One of a series from 1863-66,
taken when she was was not yet 30.
Have you seen this
photograph? Its arresting image has been
grabbing imaginations since its first public viewing at the dawn of the 20th
century. It was loved by the Surrealists and has continued to captivate, surfacing throughout the 20th and
into the 21st century as an iconic image from the early days of photography.
At the opening of the 21th
century, a book was published about the woman behind the frame, Virginia Oldoini,
Countess Castiglioni. La Divine Comtesse was created by Pierre
Apraxine and Xavier Demange (curators of
the Gilman Paper Collection that was absorbed by the Metropolitan Museum in NYC) in 2000. I
found it on my bookshelf a few weeks ago and couldn’t resist peering at the
remarkable images again –– they draw you in.
Robert de Montesquiou by
Boldini, 1897
The title is an homage to an earlier, 1913 book by one
of Marcel Proust’s inspirations, Robert de Montesquiou who idolized the countess even though he had never met her. He did see her in
her coffin moments before it was closed forever “Time is running out, I must
act…. At the hour appointed for the closing of the casket I went up the tiny
staircase at Voisin which led to her
suite of minute rooms…A narrow door appeared in front of me…. In the middle of
the bedroom, on the floor, was a coffin about to be closed. There was for me a flash of light in the
brief glimpse of the pale, beautiful, noble, solemn face of death, on the point
of vanishing forever.”
He bought many photographs
and other personal items from her estate after she died, and created a shrine
for her in his Palais Rose in Paris. The newer book tells the story of the image-obsessed Countess and
includes many of the finest specimens of her self-obsession from the 400
photographs she had taken of herself over 40 years. She’s been called everything from an insane
narcissist to the original Cindy Sherman. The truth is, Virginia was an original
and in many ways a metaphor for the lost grandeur and beauty of the 2nd
Empire that was not to be regained, no matter how much one wished for it to be
so. She was also a tragic figure who could not accept the cruel truth that she
had grown old and lost her greatest treasure –– her beauty.
Countess Castiglione lived
from 1837 to 1899, but her star flared for only a few short years of the 2nd
Empire –– during the reign of her one-time lover, Napoleon III.
Henri de Pene (founder of Le Gaulois in 1868) wrote in the Nord in 1856:
"Decidedly, the queen
of the season
has been appointed. It is
that incomparable beauty
sent us by Italy, Madame the
Countess de Castiglione.
The Italian woman in Paris,
such is the title of a
symphony chanted by
admiration from morning to
night and from night to
morning. Every one seeks
to outvie his neighbor in
praising her profile, her hair,
her eyes ; and, supreme
consecration of her royalty,
she already has
enemies."
The Countess, 1861-3, replaying her 1857 social triumph as the Queen of Hearts
Her great triumph came in
1857. Wearing the costume of the Queen of Hearts she stole the show at the ball. That
night, Princess Merrnich said that she was "rendered speechless by this miracle
of beauty: wonderful hair, the waist of a nymph, and a complexion the color of
pink marble! In a word, Venus descended
from Olympus. Never have I seen beauty
to rival hers, not shall I see her like again.”
But the flip side of the
praise was also universal “She seemed so full of her triumphant beauty, she was
so preoccupied by it that after a few moments… she began to get on your
nerves. Not a movement, not a gesture
was unstudied.”
An 1898 book, The Court
of the 2nd Empire quoted:
“A woman has just entered
the ballroom, and all eyes are presently concentrated on her. It is the
Countess de Castiglione, the most fashionable of the reigning beauties. For a
year society has been talking of her. “
“The Countess is not lavish
of herself. She seldom appears in society. Whenever she does so it is an event.
Behold her entering the salons of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the
middle of the ___ She is dressed as the queen of hearts, a symbolic costume, for
it is an allusion to the innumerable hearts which the Countess "draws
after her," as
Racine would have said. On
her head glitters a crown formed of hearts. Her marvellous hair ripples around
her forehead and falls in cascades on her neck. Her skirts and corsage are
laced with chains composed of hearts. Her train is caught up on the hip. 'Tis a
bewitching costume.”
In the 1921 book, The
True Story of Empress Eugenie, author de Savoie-Soissons found written
about that night:
“Last night (February 17,
1857) there was a
fancy-dress ball at the
Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
The Countess de Castiglione,
who, they say, is on
the most intimate terms with
the Emperor, had
the most fantastic and
daring costume imaginable.
Half Louis XIV, half modern,
it won her the title
of Dame des ronm [sp?],
because of the numerous hearts
embroidered on the gown.
