Ornate challenge? Or maybe not …
Sometimes what once was ornate wears down to plain grotty. Often that which was ornate to one generation is kitsch to another (or even more worse, laughable). “Everything,“the Sage told me once when he was in my cups, “is a product of time and place.” The shattering hiccup that followed quite spoiled the dramatic effect he was hoping for but we get the message—
—as in this wee QT; captured from a shop window in Dee Street. Is this ornate, or what? Especially that chalice from the palace—I like it, it’s just ideal for guzzling red wine on Halloween and making the neighbourhood infants go wide-eyed and knock-kneed when they call …
Moving on — we can turn divine brickwork into mundane ornate with a wee flick of the mouse, comme ca—
—a serendipitatious discovery when fiddling once (shot taken in the entry portal to the Church Of a Million Bricks in Tay Street). The COMB is hanging in there nicely but another of God’s houses* further along the street is having major problems—
—in so much as what was once ‘state of the art smart’ (it means understated ornate) frontage is now rapidly decomposing. From up close it makes you regret being up close … moving on, up and away—
—one wonders how much (if any, this is New Zealand after all) compensation the Council gave local businesses after the recent alterations—making it more ornate (Council word for ‘user friendly’) but playing merry hell with (a) the view from the windows, and (b) Lusty’s Showcase Jewellery shop’s paid for advertising—
—which used to look like this. Not to mention the effect on that fire-escape ladder, and the ogling balcony. But someone’s made a goodly buck out of the quite unnecessary (and according to the store-folks I asked, quite unwanted) twelve million dollar changes. But hey—just look at that brickwork there—is that ornate, or what? Ideal for driving on, and very ornate the effect of all the colour and pattern changes.
AND NOW, IF YOU
want real ornate:
try this (above) on for size.
I had no idea that in pigeon-proofing it they’d covered the gap in the pointy pyramid with a network of fine wires probably every bit as deterring to the local birdlife as all those wee upright prongers. This is last century’s ornate (actually, the one before last, I think).
That’s enough for one post—tune in later for the next post: you get a real angel, a real drip, and genuine ornates … don’t miss it~! Boom boom! In the meantime, let’s revisit …
… and if you want wide eyes, so blue you could fall into them and drown, she also looks a bit like this—
But this much is digression, a sort or reward for any romantics that may have penetrated this far (so few of us left these days).
Ornate? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder …
* Should that not be ‘hice’? (You know, as in ‘houses for mouses’?)