Cecil Beaton at The Garden Museum II

 

'We ate breakfast drank hot drinks and enjoyed the spectacle confronting us of the garlanded house, the ilex trees with bird-cages hanging from their dark moss-green branches in the light of the early morning sun.  The windows of the orangery, still lit from within displayed a word of artificially brilliant colours.  I felt that, as ever, Ashcombe had played up to the occasion.'

     And so, finally, to 'Cecil Beaton's Garden Party'.  This small exhibition, which has been curated by Emma House, and designed by Luke Edward Hall, looks at Beaton as a creator of gardens that act (in a sort Baroque manner) as a unifying element in his life, being not merely the physical backdrop to his rich social life and his photography, but the inspiration to further creativity.  It was perhaps fitting, and purely serendipitous, I hasten to add, that I should have visited the exhibition in Ascot Week.

     Perhaps at this point a little explanation is needed. Cecil Beaton (1904-1980) was one of the most important, and influential, British photographers of the mid 20th century.  He was also a designer for stage and film.  He won an 'Academy Award for Costume Design' for his work on Vincent Minnelli's 1958 adaptation of 'Gigi'; and (more importantly for this exhibition) two further Oscars for Best Costume Design and Best Art Direction for George Cukor's 1964 adaptation of Lerner and Loewe's musical 'My Fair Lady'.*  He has been described as a polymath. Beaton was also a dandy, with amazing personal style. An aesthete. An inhabitant of the Beau Monde. He was a (waspish) diarist, and as this exhibition neatly shows, a very keen gardener.  Piquant and perennially fascinating; perhaps his greatest work of art was himself.

     Beaton created two gardens in his life, both in Wiltshire: Ashcombe and Reddish (actually they sound like a - What? - A solicitors? A department store?).  In the interwar years at Ashcombe (he lived there 1930-45) there were flamboyant fetes - all those 'bright young things' nipping around dressed as nymphs and shepherds, and all that. Life at Reddish, where he lived from 1947 until his death in 1980, was perhaps a bit more sedate, but there was a steady stream of 'the great and the good' including the sort that this blog admires: David Hockney & Peter Schlesinger, Sir Roy Strong & Julia Trevelyan Oman, Patrick Proctor.   

      Luke Edward hall has decorated the exhibition space - tin foil in the display cases - with a nod to Beaton's early portraiture when he was heavily influenced by Surrealism and did strange things with Edith Sitwell.  The exhibition gave a rounded sense of Beaton the man - of a life, one might say - with paintings, designs and letters and objects.  Of his work for stage and screen the exhibition concentrated on three works: 'The Chalk Garden' (1955), the opera 'Turandot' (1962-3), and 'My Fair Lady' (1964).  There are number of still photographs - studio shots - of the costumes used on film, including from the famous Ascot scene.  I loved the film poster for 'My Fair Lady' with artwork by Bob Peak - which manages somehow to show Rex Harrison for the randy old goat he was.

 'My garden, is the greatest joy of my life, after my friends.  Both are worth living for.'

    The Garden Museum is, by rights, the sort of place I'd love -  it was in parts fascinating - but in general the place was tired, lost and dirty, in places just downright filthy.   And there there was the 'cooler than thou' attitude of the staff in the café.  It was like intruding upon a private party rather than a public space. 

*  I remember when I first saw 'My Fair Lady'.  It was Christmas Day, BBC1 (they had dropped the Christmas Day circus by then).  It was a minor cultural event, and I was bowled over.

Cecil Beaton at the Garden Museum I

Apologies for the late arrival of this post. Family crisis.

     Wednesday and my first visit to the Garden Museum hard by Lambeth Palace, the London residence of the Archbishop of Canterbury.  I walked from Waterloo Station, where people were gathering in their finery for a day at Ascot, along the Thames to Lambeth. I think that part of the embankment beside St Thomas Hospital is the finest bit of riverside we have in central London. 