Wise people murmured, '
There is not an Emperor, but
the Emperor and La Castiglione
his prophet.' More than one
woman let loose her jealousy;
impartial men thought, but
did not say, ' I would like to be
the Emperor.'
"As to the Countess,
she carried the weight of
her beauty insolently. The
proud Countess does
not wear corsets ; she would
willingly be a model to
a Phidias, if there were
one, and she would pose
clad only in her beauty. La
Castiglione is a
courtesan like Aspasia ; she
is proud of her beauty
and she veils it only as
much as is necessary to be
admitted into a
drawing-room."
While Vieil-Castel christens
her Aspasia, Fleury
calls her a female
Narcissus, always in adoration
before her own beauty,
ambitious without grace
and haughty without reason.
Her reign was of a short
duration ; it lasted only
about one year, during which
time she resided at
53 rue Montaigne.”
Triumph was fleeting. Her hauteur ticked a lot of powerful people
off…
Castiglione as The Queen of Ertruria, 1863
She virtually disappeared
from the world after she convinced Otto von Bismark not to pillage Paris in
1871 (she had been involved in political intrigue for many years, perhaps
taking lovers to advance various causes at the request of her ‘handlers’). She had lost her shine much earlier and was
considered passé by 1863 when she wore the costume of a Queen of Ertruria for another
grand fancy-dress ball. Her performance
was lauded by the press but ridiculed by her detractors (most notably, the
Empress and former fan, Princess Mernich).
After many travels and much moving between Italy and France with decreased circumstances (she had run through 2 million francs of her husband’s money before he died in 1867, wiping out his family fortune on top of more millions from ‘admirers’), she entombed herself in black, mirror-less rooms on the Place Vêndome in 1878, only venturing at night, veiled, to walk her precious dogs when lighting was more kind.
After many travels and much moving between Italy and France with decreased circumstances (she had run through 2 million francs of her husband’s money before he died in 1867, wiping out his family fortune on top of more millions from ‘admirers’), she entombed herself in black, mirror-less rooms on the Place Vêndome in 1878, only venturing at night, veiled, to walk her precious dogs when lighting was more kind.
1895 photograph by Pierson
She came out again in the
1890’s to have more photographs taken by Pierson –– photographs of the ruin she
had become –– a lonely, toothless, probably mad alchoholic wearing 30 year-old
clothes.
However, for a bright moment
she was considered the most beautiful woman in the world. And in the mind of many, she was a symbol of
the beauty of a lost radiant world.
Portrait as a young woman of 20 by
Watts in 1857
Thing is, the 2nd Empire was considered a golden time by Proust and many of his fin de siècle
pals, especially Robert de Montesquiou. Most
of them came of age just after it ended with a crash in 1870.
In a way, that world
ended with the Siege of Paris,
not unlike the way the culture of the anti-bellum American South evaporated
with the Civil War –– many felt the wrenching loss of a way of life that had seemed
gracious, fine and full of glorious, hoop-skirted excess. Proust often referred
to that life before the Siege of Paris in 1870 with enormous longing –– the beautiful Portuguese word, saudade, says it best –– " a vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist ... a turning towards the past or towards the future."
I have often wondered if Proust's obsession with food (which he thought about more that he ate) came from the want of those times when rich and poor had nothing to eat (there is a famous menu from one of Paris' finest restaurants that featured dog and rat). Stories of golden meals at places like Maison Dorée and Café Anglais must have replaced some hunger pains with dreams of better times.
I have often wondered if Proust's obsession with food (which he thought about more that he ate) came from the want of those times when rich and poor had nothing to eat (there is a famous menu from one of Paris' finest restaurants that featured dog and rat). Stories of golden meals at places like Maison Dorée and Café Anglais must have replaced some hunger pains with dreams of better times.
Very
few places were more golden than La Maison Dorée.
Maison Dorée
Originally called
“Restaurant of the Cité”, its gilded balconies and luxurious interiors soon had
the public to referring to it as Maison Dorée and the name stuck.
Cabinet at Maison Dorée
Wikipedia said
that the restaurant had different entrances for different classes of patrons. The
entrance on rue Lafitte was for the best patrons, the boulevard entrance for
the well-heeled masses. The rue Lafitte entrance led to the infamous
private rooms or ‘cabinets’ where rich and famous men entertained their lady
friends ‘privately’.
