Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Starry Night

This lady is no fool. From her vantage point she sees far and wide. Her persona is the embodiment of the jester as sage advisor to the court. Starry Night, looks as if she were plucked straight from the night sky. Graced with a serenity that comes from being a timeless watcher from above, her luminous face is surrounded by eight pointed stars and swirls of glittering silver constellations.

Trailing ribbons of black, white and silver cascade over her pleated and wired black and white ruff made of silk dupioni.

Starry Night is a one-of-a-kind direct-sculpt marotte made of papier-mâché. She is 17 inches tall and is 11 inches at her widest point. Her form was constructed by layering paper strips over a paper armature and a wooden dowel. All of the raised details are hand sculpted from paper pulp.

As with all of our papier-mâché pieces, Starry Night-despite her ethereal appearance-is sturdy, solid and properly sealed. As long as she is not abused, she should last for generations to come.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Blazing Sun Mask

Nothing will light up a night time masquerade like this Blazing Sun Mask. Orange and red pearlized sunbursts radiate out from the gilded center of a stylized three dimensional sun that is the focal point of this mask.

Raised golden sun rays also travel over the red and orange glittering face which is edged in a golden teardrop border. Scarlet feathers add the crowning touch.

Orange ribbons are attached making this mask suitable for wear as well as display. It is backed in red felt, for comfort should you choose to wear it.

As with all of our papier-mâché pieces the Blazing Sun Mask is a solid, sturdy and well sealed piece. As long as it is not abused, it should last for generations to come.


This quizzical lady’s name is Whaat? Her perpetually perplexed expression and precocious pink attire were custom ordered to reflect her owner’s signature color and catch phrase-a resounding “Whaat?” when things go awry.

Whaat? Stands 16 inches high and is 11 inches at her widest point. Her looping pink collar and base are highlighted in silver and black. The mischievous twinkle in her eye sparkles as much as the nine lead crystal rhinestones surrounding her roguish face.
More images of Whaat? Can be found on our Facebook page:!/album.php?aid=15980&id=112156765502381

Saturday, July 17, 2010


Festive, fun and fiery, Calcifer is a marotte with distinctive character. His silly cross-eyed countenance reveals just what this jester thinks of the powers that be. With his scalding wit, Calcifer is ever grateful for the long standing tradition that allows the court fool to speak freely and keep his head intact.

Calcifer is quite the dandy sporting his tierce-feuille collar. Each section of that distinctive collar is edged in gilded swirls that surround a fleur-de-lis. His jester’s cap is also emblazoned with fleurs-de-lis that flank his handsome face – even if he does admit to such himself. His base mirrors his overall orange, red and gold design and is styled with a trio of fleurs-de-lis.

As a proper marotte should be, Calcifer is be-ribboned and belled so as to make an appropriately dashing show at court. His cascading ribbons are orange, red and gold and his three golden jingling bells are always at the ready to ring out applause for whatever clever jibe he conjures up next to tease, taunt and ultimately please his royal benefactor.

Calcifer is a one-of-a-kind direct-sculpt marotte made of papier-mâché. He is just over 19 inches tall and is approximately 14 inches at his widest point. His form was constructed by layering paper strips over a paper armature and a wooden dowel. All of the raised details from his facial features— including his wayward tongue – to his decorative fleurs-de-lis are hand sculpted from paper pulp.

As with all of our papier-mâché pieces, Calcifer is sturdy, solid and properly sealed. As long as he is not abused, he should last for generations to come.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez

With just over three centuries of Carnival tradition, Mobile, Alabama is the birthplace of Mardi Gras in the New World. The Azalea City is the Mother of Mardi Gras, and all of her children know that Mama is the original, with a style all her own.

Just as it is with every Mobile native, I can’t recall a time in which there wasn’t an entire season set aside for comic revelry, masquerade and parades. The live oaks that line Government Street, the azaleas on Spring Hill Avenue and Mardi Gras parades winding through the streets of downtown Mobile are the images that come to mind for anyone who has ever spent time in Mobile.

Some of my earliest memories are of touring the City of Mobile Museum. Of course those tours would have occurred shortly after the dinosaurs died off when the biggest fashion statement I could muster was one knee sock around my knee and the other around my ankle. That was also when the museum was housed at its previous location, that space is now occupied by the Mobile Carnival Association Museum.

While my older brother was captivated by the collection of military paraphernalia and other such manly items, little freckle faced me could be found, without fail, with her nose pressed against the glass of the cases that housed the royal robes of Carnival Kings and Queens past. I’m sure that many a docent had to wipe my nose and finger prints off that glass and perhaps even a little drool as well.

I adored it all. The fur lined trains, the crystals and sequins, the velvets, the silks and the lace were all wondrous sights to behold. That such splendors were made and worn anywhere in the world pleased little me to no end. That they were made and worn in my native city was proof positive that fairy tales come true. It even hinted at the possibility that mermaids really did swim in the Bay and that any flight of fantasy that could be conceived could be made real.

Through the years I have moved in and out of the Mobile area. My family and I now reside on the Eastern Shore. All this time later I am still entranced by Mobile’s Carnival traditions. That entrancement is clearly evident in my creations.

I hope Southern Carnival’s blog will serve as a window and a door way into the world of Mobile Carnival. I invite you to come and watch us grow.

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