An Elegant Sufficiency

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The icing on the cake

Just when I thought I had really done enough for one day, I spotted that sign.

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I thought about it for five minutes and then declared that, however tired I was, I really wanted to go and see that exhibition.  In no time, our friend had bought tickets and we were finding our way through a secret gateway with a passcode, upstairs.

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Up my alley?  100%.  This was an exhibit of Isabelle de Borchgrave’s work, based on paintings of the Medici family.

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Each costume was made from paper, scrunched up and crumpled to create a soft, pliable material and then painted, glued and formed into realistic costume.

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The detail was remarkable.

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As was the likeness to the original inspiration.

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I felt some costumes worked more successfully than others, but overall, the effect was stunning.

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Even if it was obvious that these were painted embellishments, it didn’t matter – that was the point, after all.

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It was the lace trimmings which were particularly interesting, I thought.

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Some were finely cut and curled, to give the impression of lace.

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Others appeared quite finely cut but on closer inspection…

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were simply painted onto grey paper and cut out.

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The whole thing was quite theatrical, with that same tromp d’oeil effect of a stage set.

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I was so pleased I’d not only spotted the poster in time, but been determined to see the exhibition as well.

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Especially when I recognised the poster shot.

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I bought a copy of the book to bring home and to share with my m-i-l Bettine, who would have loved to have seen it herself.  I’d not heard of Isabelle de Borchgrave’s work before, but I’ll look out for it again now I have.