Marie Antoinette - Blog Posts
the feminine urge to pierce my entire face get tattoos all on my body party all night and be a fucked up rude bitch but also the feminine urge to dress girly and be the sweetest angel ever. The feminine urge to hate everyone but also the feminine urge to love everyone till I'm sick. The feminine urge to be loved by a man but also the feminine urge to hate men.
I'm her♡
i wouldn't say so
girls when they remember.
𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚
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“Let them eat cake.” - Marie Antoinette
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Behind the portraits
It was afternoon, a dark, wet afternoon. And I was sitting at the foot of the large oak wood bed, glaring at Marie Antoinette.
“Let them eat cake”
I glared more.
“I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.”
I sighed and turned to Sappho, as if to ask her to help me in my predicament. But Sappho wouldn’t speak, she never did. My gaze shifted to the fluttering white curtains which veiled a painting of the Bal des ardents, illuminated by the old fashioned candles on the mantle piece. My frown returned as my eyes fixated themselves on the crockery in the background.
“When?” I questioned.
“January 28, 1398.”
“Joan, the duchess …?”
“The duchess de berri.”
“D’orleans…1407, isn’t it?”
It nodded.
“How?”
“Assasinated.”
“For the throne of the mad king.” I murmured and sank my head into my knees. After a few moments, I threw up my head and exclaimed, “I cannot go on like this anymore, I live as in a nightmare! Freedom I want and Freedom I shall have!”.
“Happiness and freedom begin with a clear understanding of one principle: some things are within our control, and some things are not” The thing quoted.
Despair seized me; I let out a half wild, inarticulate cry and buried my head in my arms as tears drenched the sheaf of parchment in my lap. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the thing stare at me coldly. “Do you blame me?” I demanded. “Do you think me weak to shed tears like this?” It pursed up its dried, hag like mouth. “Tell me, Do you hold me responsible for all of this?”, I clenched its wrist and asked. It silently shook its head. “No”. I loosened my hold and let go as it gave me a look full of reproach. It shook its head again, “No, I do not place the blame entirely on anyone in this matter, but thou must know that thou hath not played an unimportant part in bringing this about.” “Oh, I know! I know! And that just makes my burden a hundred times more heavier to bear.” I said, as the picture of Andromeda’s anguished face as she watched Cetus ravage the coast of Aethiopia flashed across my eyes.
“Was she very beautiful?” My voice sounded wistful.
“Who?”
“Her. The daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia.”
“Yes.” The thing’s eyes lost focus. “Very.” It said.
I rolled the parchments and placed them in a small brass trunk underneath my bed. Marie Antoinette’s picture slipped inside too, but I was past caring.
“Why didn’t hope leave when it could have?” I enquired.
“Zeus willed it.”
“Didn’t Elpis want to leave?”
“Perhaps.”
“I am sure that the only reason the sprite stayed was because pandora shut the jar before it could escape. I wish it had.”
The thing shrugged.
“When do thy leave?”, It asked.
“Midnight.” I replied, trying not to let a suppressed paroxysm of sobs get the better of me.
Night fell, I lingered near Henry V’s portrait, fiddling with the tapestry. I looked out the window and saw the moon emerge from the shadow of a black cloud and throw light upon the vase of white roses upon the windowsill. “The moon looks like a careworn old face.” I remarked, more to myself than anyone else.
I looked about the room with a strange wistfulness as I drew the sheets close. Something seemed to warn me. “But about what?” I wondered. I was woken up at midnight by the thing knocking over the rose vase. “Is it time?” I asked, silently praying that it was not. It nodded. And then there I stood, beneath the elm tree and among the shadows.
Little did I know, that it was the last time I would set eyes upon the elm. I stepped inside the quaint carriage, huddling my trunk closer to me. I felt the chilly wind of the night nip my face. We had not made it ten feet across the old wooden bridge over the chasm, when I heard a sickening creak and felt the bridge collapse under us. The ropes had given way. The carriage toppled over, smashing my trunk open and spilling all of its contents. I plunged into the abyss along with the vehicle. Feeling that I was about to die, I frantically tried to hold onto something before we hit the ground. And what should be the thing my eyes finally beheld at the end of my life but the face of … Marie Antoinette?
Marie Antoinette (2006) + Headpieces
Marie Antoinette's hats.
Marie Antoinette (2006) + Headpieces
Marie Antoinette's headpieces.
“You love flowers, madame, and so I have a bouquet to give you; this pleasure house is yours.” - Louis XVI presents the key to the Petit Trianon (hanging on a ribbon and sparkling with 531 diamonds) to Marie Antoinette, 1774
“To me the core element of the story is that she was a symbol of decadence and frivolity and end of an era for France. I wanted to build our own costumes and create our own look using a young girl’s candy-colored palette. Because we’re making a movie about Marie Antoinette I thought we needed lots of silk and macaroons, and I asked Milena the costume designer to make the whole palette of the film in the macaroon colors for the young part of her life, and when I visited the real private apartments of Marie Antoinette they had the fabrics that she liked which were turquoise and pink.” - Sofia Coppola
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