Maison Dorée saw
the very best of society and the arts. Proust staged
an important scene from Remembrance of Things Past there. Everyone from Edward VII to Balzac and Alexander
Dumas (who had the offices of his newspaper, Le Mousquetaire, in the building)
were regular patrons. The neighborhood hummed with creative energy, lubricated
by the monied class and the fabulous food of the restaurant.
An 1847 article
in Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine exclaimed “The potage a la bisque is
irreproachable: the truffles, those black diamonds of the epicure, are the pick
of Perigueux: the chambertin is of the old green seal, the sparkling ai frappe to a turn, and, whilst we
tranquilly degustate and deliberately imbibe, the influence of that greatest
achievement of human genius, a good dinner, percolates through our system…. We
feel ineffably benevolent…. Sad is it that not even in this Golden Mansion can
a feeble child of clay dine twice. We
long for the appetite of a Dando,
for the digestion of the bird of the desert, to recommence our meal form the
soup to the fondu.”
The Boston
Evening Transcript mourned the loss of Maison Dorée in 1903 “ The Maison Dorée
held out the longest. Casimir, a true
Verdier chef, has not yielded to democracy nor has he given up primeurs [first
vegetables of the season] for preserved vegetables.... But the character of the
place has departed, as the Parisian life which once animated it has dwindled….
The Olympians of the Boulevard are forever gone.”
The brilliant
chef, Casimir Moisson was a gem. When he
retired in 1903, Le Petit Journal du Passé wrote (in French and translated):
"Mr. Casimir was primarily an artist, he left nothing to chance. Only the finest food entered his kitchen. He triumphed in the art of preparing fish (including carp in red wine) and, by popular demand, his handwritten recipes have been around the world without ever having been executed. The braised dishes, under his hand, attained a succulence that won admiration. His chops a la Soubise, his loins of veal, its fricandeaux, plats de côte, its tails and beef skirts, his stews, its fat melted in the mouth like candy. His stews developed an aroma that enveloped the house and neighborhood. As gourmets wanted to be warned of the presence of certain dishes on the menu of the day!"
"Mr. Casimir was primarily an artist, he left nothing to chance. Only the finest food entered his kitchen. He triumphed in the art of preparing fish (including carp in red wine) and, by popular demand, his handwritten recipes have been around the world without ever having been executed. The braised dishes, under his hand, attained a succulence that won admiration. His chops a la Soubise, his loins of veal, its fricandeaux, plats de côte, its tails and beef skirts, his stews, its fat melted in the mouth like candy. His stews developed an aroma that enveloped the house and neighborhood. As gourmets wanted to be warned of the presence of certain dishes on the menu of the day!"
"Has ever a more perfect food come out of a kitchen than his “chicken Maison Dorée?” He was renowned for his game pâtés and foie gras. He had a special reputation in Maison Dorée with blocks of woodcock stuffed with foie gras and fresh truffles we tried in vain to imitate.”
One has only to
look to the great Alexandre Dumas (pere), of 3 Musketeers fame, and his Le Grand Dictionnaire de Cuisine
(available in its 1200 page entirety online HERE if you read French)
to see what was eaten in the golden time of the boulevardiers, grissettes and lorettes
(the women of money or beauty who chased
life and love for money or for fun – often kept by gentlemen of means) who frequented Maison Dorée.
Alexandre Dumas
(fils)’ 1848 La Dame aux Camellias captured the grissettes and lorettes beautifully – both the bright flame of their youth
and beauty and the wrenching misery of their later lives past their prime when they were heartlessly
discarded like an out-of-fashion frock.
Our Countess was surely a casualty of this cold reality –– the madness that descended
upon her may have shielded her from knowing it.
Alexandre Dumas Dictionary
of Cuisine was a labor of love that was published after his death. It is an amazing work that talks about food
in a creative, joyful way. The man loved
to eat well and it shows. Fortunate for
me, it also contains menus from that golden age of Parisian dining in the 2nd Empire. The menu that follows comes from
a meal at Maison Dorée that he had shared with friends one Spring… could be
anywhere from the 1840s to 60s. That is
not clear. What is clear is that is it a
brilliant offering of food that would delight any gourmand today.
Menu d'un dîner, 15
Avril.
Deux potages.
Printanier aux oeufs
pochés.
Saint-Germain.
Un relevé.
Truite saumonée
genevoise.
Quatre entrées.
Côtelettes d'agneau
pointes d'asperges.
Ris de veau petits pois.
Poulet sauté bordelaise.
Mayonnaise de homard.
Rôti.
Caneton de Rouen.
Quatre entremets.
Asperges en branches.
