Edith Sitwell multiple exposure, Cecil Beaton, 1962. “The two greatest mannequins of the century were Gertrude Stein and Edith Sitwell – unquestionably. You just couldn’t take a…
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This is a British edition of "A Nest of Tigers: The Sitwells in their Times" by John Lehmann. CONDITION: Orange-red boards are faded esp. at spine, head and foot. Book is square and tight but has slight crease to spine. No writing. Dust jacket has original printed price of 50s net. Wear to extremities with chipping and small tears at head and foot. From the jacket: "With great skill he (Lehmann) has blended elements of biography, criticism, and literart and social history as he guides us from one glittering aspect of the phenomenon to the next." Book includes photographs, including the back cover family portrait taken by Cecil Beaton. Please consult all photos in full frame. Macmillan London/Melbourne/Toronto 294 pages 8-1/2" x 5-5/8" Ships carefully via USPS MEDIA MAIL (approx. 6-10 days) from Portland, Oregon.
Edith a rapariga de vestido vermelho Edith Sitwell nascida numa família aristocrática de antiga linhagem britânica, irá constituir uma fam...
Edith Sitwell multiple exposure, Cecil Beaton, 1962. “The two greatest mannequins of the century were Gertrude Stein and Edith Sitwell – unquestionably. You just couldn’t take a…
Clowns' Houses BENEATH the flat and paper sky The sun, a demon's eye, Glowed through the air, that mask of glass; All wand'ring sounds that pass Seemed out of tune, as if the light Were fiddle-strings pulled tight. The market-square with spire and bell Clanged out the hour in Hell; The busy chatter of the heat Shrilled like a parakeet; And shuddering at the noonday light The dust lay dead and white As powder on a mummy's face, Or fawned with simian grace Round booths with many a hard bright toy And wooden brittle joy: The cap and bells of Time the Clown That, jangling, whistled down Young cherubs hidden in the guise Of every bird that flies; And star-bright masks for youth to wear, Lest any dream that fare --Bright pilgrim--past our ken, should see Hints of Reality. Upon the sharp-set grass, shrill-green, Tall trees like rattles lean, And jangle sharp and dissily; But when night falls they sign Till Pierrot moon steals slyly in, His face more white than sin, Black-masked, and with cool touch lays bare Each cherry, plum, and pear. Then underneath the veiled eyes Of houses, darkness lies-- Tall houses; like a hopeless prayer They cleave the sly dumb air. Blind are those houses, paper-thin Old shadows hid therein, With sly and crazy movements creep Like marionettes, and weep. Tall windows show Infinity; And, hard reality, The candles weep and pry and dance Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within; When once I ventured in, Chill Silence, like a surging sea, Slowly enveloped me. Edith Sitwell
The English poet Dame Edith Sitwell . She was born in Scarborough, Yorkshire into a literary family. Her works incluce Street Songs and The Outcasts .
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Title: Street songs / by Edith Sitwell Author/Editor: Edith Sitwell Publisher: London : Macmillan & Company Limited Date: 1942 Format: Hardcover Condition: Very Good Condition Description: Dust jacket in very good condition. Minor shelf and handling wear, overall a clean solid copy with minimal signs of use. Previous owner's signature on front free end page. The binding suffers minor loosening due to age and wear, but remains secure and in-tact; the pages are clean and unmarked. Secure packaging for safe delivery.
Clowns' Houses BENEATH the flat and paper sky The sun, a demon's eye, Glowed through the air, that mask of glass; All wand'ring sounds that pass Seemed out of tune, as if the light Were fiddle-strings pulled tight. The market-square with spire and bell Clanged out the hour in Hell; The busy chatter of the heat Shrilled like a parakeet; And shuddering at the noonday light The dust lay dead and white As powder on a mummy's face, Or fawned with simian grace Round booths with many a hard bright toy And wooden brittle joy: The cap and bells of Time the Clown That, jangling, whistled down Young cherubs hidden in the guise Of every bird that flies; And star-bright masks for youth to wear, Lest any dream that fare --Bright pilgrim--past our ken, should see Hints of Reality. Upon the sharp-set grass, shrill-green, Tall trees like rattles lean, And jangle sharp and dissily; But when night falls they sign Till Pierrot moon steals slyly in, His face more white than sin, Black-masked, and with cool touch lays bare Each cherry, plum, and pear. Then underneath the veiled eyes Of houses, darkness lies-- Tall houses; like a hopeless prayer They cleave the sly dumb air. Blind are those houses, paper-thin Old shadows hid therein, With sly and crazy movements creep Like marionettes, and weep. Tall windows show Infinity; And, hard reality, The candles weep and pry and dance Like lives mocked at by Chance. The rooms are vast as Sleep within; When once I ventured in, Chill Silence, like a surging sea, Slowly enveloped me. Edith Sitwell
Edith a rapariga de vestido vermelho Edith Sitwell nascida numa família aristocrática de antiga linhagem britânica, irá constituir uma fam...
