Dear readers, I have just returned from a journey involving 13 time zones, so my brain is currently about as on top of things as a particularly cobweb-filled crawl space. Thus, this week’s belated entry will again be rather short so I can get back to the important tasks of catching up on other people’s awesome blogs and passing out in the middle of the day.
We return to the work of François Boucher, who we have encountered here and here. This portrait of Louis Philippe of Orléans has both 100% less nudity and 100% more baby transvestitism than those previous paintings.
Young Louis is sporting a lovely gown and pair of Mary Janes, guaranteed to make him the envy of the ladies of the court. Also he must have had an aunt that was a little crazy on the hat-embellishment crocheting. Either that or the hat is there to cover some serious birth defects.
On his lap he has what I initially thought was a terrifying midget cat on a sled. I have since read that it is a cat toy, which is much less funny. So just pretend you didn’t read that.