About Me
(A) promulgacion, primer personaje: la Baja Edad Media, sudoeste europeo, 1460-1490 C.E. reino de Aragon; foci: artes marciales occidentales (e.g. espada-&;-boclero), Italiano Renacimiento moda alta, caballeria ligera ('a la jinete'), lenguajes, etc, pero excluyendo la religion si mismo ironicamente.
(B) reenactment, secondary persona: pre-Medieval northwestern European, 125-100 B.C.E. tribal confederacy of the Belgae; primary focus is religion, secondary/supporting foci: fashion, arms, armour, ancestry/culture, et cetera (C) non-reenactment dabbling: post-Medieval fashions (e.g. male: 1613-1625 and 1700-1740, female: 1660-1680 and 1800-1815)
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The three most general/basic areas of interest for me are
history, languages, and fashion. I have two personae in my
reenactment (sca.org): 1470's C.E. Aragonian
(hispano-italian, insular, urban) and 2nd century B.C.E.
Belgic (germano-celtic, tribal). I am, among other things,
very empathic, honest, caring, fairly intellectual,
creative, and very respectful. My faults include too much
honesty, excessively lengthy web communiques, and
obliviousness ('dumb blonde' syndrome, on top of cowardly
introversion) in social settings. As to humour, I tend to be
as goofy/simple as any bookworm can be, no matter how
artistic I may be. Hopefully my playfulness will not annoy
the lady too much.
Music
Classical/Baroque music (i.e. 1625-1725), traditional Castillian Flamenco (i.e. dancing as well as the guitar), and (in the areas of non-classical music) Techno/Trance and Ambience, Jazz, Disco, Scottish bagpipe, and sometimes German polka. If I ever got the chance to hear all the other aboriginal music of northwestern Europe, I may well like it all, at least some of the time, as all of my ancestry comes from that particular corner only, which has to make my primary historical interest (id est, in 1460-1490 Aragon) seem more than a little ironic/inconsistent, oh well. However, it may be discerned correctly that the common thread in all the music that I like is the absence, or near-absence of lyrics, regardless of how unable I am to explain why. For example, there are the following: Corvus Corax, Billy Idol, Peter Murphy, Tori Amos, Moby (the early years), DJ Venom, CyberLab, Celtic Frost, Clann an Drumma, Falco, Ministry, Felonious Monk, Stan Getz, Radiohead, The Cure, Depeche Mode, John Lenon (the later years), and Medieval Babes.
Movies
Braveheart, Evil Dead 3, Gladiator, Star Wars, Rob Roy, y por supuesto, Monty Python
Books
"Medieval Warlords" (a modern book, illustrated by Angus MacBride, of Osprey series infamy), "The Life and Deeds of Don Pero Nino" (an early 15th century biography of an adventurous Spanish nobleman; on the other hand, a seemingly unending glorification of the author's lord/patron would be a better description than a biography)
Likes
Looking for:
I am very flexible, in more than one sense indeed, both
physically and socially. Whether a lady wants nothing more than just casual chatting or, at the other end of the scale, eventually marriage and kids, I am more than a little
accomodating either way, as it were. I am very much the
impractical idealist/dreamer, longing to fulfill a fantasy
of chivalry, for example, finally/someday. I hope that my lady has at least some interest in history and art to begin with and, emotionally speaking, is capable of becoming as open-armed/receptive/nurturing as I am, ideally at least. To
this lady, I would tend to be more than a little
appreciative, literally inspired towards poetry and
tailoring dresses for her. Albeit ironically perhaps, if she would also happen to extend an interest in doing western martial arts with me, great! I am more than willing to learn/taste/do anything new as well. Another irony: while I have no ethnic/inherited connections to southern Europe at all, I should mention that I am infatuated with Medieval
Spain nonetheless.
Virtues
Appearance:
I have been likened to David Bowie in our physiques, not our
faces though. Half of my blood is German and really comes
through in my jaw-line. A quarter of me is Swedish and the
last quarter of me is all the English isles, thus the tiny
portions alloted to me of Celtic: MacGregor, Ross, Morrow,
etc. Being fairly/amusingly obsessed with fashion, I am
perhaps more insightful about clothing than most people are
naturally. I would much rather make my wardrobe than stoop
to the manufacturers whenever I can help it. Since I tend to
have little patience for aesthetic inhibitions (i.e. too
drab or too pastel), please do not hold back on the
unnatural brilliance of your clothing or hair, i.e. the
brighter, the better. However, that being said, I am just as
comfortable wearing a crisp/rigid suit from the Eduardian
Era (ca. 1900) as representing a 'Gaestatae' (fourth century
B.C.E. Gallic warrior): where I would be wearing nothing but
a torque, scabbard w/suspension, blue body paint all over,
hair stiffened into white spikes, carrying a sword,
javelins, and a large shield. I have been told my best
feature may be my eyes. You tell me.
