I have been watching the programme with Waldemar Januszczak about the Renaissance. I never really gave much thought to the clothing of the time.
Yes I was aware of the Silk route, but I did not know the figures in the Arnolfini Marriage painting were wearing such expensive fur. I never knew about shot silk either and the cangianti two tone effect. Renaissance types were like 60s folk in tonic suits - except the Renaissance materials would cost a king's ransom. I never knew Greeks could be identified by the broad brim black hats, like characters in an Irish rebel song. Never gave much thought to the cost of colour - ultramarine from lapis lazuli and vermilion for example. Most people would be wearing wool rags. Just the one per centers in all the finery.
The presenter is no patrician type in a Savile Row suit. Sir Kenneth Clarke he ain't.
He does not do gravitas. But he is entertaining.
Often filmed with his back to the camera, talking over his shoulder like a taxi driver. ' I 'ad that Tintoretto in the back of my cab the other week'.
Oh, and he has an ear ring, dark linen suit, doc martens and suspiciously dark hair for a sixty-something, but that is probably par for the course at The Guardian.
Well worth a watch though.
Last edited by Kingston1an (2016-03-02 02:54:37)
Interesting, thanks for the reccy.
WJ tackles interesting subjects but, linking with your other topic, I find his presentation style ( and dress perhaps ) an affectation.
Last edited by RobbieB (2016-03-02 08:08:20)
He's less affected that John Berger!
^ Had to look Berger up.
Brian Sewell is how I expect art critics to be. He was definitely affected.
Will Gompertz on the BBC could be considered affected, but I think he is just rather odd.
Last edited by Kingston1an (2016-03-03 17:01:27)
I had forgotten about Berger. He was required reading at University and I now remember attending a lecture given by him in the 70's and again in the 90's. Never really understood what he was on about.
I have an affection for the TV art/architecture presenter Jonathan Meades. Another oddball totally bonkers art critic. Or maybe it's just an act.