Friday, 16 May 2025

A Thruple, a Lemur and a Thigh Tattoo

 Whilst researching, I also seem to have moments of thinking 'Well, that's bonkers, I really want to tell someone about that!' but unfortunately most people I know are fairly sane and strangly uninterested in who some random woman in a painting was, or how many servants an artist had.  I know, it's unbelievable that someone wouldn't be gripped by that, but here we are. So, luckily I have you, my dear readers, who I couldn't wait to share this with, and just for a change, it won't make you too angry.


As you will undoubtedly remember, from this post, I love it when people reference (or outright copy) Pre-Raphaelite paintings in photographs.  This image of The Bridesmaid still makes me smile as it is wonderful.


And you will also remember from this post, there was a fascination to recreate Victorian paintings in photos at around the turn of the century, as in the 1894 article about whether a photo could be as effective as the painting it was based on.  I also knew this came out of a tradition of tableaux vivants which were from the medieval period but very popular in the 19th century and featured people recreating a scene or painting in a static manner.  The difference between this and poses plastiques is very little but in the latter you are more likely to be a woman with her boobs out.  Moving on.

Tableaux vivants did not have that reputation, in fact the Middlesex Chronicle reported in 1906 that the Congregational Sunday School had performed some as part of an evening entertainment, including one of Prince Charlie's Farewell to Flora Macdonald and Maud Goodman appearing as Millais' Bubbles. Immediately, you will see my interest, as in looking at reports of tableaux, I found that people liked doing Pre-Raphaelite images, and furthermore in 1928, the Illustrated London News featured a full page spread of some absolute corkers.

The event was Empire Day, now called Commonwealth Day, which is celebrated on 24th May every year (yes, still) and in the good old days, they used to hold a ball.  Now, when I say 'they' I mean posh people, for other posh people, and as such, it was newsworthy. In 1928, it was held at the May Fair Hotel, which I think actually opened in 1927, so was an exciting new establishment.  Looking at their website now, it looks absolutely glorious and if anyone from the May Fair Hotel is reading this, please feel free to give me a call because blimey. Anyway, the ball was held in aid of the University College Hospital and was attended by the Duke and Duchess of York (the future King and Queen Mum).  The theme of the night was 'A Famous Picture Gallery' and due to the year being the centenary of Dante Gabriel Rossetti's birth, they focused on the Pre-Raphaelites. Now, I was surprised that there was such appetite for the Pre-Raphaelites because haven't we been told No-one liked the Pre-Raphaelites after the First World War? Well, let's have a look...


We start off strong with The Beloved...

The Beloved (1865-6) Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Yes, they missed out the little boy, which is a shocking oversight, but also a relief that no-one took it upon themselves to assume 'black-face' for the occasion, thank the Lord. This is the 1920s, for goodness sake, I was worried for a moment. So, in the centre of the photograph is Miss Gwen Le Bas (1903-1944), the daughter of a wealthy industrialist and the sister of sculptor Molly Le Bas and artist Edward Le Bas, one of Cecil Beaton's friends. Gwen married William Grey Horton, an Olympic bobsledder, which is not something I get to report on a regular basis, but you will have noticed that she only lived 41 years.  On Sunday 18th June 1944, Gwen was attending a church service at the Guards Chapel in Westminster when it was hit by a V1 flying bomb, killing 121 people, both military and civilian, including Gwen. I'd like to be able to say she's our only War casualty today, but sadly not.

On a far more jolly note, either side of Gwen are the 'Ralli Twins', or Alison (1901-1974) and Margaret (1901-1970) Hore-Ruthven, two Bright Young Things who appeared in Cecil Beaton's Book of Beauty...

Alison Hore-Ruthven (1923) Bassano

Margaret 'Peggy' Hore-Ruthven (1923) Bassano

They were the younger sisters of the Countess of Carlisle, Bridget Hore-Ruthven, who had married a member of the Howard family and become a Countess.  

Countess of Carlisle in the Tatler, 1920

The Countess (1896-1982) was the chairman of the organising committee, and was obviously a very capable woman, coming into her own during the Second World War when she was the commander of women's services in India for which she received a CBE. She is also at the back of The Beloved, I think on the right (where Fanny Eaton would be), with Lady Lavery (1880-1935) on the right.

Hazel, Lady Lavery (unknown date and photographer)

Artist Hazel Lavery, wife of John Lavery (also an artist), had assisted in the presentation of the tableaux along with Lady George Cholmondeley also known as Sybil Sassoon (1894-1989), whose mother was a Rothchild - she was also known as the Countess of Rocksavage, which is possibly the coolest title in the world. Also assisting was Ernest Thesiger (1879-1961), an actor who had trained as an artist at the Slade and whose brother-in-law was William Ranken. The name dropping! Outrageous.

Next slide please!

The Countess of Carlisle as Mrs Leonard Collman

Mrs Leonard Collman (c.1854) Alfred Stevens

Here we have Bridget, Countess of Carlisle again, although quite why this was included in a Pre-Raphaelite gathering, I'm not sure.  It had been bought by the Tate Gallery in 1900, so maybe it was just a well-known image.  On we go...

The Last of England

The Last of England (1855) Ford Madox Brown


Involved in this tableaux of the Ford Madox Brown classic we have Valentine Whitaker (1904-1930), an actor who was engaged in Birmingham Rep and married for only 2 months when he caught pneumonia and died.  Next to him is Lady Morvyth Benson (1896-1959)...

Morvyth, on the front of the Tatler, 1945

Just a note - the Tatler is an absolute goldmine for glorious photographs of posh ladies. Morvyth, Lady Benson, was the daughter of the Earl of Dudley and as you can see by the photo, ended up as the vice-president of the Hampshire branch of the British Red Cross Society.  Her daughter Gillian worked for the Foreign Office, while her other daughter, Sarah, served in the WRNS. 

The Anunciation

Ecce Ancilla Domini! (1850) Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Back on track with a Rossetti Tableaux, We have Mr B Algar (of whom I can discover nothing! Sorry Mr B Algar, whoever you might be) approaching a very dubious looking Mrs Alexander Carnegie.

Mrs Alexander Carnegie in the Tatler in 1928

Mrs Alexander Carnegie, or Susan Ottilia de Rodakowski-Rivers (1897-1968) was of Scottish and Swiss/Austrian extraction and a distant cousin of the Carnegie family. She married Alexander Bannerman Carnegie, whose father was the 10th Earl of Southesk.  In case you were wondering (like I was), the family was related to Andrew Carnegie the famous industrialist, but only because they were all descended from the 1st Earl of Southesk (1575-1658).

Lady with a Dove
Lady with a Dove (1864) John Brett

This was also an interesting inclusion as we count Brett among the circle of Pre-Raphaelites but he is not normally who you think of first as a Pre-Raphaelite artist.  Interestingly, this painting had only been in public hands a comparatively short time, having been donated by the artist Fannie Holroyd in 1919, after her husband's death - he had been Charles Holroyd, director of the National Gallery, and it is interesting that on the Wikipedia page, it is stated that his death was hastened by the suffragette war. I digress, whilst rolling my eyes...

Stephen and Virginia Courtauld (and Mah Jongg) (1920s) L Campbell Taylor

Posing for the role of Lady with a Dove is a Lady with a snake tattoo and a lemur. Virginia Courtauld (1883-1972) had previously been married to an Italian Count but married Stephen in 1923 and lived at Eltham Palace (which is glorious and well worth a visit) with Mah Jongg, their ring-tailed lemur. She allegedly had a snake tattoo that went up her leg from ankle to thigh.  What a brilliant lady, although I would have loved it if Mah-Jongg had been on her shoulder for the tableaux.

The First Earring

The First Earring (1834-5) David Wilkie

This one is a bit of a puzzle - it's another one from the Tate, donated in 1847, so possibly just a popular nineteenth century work - and in the tableaux we have Lady Anstruther, Mildred (1868-1958), who was Scottish nobility so maybe requested a Scottish artist for her tableaux. In the middle is Lady Pamela Smith (1914-1982), another Bright Young Thing and future Baroness Hartwell, who seems to have had a fascinating and intellectual life, including being on the V&A advisory council. On the other side of her is Countess Raben (1891-1976)...

Countess Raben and children, from the cover of the Bystander, 1925

Countess Raben, or Pauline Wilhelmine zu Pappenheim had married into the Danish royal family but also lived in Somerset.  However, the picture that appeared of her and her children Peter and Anastasia in the Bystander is positively haunted. Moving on.

