AE Dentelle parts & accessories by Doll Menagerie on Flickr.
Oh….my….god…..I’m so in love. Angel Egg dolls are new to me and I’ve never been struck like this by a doll before. It was love at first sight. But this isn’t a skin deep attraction. Dentelle is far more than just a pretty face with a gorgeously ornate body that I long to hold and touch and…ahem. No, the care and design that goes into these dolls by maker Marmite Sue ties her dolls to a rich historical lineage. These are literary dolls, dolls that go back past Proust, know Mallerme, Degas, have seen medieval monks serve up wooden bodies to science. There’s hint of Bach, of baroque ornateness but she doesn’t live in the past. Dentell’s eyes have that look that Louise Brooks eyes, had when the Roaring Twenties faded, a hint of sadness after gaiety. She’s seen things, she knows things. She’s thin but she’s no vapid supermodel, no simple clothes horses on the runway, not Dentelle. She’s got style and corsets and lace-ups and high heel feet some times with deep enticing colors other times encrusted with jewels. Marmite’s artistry is to create a figure that knows the imagination can be spurred by beauty but takes place in the intellect. In her work I see the span of history, of our experience of aesthetic beauty and our relationship to the doll as muse. I see her love for her art and in that she captures my heart.