Sunday, March 20, 2011

Selena Bidi Bidi Bubbles

See, I always knew that Selena was a little mermaid in heels.  Note the fab calypso flavor...she must have been watching Disney's version of The Little Mermaid, well, that or listening to the wonderfulness that is Harry Belafonte's Calypso!  This song is thanks to the glamorous, Glamorous Selena!

Friday, March 18, 2011

Fishy Fashion

So, if you are a fish with a fashion sense or a mermaid with legs, what should you wear?  Apparently, Gaultier knows.
     And, even though it's a loooong time coming, fab ideas for Halloween 2011!

 Vogue, May 2008, Coco Rocha, Gaultier

 Marion Cotillard, Oscar for Best Actress 2008, Gaultier

Elle 2005, "Before Sunrise", photographed by Gilles Bensimon, model Miranda Kerr
Lily Cole in Dior

Don't tell me that you don't see the resemblance  ;)

Scaled dress, Autumn 2008, Giles

Spring 2009, Reem Acra

Spring 2009, Three as Four

Vogue Italia, 2008, "A Private World" photographed by Tim Walker

Summer 2010, Hermes

Spring 2008, Gaultier
Looks like the tentacles of a jellyfish umbrella

The Mer-bride

Looks like water

More jellyfish 

And...should you wish to smell like a mermaid...salty?  One would hope, not like a fish.

Monday, March 14, 2011

The Forsaken Merman by Matthew Arnold

Peter Nicolai Arbo; Liden Gunvor og Havmanden; 1874-1880 Oil on Canvas
Come, dear children, let us away;
    Down and away below!
    Now my brothers call from the bay,
    Now the great winds shoreward blow,
    Now the salt tides seaward flow;
    Now the wild white horses play,
    Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.
    Children dear, let us away!
    This way, this way!

    Call her once before you go--
    Call once yet!
    In a voice that she will know:
   "Margaret! Margaret!"
    Children's voices should be dear
    (Call once more) to a mother's ear;
    Children's voices, wild with pain--
    Surely she will come again!
    Call her once and come away;
    This way, this way!
   "Mother dear, we cannot stay!
    The wild white horses foam and fret."
    Margaret! Margaret!

    Come, dear children, come away down;
    Call no more!
    One last look at the white-wall'd town,
    And the little gray church on the windy shore;
    Then come down!
    She will not come though you call all day;
    Come away, come away!
    Children dear, was it yesterday
    We heard the sweet bells over the bay?
    In the caverns where we lay,
    Through the surf and through the swell,
    The far-off sound of a silver bell?
    Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep,
    Where the winds are all asleep;
    Where the spent lights quiver and gleam,
    Where the salt weed sways in the stream,
    Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round,
    Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground;
    Where the sea-snakes coil and twine,
    Dry their mail and bask in the brine;
    Where great whales come sailing by,
    Sail and sail, with unshut eye,
    Round the world forever and aye?
    When did music come this way?
    Children dear, was it yesterday?

    Children dear, was it yesterday
    (Call yet once) that she went away?
    Once she sate with you and me,
    On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea,
    And the youngest sate on her knee.
    She comb'd its bright hair, and she tended it well,
    When down swung the sound of a far-off bell.
    She sigh'd, she look'd up through the clear green sea;
    She said: "I must go, for my kinsfolk pray
    In the little gray church on the shore to-day.
   'Twill be Easter-time in the world--ah me!
    And I lose my poor soul, Merman! here with thee."
    I said: "Go up, dear heart, through the waves;
    Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind sea-caves!"
    She smil'd, she went up through the surf in the bay.
    Children dear, was it yesterday?

    Children dear, were we long alone?
   "The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan;
    Long prayers," I said, "in the world they say;
    Come!" I said; and we rose through the surf in the bay.
    We went up the beach, by the sandy down
    Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white-wall'd town;
    Through the narrow pav'd streets, where all was still,
    To the little gray church on the windy hill.
    From the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers,
    But we stood without in the cold blowing airs.
    We climb'd on the graves, on the stones worn with rains,
    And we gaz'd up the aisle through the small leaded panes.
    She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear:
   "Margaret, hist! come quick, we are here!
    Dear heart," I said, "we are long alone;
    The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan."
    But, ah, she gave me never a look,
    For her eyes were seal'd to the holy book!
    Loud prays the priest: shut stands the door.
    Come away, children, call no more!
    Come away, come down, call no more!

    Down, down, down!
    Down to the depths of the sea!
    She sits at her wheel in the humming town,
    Singing most joyfully.
    Hark what she sings: "O joy, O joy,
    For the humming street, and the child with its toy!
    For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well;
    For the wheel where I spun,
    And the blessèd light of the sun!"
    And so she sings her fill,
    Singing most joyfully,
    Till the spindle drops from her hand,
    And the whizzing wheel stands still.
    She steals to the window, and looks at the sand,
    And over the sand at the sea;
    And her eyes are set in a stare;
    And anon there breaks a sigh,
    And anon there drops a tear,
    From a sorrow-clouded eye,
    And a heart sorrow-laden,
    A long, long sigh;
    For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden,
    And the gleam of her golden hair.

    Come away, away, children;
    Come, children, come down!
    The hoarse wind blows colder;
    Lights shine in the town.
    She will start from her slumber
    When gusts shake the door;
    She will hear the winds howling,
    Will hear the waves roar.
    We shall see, while above us
    The waves roar and whirl,
    A ceiling of amber,
    A pavement of pearl.
    Singing: "Here came a mortal,
    But faithless was she!
    And alone dwell forever
    The kings of the sea."

    But, children, at midnight,
    When soft the winds blow,
    When clear falls the moonlight,
    When spring-tides are low;
    When sweet airs come seaward
    From heaths starr'd with broom,
    And high rocks throw mildly
    On the blanch'd sands a gloom;
    Up the still, glistening beaches,
    Up the creeks we will hie,
    Over banks of bright seaweed
    The ebb-tide leaves dry.
    We will gaze, from the sand-hills,
    At the white, sleeping town;
    At the church on the hill-side--
    And then come back down.
    Singing: "There dwells a lov'd one,
    But cruel is she!
    She left lonely forever
    The kings of the sea."

Monday, March 7, 2011

The Merfolk of John William Waterhouse

Waterhouse (April 6, 1849 - February 10, 1917) had the perfect name for painting mermaids.  It's as if he were once one of the kings of the sea; the dry land couldn't keep the water out of his blood, nor the salt from his veins.
     He was a painter of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood; a brotherhood comprised of poets, critics, & of course...the painters...

A Mermaid; 1900 Oil on Canvas

A Naiad, Hylas with a Nymph; 1893 Oil on Canvas

A Mermaid Study; 1892

The Siren; circa 1900 Oil on Canvas

Circe Invidiosa; 1892 Oil on Canvas

The Lady of Shalott; 1888 Oil on Canvas

Miranda, The Tempest; 1916 Oil on Canvas

Undine; 1872

Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus; 1900 Oil on Canvas

Lamia; 1909 Oil on Canvas

Danae; 1892 Oil on Canvas

Ophelia; 1910 Oil on Canvas

The Charmer; 1911 Oil on Canvas

Miranda; 1875 Oil on Canvas

Ophelia; 1894 Oil on Canvas

Hylas & the Nymphs; 1896 Oil on Canvas

The Merman; circa 1892 Oil on Canvas
This last painting, they say, was a self portrait of Waterhouse himself.

Two very wonderful websites for more of Waterhouse: