it's just a little crush

I've recently found myself, rather undeservedly, on a few lovely ladies "girl crush" lists and thought it might be fun to share with you some of my own crushes! I've created five categories of crushes: musical, theatrical, fictional, historical and 60s babes.

The first is my forever favourite songbird, Kate Bush. One of the greatest presents I ever received was a VHS of her live performances, various videos and interviews (oh those days before wondrous youtube) that included this glorious interview of lovely Kate explaining her new vegetarian diet and this one explaining her song and video Babooshka. She is absolute perfection; creative, intelligent, beautiful and kind, what more could you ask for?

Honorable mentions: Bjork, Beyonce, Nina Simone.

Dearest Emma Thompson, was it Much Ado About Nothing or Sense and Sensibility that turned my heart so for you? I do know that it was this Golden Globe acceptance speech in which you speak as Jane Austen that secured my affection for you.

Honorable mentions: Kate Winslet, Cate Blanchett, Emmanuelle Beart.

60s Babes! This was a hard one to narrow down to just one lovely lady! Precious Hana Brejchová (as Andula in Loves of a Blonde) stole my heart immediately and continues to delight after repeat viewings. Her face is such a treat.

Honorable mentions: Olivia Hussey, Jean Shrimpton, Anna Karina and this girl.

This should come as no surprise to anybody that has read this blog. My love of this redheaded Heroine goes back to kindergarten when I implored fellow classmates to push me away to my watery demise as I lay on a set of wheeled milk-crates trying my best to recite Tennyson's poetry (no doubt just mumbling the recognizable words). I even had my teacher call me Anne and still treasure my report card addressed to "Anne McMillan". Anne is a character written with such affection that I dare you to not fall in love with this intelligent, imaginative, strong-willed girl.

Honorable mentions: Jane Eyre, Sorsha from Willow, Ivy from The Village (most recent crush).

(This list has suddenly become rather redhead-centric!) Elizabeth you fascinate me! You were strong when men would rather our kind be weak, you were eloquent and charming, shrewd and intelligent yet short tempered and indecisive. I would have liked very much to be a fly on your wall (and nothing more during those tumultuous times).

Honorable mentions: Anne Boleyn, Lizzie Siddal, Frida Kahlo (there are more but the benadryl I took to calm my allergies has just now kicked in).

Now your turn! Which lucky girl has captured your heart?

Edited to add one final category, Blog crushes!
Julia of A L'allure Garçonnière for always making me think.
Tara of Stay Fancy Free for always making me smile.
and Nicole of Fashion Forestry for always making me drool.

02/11/1862

Today we lost a great artist and inspiration. The blogging community has done a beautiful job celebrating McQueen's work and lamenting his early departure so I thought to share with you another artist who passed away on this date, Elizabeth Siddal. Her story was one that I read over and over again as a young one with my nose stuck in my mum's art history textbooks. The following is taken from LizzieSiddal.com:

Elizabeth Siddal (July 25, 1829 - February 11, 1862)
While working in a millinery shop, Lizzie was discovered by the artist Walter Deverell who painted her as Viola in his depiction of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night. Lizzie went on to model for other Pre-Raphaelite artists and is most commonly recognized as Ophelia in the painting by John Everett Millais. But it was the charismatic Dante Gabriel Rossetti who not only drew and painted her obsessively, but encouraged Lizzie in her own artwork and poetry. Their relationship was intense and rocky, with an engagement that lasted a decade. Sadly, their marriage was short. The couple suffered a stillborn child and Lizzie was seriously addicted to Laudanum. She died in 1862 due to an overdose. The rest of Lizzie’s tale is eerily famous for its gothic Victorian morbidity: Rossetti, in his grief, buried his only manuscript of his poems with Lizzie. The poems, nestled in her coffin amidst her famous red hair, haunted him. Seven years later, he had her coffin exhumed in order to retrieve the poems for publication. The story was spread that Lizzie was still in beautiful, pristine condition and that her flaming hair had continued to grow after death, filling the coffin. This, of course, is a biological impossibility. Cellular growth does not occur after death, but the tale has added to Lizzie’s legend and continues to capture the interest of Pre-Raphaelite and Lizzie Siddal enthusiasts.




one of her drawings, "The Lady of Shalott" (another favourite that needs its own post)


Wombat enthusiast, poet, painter and, well, babe Rossetti. (perhaps another reason i was so bewitched by her story? loved by a man with long locks?)

What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon's face.
Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Her paths without her? Day's appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
Without her? Tears, ah me! For love's good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.
What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood's counterpart,
Sheds doubled up darkness up the labouring hill.
-- From Without Her