Monday, 20 May 2013

Romantic young man


A young man from 1844.

After Vladimir Hau.

7 comments:

  1. It took me a while to find this one: Viktor Apraksin. I love it - and I thought at first that your had altered his facial features, but you didn't.

    In the original he looks more authoritative and proud. Here he looks shy and passive - stripped of his former masculine clothes, posture and hair. I love that he had boots on before but not now, my particular favorite symbol of traditional masculinity.

    Superb job with the hair.

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    1. Any time you're stumped, I'm happy to point you to the originals.

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  2. As ever all your artwork is stunning, great work

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    1. All credit has to go the original artist with these remakes - I've just cut, pasted and tweaked. But thank you!

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  3. Of all your male-in-dresses renders, this one is my favorite so far

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  4. This is a lovely picture. The man looks so delicate and feminine in his finery. I love the detail with the hair and the bangles which all add to the image of ideal femininity as displayed by a male!

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  5. Part IV (see Romantic Young Man No 2, Belgian Royal Couple and Cuirassier, above, for Parts I-III).

    It was only six months since Francis had been introduced to Colonel Linda Newton and yet already it was their wedding day. Francis could not help quickly falling in love with the dashing young cavalry officer and Linda obviously felt as deeply in love with him. After his 'coming out' party, Francis had hardly seen Linda for four weeks since, from the day after the party, he had spent a month working as a housemaid so as to learn all the tasks involved in running a household and which he would one day have to supervise when he took on the role of a 'housewife'. The day after the party, he spent hours helping to clean the house, getting down on his knees to brush the carpet in the dining room and hallway, changing tablecloths so they could be washed, starched and ironed, washing plates and shining glasses. Their maid, Lesley, had seemed to take particular delight in telling him what to do and pointing out the slightest fault in his work. He had only been allowed out once, when he had gone out riding with Linda and they had shared their first kiss, but apart from that he had spent the month in a black, full-length maid's dress, with a white apron and cap and sensible shoes to to the housework in. A week into his domestic service, Linda had come to visit, making some excuse about needing to see his mother, Lady Belinda, but really, of course, in order to see him. When the doorbell went, Francis had answered the door and hoped they would kiss again yet Linda had simply spoken to him as if he were any other maid and asked to be taken in to see Lady Belinda. Later, Francis had served them tea and cakes on a tray, hovering discretely in the background until his mother had dismissed him with a wave of her hand. Only as Linda was leaving did she grab hold of him, pushing him against the wall of their hallway, kissing him and biting his lip as he saw her out of the front door. It was not long after his month of service was over that Linda had gone down on one knee and proposed to him - having first asked for permission to do so from Lady Belinda, who was delighted at the idea of this match. The months since had been filled with wedding preparations. His mother had allowed him to choose his own personal maid - Andy - whom he would take with him to his new home once he was married. On the morning of the wedding, the two of them had spent hours getting him ready. He had chosen a beautiful cream wedding dress and had insisted that Linda should not see him in it before the ceremomy. At Linda's prompting, he had grown his hair out and Andy had spent a long time putting it into ringlets that framed his face beautifully. Francis had been dieting for weeks and Andy had made sure to pull the laces on his corset extra tight so that his waist was smaller than it had ever been. Andy handed Francis the the veil which he would wear as he walked down the aisle of the church on his mother's arm and which Linda would later peel back to kiss him in public for the first time. He was still a virgin - although he knew how hard it had been for Linda to control her desires over the recent months - and he felt nervous at the prospect of their wedding night ahead. The previous night his father had taken him to one side and advised him on what a woman expected of her husband in bed. He was determined that he would not disappoint Linda and that his charms would mean that his wife was not tempted to look elsewhere for her satisfaction as he knew so many married army officers did. His mother entered his bedroom: 'Has Andy finished getting you ready? Let me look at you? Why, dear, you look stunning. Who would have thought that the tom-girl of six months ago would turn out to be such a pretty young thing?'. Francis beamed with satisfaction as his mother led him out to the coach which would take them to the church from where his new life would begin.... THE END.

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