Edith Sitwell multiple exposure, Cecil Beaton, 1962. “The two greatest mannequins of the century were Gertrude Stein and Edith Sitwell – unquestionably. You just couldn’t take a…
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Edith Sitwell multiple exposure, Cecil Beaton, 1962. “The two greatest mannequins of the century were Gertrude Stein and Edith Sitwell – unquestionably. You just couldn’t take a…
. have you ever looked at many portraits, photography or paintings of Edith Sitwell? what strikes you? Edith 1918, by Roger Fry The woman, yes-She was extraordinary. Her features were captivating, perhaps not beautiful, perhaps not even close. Miss Sitwell did manage to make the list of DEVASTATING BEAUTIES compiled by little augury from a field of blogging aesthetes earlier in the year. After looking at photographs inching over the Sitwell profile, the deep set eyes draped by the shadow of a brow-penetrating her observer's gaze- photograph by Jane Brown -what else is there? After getting past that stare- It's the jewelry, Darling! Debra Healy of the blog-Diamonds and Rhubarb- and little augury are taking a look at the Dame's jewels. No one better than Debra to collaborate with; she is an expert- a Paris resident, she pens a second blog called Paris Originals. There is little doubt that the 6 foot frame of Edith Sitwell adorned with the exotic stones and simple loosely fitting gowns must have been arresting. She 'wore extravagant clothes and jewels; usually the clothes did not fit at all they just hung. She did it exactly her own way and got away with it.' (Horst) Some of Edith's jewels- a pair of French gold-plated expanding bracelets two aquamarine rings-one with rubies on the shoulders (Michael Gosschalk of Motocombe Street, Belgravia-supplied these) an amethyst ring a fluorite ring,carved in the shape of two bears, 19th c. Chinese ( image from The Sitwells) One of the England's privileged- bright young things, Allanah Harper- observed: 'Here was the beauty of a Piero della Francesca. Her flat fair hair was like that of a naiad, her hands as white as alabaster. On her long gothic fingers she wore huge rings, lumps of topaz and turquoise, on her wrist were coral and jet bracelets.' (1925) Edith by Cecil Beaton, 1926 Edith's hands were her face-(Not my words the Dame's). 'I am not beautiful, but I wouldn't look any other way.' 'My hands are my face!' (1959) Edith's beautiful jewelry achieved its own fame- she penned articles about them, along with her clothes, for Harper's Bazaar (Feb 1939, Precious Stones and Metals), My Clothes and I, (Harper's Bazaar October 1959 & The Observer, May 1959). 'I feel undressed without my rings. These aquamarines I love, but I’ve got a beautiful topaz like a sunflower--and when I’ve worn these too much I feel it’s being neglected….I’ve got red and green and black amber bracelets, and a ring I call tiger into grape. Its yellow, veined with blue and red, but when it snows it turns blue.' In "Precious Stones and Metals,Harper's Bazaar (London), Edith recommends mixing semi-precious and precious stones 'to revive the rich an variegated palette of ancient jewelry...' Debra adds, the tiger into grape stone she is describing could be ametrine a cross between citrine and amethyst- both are quartz and could be the same crystal, or an alexandrite. One of the many portraits of Edith Sitwell painted by Pavel Tchelitchew. Edith and Pavel began a deep & complicated friendship- she his muse and his champion. Edith wrote a friend that she was 'frightfully pleased,' with the Sibyl portrait. Tchelitchew's biographer says the artist wanted 'to pay a signal tribute to Edith Sitwell.' Edith wears no rings in the portrait-instead- a monumental brooch that appears to be weighing down her very simple dress. the Sibyl portrait, 1937 Dame Edith seldom completed an interview without referring to her huge aquamarine rings( why not?) from the 1959 article My Clothes and I -"She is wearing four enormous chunks of Aquamarine on her famous hands and her nails were enameled a deep brown red. Her plain black satin dress was cut with a low U neck, and the brooch pinned there was a Blue stone set in engraved gold that her brother Osbert brought her from China." "I take very great care of my hands and put cream on them--Peggy Sage and other things." edith sitwell- Edith Sitwell,by Norman Parkinson, 