Haricots verts nouveaux.
Plombière dans une
croustade.
Gelée d'ananas.
Dessert.
Fruits de saison.
Vins rouges.
Bordeaux et Bourgogne.
Vins blancs.
Clos Saint-Robert Poncet
Deville et Champagne Saint-Marceaux.
In considering
what to make with so many glorious choices, I went for something familiar…Poulet sauté bordelaise –– chicken bordelaise. Bordelaise is just one of those sauces that defines old
haute cuisine and with reason, it is terribly good (and not that hard to
make!).
A little
investigation showed me that bordelaise was not always the dark, red-wined
version we know today. It seems when the
wine sauce was used with chicken or fish it was made with white wine.
A charming 1914
book that I have found indispensible is Le
Repertoire De La Cuisine. 
It explains all the terms
that are used in classic French cooking.
In it, the directions for chicken with a sauce bordelaise are: “
Saute, swill with white wine, half-glaze (demi-glace) and chopped shallots,
garnish with artichoke bottoms in quarters, roundels of fried onions, and sauté
potatoes.”
It explains all the terms
that are used in classic French cooking.
In it, the directions for chicken with a sauce bordelaise are: “
Saute, swill with white wine, half-glaze (demi-glace) and chopped shallots,
garnish with artichoke bottoms in quarters, roundels of fried onions, and sauté
potatoes.”
In Escoffier’s Ma
Cuisine
the recipe is slightly different: “6 T wine (white or red),
1 t chopped shallot, pinch of course pepper. 2 T demi-glace sauce, a little
tomato sauce, 1 ½ oz beef marrow. You
reduce the wine to half with the shallot and pepper then add demi-glace and
tomato. Boil and strain. Add beef marrow cut into rings and poached in
meat stock…” but then, this is a sauce
for beef.
the recipe is slightly different: “6 T wine (white or red),
1 t chopped shallot, pinch of course pepper. 2 T demi-glace sauce, a little
tomato sauce, 1 ½ oz beef marrow. You
reduce the wine to half with the shallot and pepper then add demi-glace and
tomato. Boil and strain. Add beef marrow cut into rings and poached in
meat stock…” but then, this is a sauce
for beef.
I read an early version
of the sauce was made with sauterne in The
Royal Cookery Book (Le livre de cuisine)
I combined a bit
of all of them for my recipe and added a few mushrooms to the mix. Let me just say, this stuff is awesome. It makes
anything it touches taste madly delicious –– the potatoes and artichokes are
perfect for the dish.
I am looking
forward to doing the whole menu one of these days to give my friends a taste of
that golden age. Something tells me they
will be thrilled. We won’t forget to
toast the Countess, wherever she may be. My toast?? I hope she has had her beauty restored and is
posing happily in the Empyrean.
Chicken Bordelaise inspired by Maison Dorée, serves 2
2 boneless,
skinless chicken breasts
2- 4 T butter
(you can use smaller amounts of butter if you want the sauce lighter)
1 shallot,
chopped
8 chanterelle
mushrooms (optional)
8 morel mushrooms (optional)
½ c white wine
1 T sauternes
(optional)
¼ c demi-glace (available from D'Artagnan)
salt and pepper
to taste
1 T chopped
parsley
1 artichoke, steamed till done then peeled and sliced in half
4 asparagus, sliced in 1/2 and steamed
*Fried Potatoes
1 large potato,
sliced thinly
1 T butter
1T oil
½ t thyme
salt and pepper
to taste
**Fried Onions
1 small onion,
sliced.
1 T olive oil
Sauté the chicken
breasts (after seasoning them with salt and pepper) in 2 T butter and remove
when nearly done. Reserve, covered.
Sauté the chopped
shallot in the remaining butter. Add the
mushrooms and sauté. Remove the
mushrooms to the plate with the chicken and cover. Add the white wine and sauterne and reduce by
at least half till it thickens. Add the
demi-glace and warm. Add salt and pepper
to taste.
*Heat the butter
and oil for the potato cake. Place
slices around the skillet in 2 circles or ovals and season. Sauté on one side until brown and then gently
flip the potatoes and brown the other side (this will take about as long as
making the chicken).
** Sauté the
onion slices slowly until translucent and slightly browned.
Warm the chicken
and mushrooms in a separate pan. You can strain the sauce if you wish and re-heat.
Place the chicken on the potato cakes with steamed artichoke hearts, asparagus and fried
onions. Sprinkle with mushrooms and spoon the sauce over the chicken. Sprinkle with parsley.
