be with the author Romaine Brooks, and so Dolly found herself living in a nursing home. She was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 44, but refused treatment. With the second World War approaching, Dolly fled France for England, where passed away on April 10, 1941 at the age of 45.
-LC
The story behind The Laundress.
Woman with red hair by Albert Herter, 1894
Portrait of a princess by Lavinia Fontana (1552-1614), 16th c.
Voguing is the same thing as, like, taking two knives and cutting each other up, but through a dance form. Voguing came from shade, because it was a dance that two people did because they didn’t like each other. Instead of fighting, you would dance it out on the dance floor, and whoever did the better moves was throwing the best shade, basically.
The name was taken from the magazine “Vogue”, because some of the movements of the dance are also the same as the poses inside the magazine. The name is a statement in itself. I mean, you really wouldn’t go to a ball to do the “Mademoiselle”. No way.
Like break dancing, the dance takes from the hieroglyphics of Ancient Egypt. It also takes from some forms of gymnastics. They both strive for perfect lines in the body, awkward positions, but it goes one step further.
It’s starting to make a name for itself, but I want it to be known worldwide, and I wanna be on top of it when it hits.
- Willi Ninja, Paris is Burning (1990) dir. Jennie Livingston
“I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.”
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Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
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