November 02, 2011

never-ending obsession with pierrot.

There's something magic about the chic, sad, beautiful soul of Pierrot the clown. The sad tale always appealed to my melancholy self...

"Born in an age when women had little to offer. She wants to work, entertain, make people laugh and bring joy to the world. The only entertainers of the time were men, so she dresses as a young boy, a clown called Pierrot. This secret she wears as a mask, playing the dandy, no-one can know or she'll be stripped and ridiculed. Sad, soulful, destined to dream alone...this is her burden, this is the price she pays to play the fool. The sweet satisfaction of a strangers joy keeps her in chains. So she is always painted beautifully melancholic in her bittersweet bliss."


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