We're in the home-straight now, so hang in there.  Next up is Monna Vanna...


Monna Vanna (1866) Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Posing for Monna Vanna is Lady Dorothy Warrender, the first wife of Sir Victor Warrender MP and she is another one who seems to have come into her own in the Second World War. She became an officer in the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry and appeared in the Tatler in 1942 as the President of the Polish Armed Forces Comforts Fund (which she founded in 1939), appealing to anyone whose name begins with a 'P' to donate money and garments to be sent to Polish troops.

Lady Warrender, 1942

The Warrenders divorced in 1945, but Dorothy was invested as an Officer, Most Venerable Order of the Hospital of St John of Jerusalem for her actions during wartime. 



Beata Beatrix (1864-70) Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Our penultimate tableaux is Mrs Henry Mond as Beata Beatrix.  Amy Gwen Wilson married politician and industrialist Henry Mond, 2nd Baron Melchett in 1920 after he crashed his motorcycle outside the house where she was living with novelist Gilbert Cannan (best chum of D H Lawrence).  Cannan had left his wife for Gwen, but then Gwen and Mond married when Cannan was off in America for a lecture tour.  For a while, they lived as a thruple until Cannan couldn't cope anymore and was committed to a sanatorium for the rest of his life.  The Monds lived happily and wealthily ever after and didn't seem to have any social repercussions of their unusual lifestyle, even celebrating it by commissioning a 5 feet tall art work entitled Scandal by Charles Sargeant Jagger, showing a pair of naked embracing lovers being watched by disapproving society women (see it here).  Good for them, not everyone's kink-owning ends up in the V&A.


Sidonia Von Borck (1860) Edward Burne-Jones

Finally, we have Mrs Robin D'Erlanger (1896-1941), or Myrtle Farquharson of Invercauld, a favourite in the newspapers as she was so beautiful.

Mrs Robin D'Erlanger and her sister Mrs Edward Compton in the Tatler, 1931

Myrtle had an active brain, which she used to organise many charity events, and she favoured a narrow shoulder strap according to the newspapers in 1929. Mr and Mrs D'Erlanger divorced in 1934 and a few months later Robin died after an operation to remove his tonsils.  Myrtle was staying with her friend Lady Mainwaring in London in 1941 when the house was hit by a bomb, killing Myrtle who was knitting on a chaise longue, which is an impressive way to go.

The Last of England, from a tableaux in 1922

Well done for making it to the end of this post - I know it was a bit epic.  I am now slightly obsessed by tableaux vivants, partly because this is how Ethel Warwick (subject of my new book) ended up in acting, and so will be hunting down more, especially if there are pictures.  The above rendition of The Last of England from the painting by Millais came from another charitable event in 1922, this time for the Children's Country Holiday Fund.  It involved a couple of Pre-Raphaelite works, including The Mirror of Venus by Burne-Jones (which unfortunately fell across two pages or else I would have included it).

Dante's Dream tableaux from 1910

There was also Dante's Dream by Rossetti included in the tableaux vivants at the Ritz Hotel, held on behalf of the English Branch of the International Catholic Society for Befriending Working Girls, which is not far from the behaviour of the Pre-Raphaelite Brothers, who were all for befriending working girls, allegedly.  Anyway, there were obviously Pre-Raphaelite and Pre-Raphaelite-adjacent pictures used in these tableaux from the late nineteenth century onwards, but the unique thing about the 1928 event was that they went so heavily into the Pre-Raphaelite images, due to Rossetti's anniversary.  The narrative that all interest in the Pre-Raphaelites vanished after the First World War (if not before) is too simplistic, however it can be argued that the power and impact of the works might have lessened in the decades since their creation.  I think the Victorians in 1860 would have been a little dubious about cosplaying as Pre-Raphaelite heroines but for the 1920s Bright Young Things it was all just fun. 

Honestly, when you have a thruple and a thigh tattoo, I don't think much can shock you. 

Wednesday, 7 May 2025

Fake Nudes

This is a grumpy post, so strap in. It all began by an innocent flick through a 1907 copy of The Green Room Book looking for info on Ethel Warwick.  What I came across left me astonished and extremely depressed.  It also led me down a rabbit hole.  Let's pause for a moment, and consider the following women - what do Halle Berry, Christina Hendricks, Blake Lively and Taylor Swift all have in common?

