Dorelia, & John passing through
stopping in a moment to share a posting at little augury about Dorelia-and Augustus. the pair were friends of our Ottoline. do I have to mention Ottoline had a bit of a thing for the dashing bohemian-
No not Dorelia but Augustus.
The feeling was mutual-as it was with Augustus John and most any female that stood before him or his canvas. He was a "ladies man" -as they say. All's well that ends well-The three became lifelong friends-as Ottoline's copious photographs attest.Dorelia once John's mistress became his wife after his first wife died.
the story Here.
the photograph above from Ottoline's scrapbooks at the NPG, Here.
No not Dorelia but Augustus.
The feeling was mutual-as it was with Augustus John and most any female that stood before him or his canvas. He was a "ladies man" -as they say. All's well that ends well-The three became lifelong friends-as Ottoline's copious photographs attest.Dorelia once John's mistress became his wife after his first wife died.
the photograph above from Ottoline's scrapbooks at the NPG, Here.
CROME & OTT
Aldous Huxley was another of OTTOLINE'S- Men. No particular Facts are known or Rumour implied about the pair-however it is well known that the two had a mutual admiration for each other. Huxley sat out the first war at Ottoline's home-Garsington.
Published in 1921, Crome Yellow tells the Story of the country house-Crome. Crome wouldn't be of great import to Us-however it mirrors in many details Ottoline's beloved Garsington -though at the moment in Our OTTOLINE STORY-we have yet to step Over that threshold.
As I've just read CROME YELLOW, so I thought it would be time to share a few things about this Huxley novel. It is his first-take heart novelists-Huxley improved with the length of a few years. Crome mostly interests me for the descriptions Huxley gives Us of the fictional CROME-Garsington- & OUT OTT!
from the novel:
There was a long gallery, with its rows of respectable & ...rather boring Italian primitives, its Chinese sculptures, its unobtrusive,dateless furniture. There was the panelled drawing-room, where the huge chintz-covered arm-chairs stood, oases of comfort among the austere flesh-mortifying antiques. There was the morning-room, with its pale lemon walls,its painted Venetian chairs and rococo tables, its mirrors, its modern pictures. There was the library, cool, spacious, and dark, book-lined from floor to ceiling, rich in portentous folios. There was the dining-room, solidly, portwinily English, with, its great mahogany table, its eighteenth-century chairs and sideboard, its eighteenth-century pictures-family portraits, meticulous animal paintings.
All the Beds were ancient hereditary pieces of furniture. Huge beds, like four-masted ships, with furled sails of shining coloured stuff. Beds carved and inlaid, beds painted and gilded. Beds of walnut and oak, of rare exotic woods. Beds of every date and fashion... all of them grandiose, magnificent.
Huxley's Crome chatelaine is Priscilla Wimbush:
Priscilla Wimbush was lying on the sofa. A blotting-pad rested on her knees and she was thoughtfully sucking the end of a silver pencil...
Mrs. Wimbush laughed. Her voice, her laughter, were deep and masculine. Everything about her was manly. She had a large, square, middle-aged face, with a massive projecting nose and little greenish eyes, the whole surmounted by a lofty and elaborate coiffure of a curiously improbably shade of orange...
Today she was wearing a purple silk dress with a high collar and a row of pearls. The costume, so richly dowagerish, so suggestive of the Royal Family, made her look more than ever like something on the Halls.
Said PEARLS, "also it was there that she bought for me a row of pearls at the sale of the French crown jewels; she liked to feel that I should wear a row of pearls that had been round the neck of Marie Antoinette."
Priscilla was looking through a pile of drawings. One by one she held them out at arm's length and, throwing back her mountainous orange head, looked long and attentively through half-closed eyelids. She wore a pale sea-green dress; on the slope of her mauve-powdered decolletage diamonds twinkled. An immensely long cigarette-holder projected at an angle from her face. Diamonds were embedded in her high-piled coiffure; they glittered every time she moved.
Doesn't she sound Divine?
all these photographs come from Ottoline's collection of scrapbooks-at the NPG, here.
Published in 1921, Crome Yellow tells the Story of the country house-Crome. Crome wouldn't be of great import to Us-however it mirrors in many details Ottoline's beloved Garsington -though at the moment in Our OTTOLINE STORY-we have yet to step Over that threshold.
Ottoline Morrell painted by Duncan Grant
As I've just read CROME YELLOW, so I thought it would be time to share a few things about this Huxley novel. It is his first-take heart novelists-Huxley improved with the length of a few years. Crome mostly interests me for the descriptions Huxley gives Us of the fictional CROME-Garsington- & OUT OTT!
from the novel:
There was a long gallery, with its rows of respectable & ...rather boring Italian primitives, its Chinese sculptures, its unobtrusive,dateless furniture. There was the panelled drawing-room, where the huge chintz-covered arm-chairs stood, oases of comfort among the austere flesh-mortifying antiques. There was the morning-room, with its pale lemon walls,its painted Venetian chairs and rococo tables, its mirrors, its modern pictures. There was the library, cool, spacious, and dark, book-lined from floor to ceiling, rich in portentous folios. There was the dining-room, solidly, portwinily English, with, its great mahogany table, its eighteenth-century chairs and sideboard, its eighteenth-century pictures-family portraits, meticulous animal paintings.
