Monday, December 8, 2014

Along the world axis
The Empress lay sleeping

According to the Riddled Dream Machine, she is dreaming of the Empress' Second-Hand Clothes. These are not quite so fine of weave or subtle of thread as her new clothes so they can still be seen by fools, but only half the time.
 
The artist here is Paris Bordone, previously featured at Riddled for his fondness for painting his ladies with post-orgasmic flushes on their breastal region. Bordone was a student of Titian, who evidently only taught him how to paint a single face. Or perhaps this is a Twin Study, painting identical twins with and without the flush to see if it makes them look sexier.
Come to think of it, what happened to the boy in the story who pointed out the Emperor's nakeddity? He subsequently disappears from the record and it is my suspicion that extraordinary rendition and dirty deeds at the crossroad were involved, for there are powerful vested interests in the fictive realm who like the power structure just the way it is and do not look kindly upon whistle-blowers. Look what happened to the Boy Who Cried Wolf.

8 comments:

M. Bouffant said...

Yow. Post a warning or something, 'cause if I weren't epileptic, I am now.

P.S.: Twice as much fun in my reader; all the pix are jumping around in one spot.

ckc (not kc) said...

...the plot's a little hard to follow

M. Bouffant said...

The heroine does get around.

Another Kiwi said...

I suppose he couldn't afford more than one model what with staying up late, drinking red wine and such like artist things. I would have said that he could put cats and dogs in the clothes and have do things like playing cards and shooting pool.
The invisible hand of the markets would have helped him there.

Smut Clyde said...

I suppose he couldn't afford more than one model

She has a high-maintenance look to her. I can easily imagine her pointing out to Bordone that a cup of cask red and a couple of sammies from the deli on the corner are not much of a lunch after a long morning's posing, and Tintoretto in the studio across the road, there's an artist who knows how to treat a model properly. Also the studio needs a decent heater or the clothes are staying on.

He should have coughed up a few more ducats to pay for the second lesson from Titian, the one about full profiles and frontal portraits.

rhwombat said...

Is that an occulo-areolar reflex? Her eyes point in the same direction as her nipples. For that matter, so do mine. That is a VERY extended medial longitudinal fasciculus.

tigris said...

powerful vested interests

They may be less powerful, but deshabille interests are more... interesting.

Smut Clyde said...

The criminal negligees are the worst.