Miss Taylor Swift and Cat, real photo

They, and many other actresses/celebrities/schoolgirls/women have all had to speak out and deny fake nude photographs generated by AI. Taylor Swift's fake nudes recently went viral on X, which doesn't surprise me at all as it is a cursed cesspit, but she is just one of a multitude of victims, albeit one with enough money and influence, if not to stop it, then raise awareness of the crime against her. This is a disgusting modern crime, or at least that was what I thought.  Then I met Gertie Millar...


Gertrude Millar was born in February 1879 in West Yorkshire, daughter of an engine fitter and a weaver, employed in the local fabric trade. Gertie, as she became known, was somewhere in the midst of around seven children, but became a child star in the Northern Theatre musical scene, moving from the Manchester theatres down to London by the early 1890s.  She toured the provinces with plays, pantomimes and all sorts of variety theatre fare, becoming one of the most popular, most photographed actresses of her generation.


The point about her status as one of the most photographed is relevant, as Gertie seems to have become famous just as the craze for theatrical photograph collecting reached its peak. As I have written about in regards to the gorgeous Lewis Waller and Audrey Roper's collection, young women especially (but not exclusively) spent a sizable amount of money on the suddenly freely available postcards of their favourite stars, and there was almost a rush to see how many images of certain stars could be produced.  I must admit I now have an absolute weakness for buying these images as some of them are beautiful little works of art, but if you were dedicated to people like Gertie or Zena Dare, you would go out of your way to collect as many different photographs as you could.  I have noted on the backs of some I have bought, the original owner has written where they saw that actor or actress last, or a friend has sent it to them saying 'I don't think you have this one!' As my daughter says, they seem to be the original Pokemon.  You can't just have one Gertie Millar, you have to catch them all!

Gertie was an absolute super star in the modern sense.  In 1902, she married composer Lionel Monckton who wrote the scores of many of her musicals. In 1905, a besotted fan shot himself in her house. She was wholesome and beautiful, a little scandalous (she showed her ankles while in pantomime!) but always good fun and professional and the nation loved her.


From what I can gather the photograph publishers would pay an actor or actress for a sitting, then the publisher would have the rights to that image, and it would be up to them to sell as many as they could.  The smarter star worked out that in the early 1900s boom in this industry, you should be charging the publisher an absolute premium as they were about to make a small fortune out of your face. The idea of copyrighting your likeness or having control over these promotional images was not yet formed, but one court case changed the way that stars, especially female stars viewed the industry. 

If you were a publisher who could make a fortune out of an image of a famous, beautiful young woman, why spend money on new images when you could make your own? 

Also, is there any sort of image of a young, beautiful woman that might sell particularly well? What might tempt the untapped market of men to buy images of actresses?

Hmmm, let me think...


It all started quite innocently, with the slight changing of one image to another. Gertie Millar is seen as possibly Miss Muffet, shaking her finger at a naughty spider. It seems to be one of a series (as they often are, all products of the same photo-shoot, making as much money from one session) and in other images Gertie is either dancing or being afraid (although with a smile) but the one we need here is where she is shaking her finger. It is what is described as a 'novelty image,' an impossible, amusing photograph, altered to be humorous. This might have been to do with one of her pantomimes but might just have been a cute image. There are any number of things like this - women popping from crackers...

It's either a very large cracker or a very small actress...

...emerging from Easter Eggs...

It would have been embarrassing if we had boiled Gabrielle Ray...

Maybe you just want your name written in actresses' faces?



As you can see, things moved swiftly from images of a person, or of a scene/character in a play to more unique, unusual images.  However, what if the images were not what you, the subject, wanted and felt that were detrimental to how you were seen by the public? This is where Gertie Millar came in.  Remember the picture of her with the spider?  How about this one...?


In 1905, Gertie noticed that there were images circulating that she had not been aware of.  Starting with the image of her with the baby, she was sent other images that she had not even sat for.  While she did not take great exception to the image with the baby (it is offensive because of the connotation and the way it was subsequently spoken about, but also it is just Gertie shaking her finger at a small child rather than a spider), there were others where Gertie's head had been put on the body of another woman, and you will be unsurprised to hear that woman was rather flimsily dressed.  They all were released by R Dunn and Co, publishers at 63 Barbican in London.  Ralph Dunn had made a business in the production of all sorts of photographic images, obviously moving into the celebrity postcards because of the money to be made, and many of the more novelty ones I found were registered to them, so they were obviously skilled at image manipulation, or rather weren't afraid to create an image when one was needed. However, Gertie felt that Dunn had done her reputational damage and so she sued him.