1939 Edith wears a Queen Anne bracelet and ring of pearls and mauve pink topaz in the portrait Edith Sitwell photographed by Terry Fincher Horst photographed Edith in 1948 for Vogue in New York. Here-along with her aquamarines-Edith wears two massive brooches. Horst says “Edith Sitwell wore extravagant clothes and Jewels; usually the clothes did not fit at all they just hung. She did it exactly her own way and got away with it.” "She was considered an Improbable and anachronistic fashion icon frequently photographed bristling with gigantic aquamarine rings-- at least two to a finger, and plastered with vast brooches of semi-precious stones" (from Verdura: the life work of a master jeweler, by Patricia Corbett) The Brooches-from the Chinese Box- likely were a gift from Osbert, Edith's brother, brought back from a 1934 trip to China. Debra adds- the Chines box seems to be mountings in gold or silver gilt on white jade. The stones look like rubies, sapphires, jades, and cats-eyes (chrysoberyl). massive brooches nestled in the Chinese box Edith with Osbert in 1948 an ankle ornament of traditional silverwork, Yemen Debra adds- the jewelry Dame Edith is wearing (above) looks ethnic, the bracelets could be from India or Yemen. The necklace looks like a belt. She must have been very large boned, to be able to wear two rings on one finger, and those bracelets were originally ankle bracelets for much smaller women .The necklace (belt) looks Malaysian. Edith photographed by Jane Brown from My Clothes and I The Brown photograph accompanied Edith's Observer article. According to Edith the necklace became known as her 'Aztec' necklace. She writes- ' This gold collar was made for me by an American woman called Millicent Rogers. She was one of my greatest friends, though I only met her once. She sent it to me, and the British Museum kept it four days and thought it was pre-Columban[sic], undoubtedly from the tomb of an Inca-though they couldn't make out how the gold could be stiffened in a way that wasn't in existence in those days. But I have to be careful of the clanking when I am reciting and don't often wear it for that.' Debra adds, Millicent Rogers may have had Fulco di Verdura put the necklace together for Dame Edith, because it has been attributed to him in Victoria Glendinning’s book.(Edith Sitwell A Unicorn Among Lions, Weidenfeld and Nicolson,1981, London.) Glendinning also mentions that Dame Edith wore “ The Aztec” collar to a nearly disastrous reading at the Edinburgh Festival in August of 1959. It was reported that the necklace made so much noise, and combined with a malfunctioning microphone made it practically impossible for the audience the hear her. This must be the reason she mentions the noise issue in the interview in Harper's Bazaar. She was after all very concerned about her image, and her (readings) performances. a 1962 Beaton photograph The 1959 Harper's Bazaar cover likely honoured Edith on her 75th birthday with the peacock eye cover. This is the issue with Edith's article- My Clothes and I. There is not a dedication referencing the cover -but it can not be a coincidence; as a child Edith had befriended a peacock on the grounds of her family estate Renishaw. (see the little augury post here) ( cover image-Diamonds and Rhubarb) Cecil Beaton photographed the great lady in dramatically studied poses only a woman of confidence could evoke in 1962. The Dame adorned with her rings and brooches- and feathers. A peacock? Indeed. .
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Dame Edith Sitwell, 1937 -by Philippe Halsman theshipthatflew: Dame Edith Sitwell photographed by Philippe Halsman, 1937, gelatin silver print, via IMA
Born: September 7, 1887 Scarborough, United Kingdom Poet Popular poems by Edith Sitwell Still Falls the Rain When Cold December Bells Of Gray Crystal Four in the Morning By The Lake Bells Of Gray Crystal Aubade Clowns' Houses The Fan Came the Great Popinjay Edith Sitwell death: December 9, 1964; London, United Kingdom
“Eccentricity exists particularly in the English, and partly, I think, because of that peculiar and satisfactory knowledge of infallibility that is the hallmark and birthright of the British nation.“. ― Dame Edith Sitwell of Renishaw Hall Renishaw Hall may look like a very traditional English est
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