     The Garden Museum is housed in the former church of St Mary-at-Lambeth - an ancient site.  The tower is late medieval (c1370, when the rest of the church was rebuilt) but the body of the church is 19th century by Philip Hardwick, replacing a much more picturesque structure, which was, in fact until the 19th century a village church.*  Both tower and church are built of Kentish Rag.  The 'Buildings of England' volume on South London, however, says that the arcades and clearstory are medieval but it all felt Victorian to me.  The Historic England website says the nave and aisles are all 19th century and the Survey of London agrees.  Either way the result of Hardwick's restoration is such that it would be very easy to dismiss the whole building as just another Victorian suburban church.**

      That would be a mistake, as given its location St Mary's is, or was, another example of an Anglican establishment church.  After all the church does contain the graves of some six archbishops of Canterbury, and members of their various households.***  Bishops Tunstall and Thirlby are also buried there, as is Admiral Bligh, the antiquary Elias Ashmole, and (most importantly for the subsequent history of the church) the Tradescant family.  (The church is generally rich in monuments.)  All that being so, it strikes me as odd, to say the least, that the church was allowed to become redundant (1972) in the first place and was scheduled for demolition.  For four years church and churchyard fell into decay as it awaited its fate.  Apparently they were to make way for a coach park for Waterloo Station.  That surely can't be true, can it?  Didn't the Church really not care about its patrimony?  The answer is probably 'no' and remains so today.

     The church may not have cared, but Rosemary and John Nicholson did.  In 1976 they visited the churchyard in search of the Tradescant Tomb.  The scene of desolation they encountered galvanised them into action, and later that year it seems Lambeth council restored the graveyard.  In 1978 the Tradescant Trust was founded with the aim of restoring the church as a 'Museum of the History of the Garden'.  In 1981 the museum held its first exhibition, and two years later the Queen Mother opened the new garden - I think that was the now lost knot-garden designed for the museum by the Marchioness of Salisbury.  The rest, so they say, is history.

 

     

 *  The village has been now largely swept away, to be replaced with commercial properties.  The church and palace, and the former rectory and one side of Pratt St appear to be the only things left.

** I can't help that Hardwick, although faithful to the remaining parts of the Medieval structure, souped things up a bit - possibly heightening the nave and aisles and certainly increasingly the pitch of the roof.  Late Medieval roofs are, as a rule, at a much lower pitch.

*** A cursory look at the List of Vicars shows that many were also domestic chaplains to the Archbishop and were destined for higher things - heads of Oxbridge colleges, deaneries, and bishoprics.

Cambridge : St Bene't

      Another theme of my recent trip to London is, oddly, establishment Anglicanism.  Earlier in our day in Cambridge we had visited Great St Mary, the University Church.  A busy and worldly sort of place. You can't much more 'establishment' than that, and where in the second half of the 20th century five of the parish priests become bishops and one a cathedral dean.  St Bene't (yes, that is the correct spelling) I think qualifies, having the future archbishop Ramsey as vicar at one point.

      It stands below the level of the street, at the junction of Free School Lane and St Bene't St., a low unassuming structure similar in that respect to the nearby St Edward's church.  The whole urban fabric at this point rather picturesque; to the east of the church, across Free School Lane is a group of timber framed houses one of which was a cheap'n'cheerful Greek restaurant popular with students.  I remember sitting in there on a particularly cold winter's day, lunchtime it was ,with the bf - we were about the only customers - when it began to snow.
      Between c1352 & 1580 St Bene't also served not only as parish church but chapel to Corpus Christi College next door, and as at Little St Mary a gallery was constructed between the two, tethering the church to the college.  (St Mary the Less, and St Bene't were not alone in being parish churches that also served as collegiate chapels St Michael and St Edward and the lost St John Zachary) The glory of this church is architectural, being the tower which is Anglo-Saxon. I think it makes St Bene't's the oldest building in Cambridge.  Inside the tower arch survives and is a charming, cack-handed attempt at Classicism.  On the whole, though, the interior is a little on the bleak side, for me.  It lacks a certain mystery, but is pleasant enough. Of the furnishings the font is good, as are the benefaction boards.  And that, as far as I can remember is, that.

July

 

July by John Clare (1793-1864)

July the month of summers prime
Again resumes her busy time
Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell
Where solitude was wont to dwell
And meadows they are mad with noise
Of laughing maids and shouting boys
Making up the withering hay
With merry hearts as light as play
The very insects on the ground
So nimbly bustle all around
Among the grass or dusty soil
They seem partakers in the toil
The very landscape reels with life
While mid the busy stir and strife
Of industry the shepherd still
Enjoys his summer dreams at will
Bent oer his hook or listless laid
Beneath the pastures willow shade
Whose foliage shines so cool and grey
Amid the sultry hues of day