There was a short paragraph in The Green Room from 1907, under the title "FAKED" PHOTOGRAPHS which stated: 

'Miss Gertie Millar aired a real grievance in the Court of Chancery in June last, when counsel appeared on her behalf, and asked for an injunction to restrain Messrs. R. Dunn and Co. from publishing postcards on the back of which appeared photographs representing her in a nightdress, and in other different costumes none too abundant.'

Obviously, the term 'none too abundant' caught my eye as that really could only mean one thing, they had made fake images of her with her kit off.  Gertie, appearing as Mrs Lionel Monckton, began the case in April of 1906 but had to wait until the beginning of 1907 to have it heard in court. The press coverage at the start should have given us a warning of what was to follow, as the Bristol Magpie set the tone in a short piece in April 1906:

'Gertie Millar recently tried to restrain a certain firm from publishing picture post cards, representing her in a night dress - not of course that the actress wanted to be exhibited without the gown in question, but because she thought the costume a bit too light and airy, of course it was very naughty of Messrs Dunn to do it but it is to be hoped that Gertie's garment will in future find less display on public postcards, such a sight should only be reserved for the pillow and the bolster.'

Let's start with exactly why this bothers me so much - the use of 'naughty' and the hint that the night dress was Gertie's, that she had accidentally posed in it and now was trying to take back the image, or that she would be better off without it. All of that set the stage (as it were) for a court case that not only argued that as a public figure, Gertie's body was public property, but also a very loud undertone that if women didn't want to be seen in very little clothing, then they shouldn't go around being naked under their clothes. It's the same reasoning that reduces the seriousness of when a girl's nude photograph is passed around.

Exhibit A

Viv Gardner included the images in the marvellous chapter 'Defending the Body, Defending the Self' of Stage Women 1900-50 but I bought my copies of various faked images off eBay for around £1, which is sobering. In the April hearing in 1906 with Mr Justice Warrington presiding, Mr Whateley (on behalf of Gertie) applied of an injunction to restrain R. Dunn & Co from issuing the postcards bearing the alleged images of Gertie in a nightdress, as Circe (wearing very little) and emerging from an eggshell.  Whateley stated that the photographs had been created by placing Gertie's head on another woman's body.  Stunningly, Ralph Dunn agreed that yes, that was exactly what they had done and said he wouldn't make any more. That was easy, wasn't it?  Whateley said that Gertie would be seeking damages for them making the fake pictures.  That's when the trouble started.

Queen Victoria Receiving the News of her Accession (1880) Henry Tanworth Wells

The Portsmouth Evening News reported on the trial that started in January 1907 under Justice Darling, a frankly atrocious human being and obviously ironically named. Gertie's contention was that by showing her semi-nude, or even in her night attire, it would lead the public to think she was 'an indelicate, immodest and vulgar woman.'  She particularly objected to the one in her nightdress and the one where she was emerging from an egg as they were 'very vulgar, and she also objected to them because they were not pretty.' Now, we come to the problem as the newspaper reported that the last statement received laughter. In fact, the whole of the court case was played like a musical hall skit with Justice Darling assuming himself to be the star comic turn. When Gertie was cross-examined, it was put to her that she had been in a play where she had sung a song about a bathing suit and in The Orchid where she sang a song about pyjamas, therefore why would she object to being pictured in said garments.  Furthermore, because she objected to the nightdress, the defendant's council asked if Gertie knew of a painting depicting Queen Victoria receiving an Archbishop and the Lord Chamberlain in her nightdress on the night she ascended to the throne? Gertie replied 'Oh, that was before my time.' (laughter)

Gertie in The New Aladdin

Dunn's main defence was that actresses wore nightdresses on the stage, even Lady Macbeth and Juliet wore night gowns in the plays, even though Gertie pointed out she had never done it herself. It was pointed out that Gertie was currently appearing in the pantomime The New Aladdin playing the Principal Boy in knee breeches and high boots.  She had also appeared as a costermonger, dressed as a man. What is the problem of her being pictured in more feminine attire? She had also actually appeared with an egg for The Orchid in April 1905...



