Ok, this is a post of sheer self indulgence. I’ve been looking at trinkets, gewgaws, baubles and what have you’s at the S’ant Ambrogio flea market. And I find them quite delicious.
Up to now I have at least tried to make my maunderings have some kind of cultural and critical context. This one is just about stuff that I think looks nice.
But I might be in good company.
“Colour is what gives jewels their worth. They light up and enhance the face. Nothing is more elegant than a black skirt and sweater worn with a sparkling multi-stoned necklace.”
Christian Dior – he liked the happy, shiny stuff – especially against a tasteful black background.
There is almost an embarrassment of riches.
Hear how they jing, jing-a-ling-a,
Bright, shiny beads.
My heart will sing, sing-a-ling-a,
Wearing baubles, bangles and beads.
I’ll glitter and gleam so,
Make somebody dream so,
That someday he may buy me,
A ring, ring-aling-a,
I’ve heard that’s where it leads,
Wearing baubles and bangles and beads.
From Kismet , by Wright and Forrest, with music by Borodin, from the original play by Edward Knoblock.
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.
Yes. I guess that’s it.