-c.1923
All the Beds were ancient hereditary pieces of furniture. Huge beds, like four-masted ships, with furled sails of shining coloured stuff. Beds carved and inlaid, beds painted and gilded. Beds of walnut and oak, of rare exotic woods. Beds of every date and fashion... all of them grandiose, magnificent.
Huxley's Crome chatelaine is Priscilla Wimbush:
Priscilla Wimbush was lying on the sofa. A blotting-pad rested on her knees and she was thoughtfully sucking the end of a silver pencil...
Mrs. Wimbush laughed. Her voice, her laughter, were deep and masculine. Everything about her was manly. She had a large, square, middle-aged face, with a massive projecting nose and little greenish eyes, the whole surmounted by a lofty and elaborate coiffure of a curiously improbably shade of orange...
Today she was wearing a purple silk dress with a high collar and a row of pearls. The costume, so richly dowagerish, so suggestive of the Royal Family, made her look more than ever like something on the Halls.
OTT, AH & PM
Said PEARLS, "also it was there that she bought for me a row of pearls at the sale of the French crown jewels; she liked to feel that I should wear a row of pearls that had been round the neck of Marie Antoinette."
Priscilla was looking through a pile of drawings. One by one she held them out at arm's length and, throwing back her mountainous orange head, looked long and attentively through half-closed eyelids. She wore a pale sea-green dress; on the slope of her mauve-powdered decolletage diamonds twinkled. An immensely long cigarette-holder projected at an angle from her face. Diamonds were embedded in her high-piled coiffure; they glittered every time she moved.
Doesn't she sound Divine?
all these photographs come from Ottoline's collection of scrapbooks-at the NPG, here.
Dear Lady Ginger
as Ottoline Devotees I know You are ALL as interested in ALL THINGS OTT as I am.
I recently ran across this small & lovely Book "an exchange of letters" between
Yet another younger man-obsessed with Ottoline?
I recently ran across this small & lovely Book "an exchange of letters" between
LADY OTTOLINE MORRELL & D'ARCY CRESSWELL-
edited by Helen Shaw,
edited by Helen Shaw,
Yet another younger man-obsessed with Ottoline?
Did You know about HIM?
D'Arcy Walter Cresswell was a young New Zelander who was befriended by Ottoline when he published his The Poet's Progress, recounting his experiences selling his poems door to door in the English countryside.
From its publication in 1930 to Ottoline's death in 1938, the pair exchanged letters.
This slim volume, along with Ottoline's reflections on Cresswell's fellow New Zealander, the poet Kathryn Mansfield, friend to both, offers us another look into Ottoline's penchant for mentoring artists. Our Lady Bountiful supplied Cresswell with his longing for news from literary England after his return to New Zealand during the depths of the Depression in 1932. She sent him books & papers too costly for the poet. The pair shared a craving for Art, Beauty & companionship-
Their LETTERS, We have in the form of Dear Lady Ginger.
From its publication in 1930 to Ottoline's death in 1938, the pair exchanged letters.
This slim volume, along with Ottoline's reflections on Cresswell's fellow New Zealander, the poet Kathryn Mansfield, friend to both, offers us another look into Ottoline's penchant for mentoring artists. Our Lady Bountiful supplied Cresswell with his longing for news from literary England after his return to New Zealand during the depths of the Depression in 1932. She sent him books & papers too costly for the poet. The pair shared a craving for Art, Beauty & companionship-
Their LETTERS, We have in the form of Dear Lady Ginger.
Always AN Original: Ott and the CAMERA
If you haven't noticed Girl's Best Fashion Accessory lately is the CAMERA-You haven't been LOOKING!
Perhaps the BEST KNOWN, the lovely GARANCE DORE, photographed by Scott Schuman, THE SATORIALIST.
Today's Young Beauties are catching Looks with their CAMERA and IN TURN are getting Caught in the Lens with CAMERA-as they snap away.
No Surprise then-There's nothing NEW, as in Under the SUN- that OTTOLINE was the 1st- Again the bona fide Original-
Snapping, always-and away, the People surrounding her sight line. She too was caught with CAMERA as she photographed.
OTTOLINE DIVINE with CAMERA IN HAND
Schuman chronicles the LADIES in his series All the Pretty Photographers- here.
see OTTOLINE near 600 images at the National Portrait Gallery-here
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