Exceptionally, I am opening my Wednesday Window on Thursday. A little longer and it was Friday!
And exceptionally, it’ll open on several photos.
Last week, I visited Père Lachaise cemetery with Elly and Leo.
Leo was keen on seeing the monument erected to the memory of Oscar Wilde there. I had never seen it. You could believe that the cemetery of Père Lachaise is down under, instead of just being on the other side of Paris. It doesn’t take all that long to go, but there it is! I’m lazy.
With friends, it’s always easier.
Anyway, it took us quite a while to get to Oscar Wilde’s monument, but we finally made it. Here it is.
The monument is covered with graffiti of all kinds, some in lipstick, and the graffitti grow faster than the cemetery people can clean them.
As Elly put it:
If Oscar Wilde could see this, he’d just be delighted!
Here’s some of the stuff that can be seen on the monument.
Wilde was buried in the Cimetière de Bagneux outside Paris but was later moved to Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. His tomb in Père Lachaise was designed by sculptor Sir Jacob Epstein, at the request of Robert Ross, who also asked for a small compartment to be made for his own ashes. Ross’s ashes were transferred to the tomb in 1950. The numerous spots on it are lipstick traces from admirers.
The modernist angel depicted as a relief on the tomb was originally complete with male genitals. They were broken off as obscene and kept as a paperweight by a succession of Père Lachaise Cemetery keepers. Their current whereabouts are unknown. In the summer of 2000, intermedia artist Leon Johnson performed a 40 minute ceremony entitled Re-membering Wilde in which a commissioned silver prosthesis was installed to replace the vandalised genitals.
and finally a more classical homage with those two roses.