Renaissance drama and tragedy appeals to me on ever so many levels: swords in stones, majestic gowns, cold stone hallways lined with ancient portraits, lace veils, unwashed hair and canopy beds festooned in layers of satin and velvet! I could fawn over “poor Yorick” soliloquies until the end of time, pull at my hair and pine for a lost lover, grovel at the feet of a forbidding queen. The dramatic musings and tremulous shadows of yore are not merely a footnote of the Renaissance period — these contemporary photographs percolate all manner of familial discontent, betrayal and dank castles, and for this I am eternally grateful. This my steez!
I really need to visit England again…and reread Macbeth.
Love the picture of Laurence Olivier!