In the contested image (I think it is this one I pinched from eBay), Gertie is seen crawling from an egg...


You can see 'R. Dunn' written on the bottom left side even though the image had been taken from a photograph by Bassano.  To our modern eyes, Gertie is adequately dressed in both of these images by Dunn - the image of her as Circe or a Sea Maiden, depending on who is talking about it, is slightly more risque and hard to find, but she is still covered up with gauze - but as Gertie summed up, she felt she should have the right to choose what way she should be presented to the public in photographs. This is not a painting, this is a photograph which people believed, especially in this period.  No, the public are not going to believe she exploded from a cracker or somehow cloned her face into the name ETHEL, but when it seems a straightforward image of the woman crawling from a giant prop egg, or holding a candle, then it seems like a real image that Gertie posed for and approved.

The Somnambulist (1871) John Everett Millais

The questioning was relentless - when shown other images of women crawling from Easter eggs, Gertie said she knew of them - they were eggs with beauties inside. The defending counsel swiftly said 'but you are not one of them?' and Gertie replied 'No, I am not among the beauties' (much laughter). Gertie appeared in furs at the court, a brown on the first day and an ermine on the second, which was noted. It was asked if she knew that her postcards sold for 2 pennies, which she knew.  She was asked if she knew that Dunn sold his made-up cards for a penny, which she did not know. She was asked if she would appear in a nightdress on stage, in for example in the opera La Sonnabula or as Lady Macbeth and Gertie said she probably would if the role required it. When asked what she wanted, Gertie simply said that she wanted people to know that it wasn't her in the postcards. She was asked if she wanted compensation, she said that was for the jury to decide. The woman in furs had said she not only wanted to stop the man making money from his postcards but also refused to let her postcards be a penny, an affordable sum.

Gertie Millar, well, part of her...

The argument became one of imaginary rings of big publishers, all banding together to run the little man out of the business because he had dared to publish photographs at an affordable price.  Despite the reiteration that Gertie just wanted them to not fake her image, Dunn said he was only giving the public what they wanted. The jury found him innocent in only 10 minutes.

However sneering the papers were before the verdict, they soon changed their tune because Gertie was not wrong to believe she was valued by her public.  She published a very dignified letter in the newspapers on 4th February, a few days after the verdict, to thank the people who had reached out to her and conceded she would not be appealing the verdict. The jury had told her she was wrong to bring the action, but the public had told her she was right to feel defamed by a fictitious photograph. I particularly enjoyed G K Chesterton's rebuttal of the whole case in the Illustrated London News where he rightly points out all kinds of fictitious images can be created in paintings, but photography is believed to be true and real.  When Gertie said that people seeing the image of her wrapped in gauze by a riverbank or appearing in her nightie would think it was true. Chesterton went further and said the argumentative nature of the case was ridiculous when the crime was openly admitted to - if a coal-heaver was assaulted, he would not be expected to argue the ethics of assault in court. Even the Law Journal got involved, criticising the behaviour of Justice Darling. Gertie's counsel, Mr Foote KC did not stand a chance against the main-character-energy of that judge, going out of his way to state outright that Gertie was no better than she ought to be. The way he tried to imply she thought herself better than the Queen made a mockery of her as everyone knew she was just a working-class lass who sang funny songs for a living, sometimes in trousers where you can clearly see she has two legs. 

Within the month Lionel Monckton had written Gertie a new song to perform entitled 'My Photographic Girl' about the whole affair. Good for them. However, that was not the end of the affair, and, for a moment, the can was open and the worms were everywhere. Look what else I found on eBay...


Actresses flooded to the newspapers with their own stories in support of Gertie. Miss Marie Corelli was refused an injunction against a photographic publisher who faked some of her images. Miss Denise Orme's image was altered, her evening dress painted out and a see-through gown put in its place. Edna May had found countless images of herself crawling from seashells and eggs and in a variety of costumes and she had to complain to the publishers, although she feared millions of copies were already in circulation. Constance Collier said she had to be careful, and her own publishers were vigilant, but the verdict frightened her. Camille Clifford quite rightly saw there was no limit of what could be done with her head on another's shoulders. Olive May thought it was potentially ruinous for a young actress who would not be hired if she was thought to be the sort who posed in the nude. Anonymous actresses reported knowing their images were being faked but not wanting to be the sort of girl who causes trouble as that too would ruin your career.  All sounds very familiar, doesn't it? As the image of Carrie Moore above shows, the practice was widespread, and the actresses all wisely feared but didn't explicitly say 'where will it end?' and now we know. Tellingly, I have not found any reports of male performers being faked in this way. Whilst I don't doubt these days both sexes are probably victims of those who wish to fake images, I'm willing to bet the majority (by probably a mile) are still women.

