Marie-Antoinette In Her Grotto

The most fascinating structure at Petit Trianon is the Queen’s grotto. This is as adolescent as it gets; otherwise, they should have built her a tree house. Presumably the Queen was reading there when they brought her the news that the women of Paris came to Versailles to demand bread. I wonder if she tried to escape through here…  

It has something of that hole David Thoreau was digging in his text at Walden Pond: the deeper the hole, the higher climbs the spirit! Transcendentalism is a rather infantile philosophy…; but let me attempt an ostensive definition with my camera: Romantic is what a romantic woman does when she has a financial muscle to bring the ineffable into her life.

I remember the days when a poor student could make a statement, If I had the money, I would buy some video equipment and be very creative. Once the video equipment entered the world of household appliances, the crisis of imagination has set in: We had filmed our dogs and our children, weddings and birthdays, we had tried a home-made porn… we had downloaded all the editing programs, but we have not made a feature film of any consequence yet…

I suppose the same happened when the big bucks came into a XVIII century family, the time of dramatic monologue was there; and the principle of charity, not allowing us to assume the person to be a fool, had been stripped away, for he or she had an opportunity to create something, to say it loud and clear, there cannot be any doubt, look at me people, I am the one.

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