Truth magazine published their own exasperation in the verdict, and added a poem which sums up the situation we are in now, so I will finish with that:

I thought it hard her face they matched
With form suggesting too much leg;
I thought it hard they showed her hatched
Just lately from an Easter Egg.

I thought it hard they stuck her head
Upon a trunk in nightdress clad;
And yet - so judge and jury said - 
No legal remedy she had.

If that's the law, I'm much afraid
That I, one day, my face will find
On someone else's frame displayed,
Clad only in a - never mind - 

Or even worse in nothing dight
(For where the limit can you draw?)
And yet I'll not have any right
To stop their game - if that's the Law.

Tuesday, 29 April 2025

Review: May Morris at the Russell-Cotes Art Gallery and Museum

It feels like forever since I went to an exhibition so you can imagine how excited I was when the ever-adorable Mr Walker, curator of the Russell-Cotes Art Gallery in Bournemouth, informed me that May Morris was arriving at the Russell-Cotes in time for my birthday! Now open at the glorious museum by the sea is May Morris: Art and Advocacy.  And I also brought some friends...

I'll come to my friends in a bit, but this is a lovely exhibition. I mean, there was very little doubt that (a) any exhibition on Miss Morris and her art would be anything other than brilliant or (b) the Russell-Cotes would have anything other than a smashing exhibition up, but I was particularly delighted to see this light, pretty and fascinating show that is a breath of sunshine-y air through the chilly Spring we had been having. Occupying Galleries 3 and 4, this is jam-packed with May's work - drawn, painted, embroidered and written - shining a spotlight on William's Daughter and just how much of a modest powerhouse she was.

As I've written before, it's easy for May to be overshadowed by her parents, especially her Dad. Within her lifetime and after, May's talent for design and writing was overlooked in comparison to William's and her looks were never considered a match for her mother, so it is unsurprising that we had to wait until the poor lass had been dead for the better part of a century to herald her glory. May herself didn't help in that respect, always deferring to the greatness of her father and spending so much of her life in preserving and celebrating his talent. From her birth, the second daughter of the Morris family, at the Red House, May was surrounded by the art and design that would consume her life. We move through to her management of the Morris & Co embroidery department at the age of only 23, which she led for over a decade. She liaised with clients, oversaw every step of the production process in as hands-on a manner as her father, and ultimately altered how embroidery was seen, raising it from being simply a household craft to an artform. In 1907, May founded the Women's Guild of Arts, opening up an art workers guild to women which had up to that point not been available.

Honeysuckle Fire Screen (1880-85) May Morris

1909-10 saw May tour America, delivering talks on subjects like the history of jewellery and medieval embroidery. She left Morris & Co after William's death and found freedom in her freelance role of advisor and writer.  She became the person writers visited to talk about her father's work and embarked on editing William's work in the last decades of her life, from Kelmscott Manor.

I don't think it is much of a surprise to the people reading this that May Morris was far more than just William's daughter, but the scale of her work is astonishing.  She was clever, talented, determined and focused, working throughout her life.  Her dedication to her work easily matches that of her father and she is a large part of why we remember William's work so clearly now. It is a pleasure to see the scope of her activities and also the value she placed on 'women's work,' clearly seeing that all craft and work is valid and valuable.  In that way, the Russell-Cotes is a perfect place to see it as the collection in the rest of the house ably shows the talent of women artists, as collected by the founder, Sir Merton Russell-Cotes. It's a cracking show and a good excuse to see Bournemouth in the summer.

If you should find yourself at the Russell-Cotes, you might like to have a go at the children's activity.  Six Morris print wombats have been released in the house and you have to track them down. Each has a print that connects to May and are named after people in her life, and are hand sewn by my good self.  I hope May would have approved...

May Morris: Art & Advocacy is on until October and further information can be found here.