Heroes
Firstly, I must admit into the hall of reverence, so to speak, all the Gods and Goddesses hailed by my ancient and venerable ancestors, while, for me personally that is, the main Ones are Wuldar (to some people, possibly more easily recognized as Lugh or Tiu) and Walpurga Frouwa (to some people, possibly more easily recognized as Freya or Queen Medb). I also give reverence to: my mother, my father, Cuchulain, Arminius, Queen Boudicca, William Wallace, and Rob Roy MacGregor.
Well,
since I am not exactly a fan of blogs, rather not at all experienced in
them, this may be not only my first, but my last attempt. Perhaps, my
babbling tendancies will make a fool of me on this issue. Hmm. Where
do I start?......Eureka!
My
persona in the S.C.A. (sca.org) was born in 1444, and is the son of a
rich merchant. He is Raimundo de Cabrera de la frontera, which
essentially translates to "Raymond of Cabrera (a very, no very, very
tiny island, which is found amongst the Balearic Islands, which is
between, what is today, Spain and Italy) of the frontier (i.e. on the
frontier that separates the lands of Islam from Christendom)". I will
proceed to talk about his civilian capacity, as I have already written,
ad nauseum, about his military aspect, on other forums (see
facebook.com). Besides being a contractor for the local urban militias
of the kingdom of Aragon, specializing in cloth armour supplies, he is
a convicted addict of the vacilating fahion trends coming out of
northern Italy, not Burgandy thank you ("so yesterday, ya know") in the
1480's. "France had their chance" ("I was a poet an didna know it!").
Sorry for the cliche (oops, sorry for that French pun within the cliche
too!). I really must get back to the point here, mustn't I? Oh boy,
there I almost went over to the military again, whew, close! Okay,
okay, give me another chance ("nah, I'm not distractable, hah!"). Um,
so he is dressed, going from innermost layer outwards, in well, okay,
perhaps I should say how he dresses himself everyday. First, getting
out of bed and washed up, being rich enough for only one attendant, he
has a "fresh" cotton/linen chemise put on (well, fresh, only if you
consider that would be only three days old in stench), with a "fresh"
pair of breeches (i.e. underpants resembling modern men's briefs, not
boxers, but not knit either, but tied on). It is a good thing that the
windows are both plenty and large at the top of his tower, where a good
Mediterranean sea breeze at night can at least dry the previous day's
chemises and breeches out. After this layer, comes what what was
considered, for at least the previous 500 years, as underwear, in
modern sense of being unmentionable or naughty to be seen in
publically. Our modern viewpoint would not relate to this, as I am of
course about to describe: doublet and hosen. But being in the throws
of the "must-haves" of the Italian Renaissance, he is convinced that he
simply has to go about in his "underwear", just to keep up. At any
rate, his doublet consists of high level of tailoring skill, in the
sense of (customized) modern menswear, being complexely structured and
padded in just the right way. For example, it has the pidgeon-breast
silhouette, which is in demand, for his torso, not the peascod one of a
century later. The inner layer is of cheap cotton, because A) no one
ever sees the inside of it, and B) being a Spaniard, it is cheap for
him because he has far greater geographic access to the Muslim trade
connections for that fiber in particular, than say a German or
Englishman. The outside layer is of a brocade consisting of the ground
in a silken/woolen mix, in a satin weave, with the raised woolen threads being arranged in the geometery unique to Mudejar artistic styles.
His collar could be described as a cross between a modern Nehru jacket
style and the Eton collars from around 1900, enhancing the profound
structure, in period demand of a proper gentleman's appearance. The
forearms are more than skin-tight, the entire sleeves' outer seams
being closed by buttons, so that the "fresh" chemise can be fashionably puffed out, as it were. His hosen are primarily of a fine, bias-cut wool, with a linen lining, and leather for the soles, so that, if he wishes to, he can momentarily abandon any other means of footwear. Yes, the soles of
his hosen are the period equivalent to putting on a pair of slippers at
the end of the day, today. The difference is that these, being
intergral to the hosen, cover a bit more than just the front of the
feet. Yet, they are only to be visable if you manage to see the bottom
of his feet, perhaps when running, for example. By the way, his hosen are black with ox-blood red soles. The majority of his doublet is navy/deep blue with the raised threads being midnight black. The colours, mentioned so far, make it seem rather drab, doesn't it? Well, that is about to change. For
his more formal attire, for example, when meeting clients, he puts over
his "underwear", a velvet, fur-trimmed tabard and woolen capuchon for
his head, both of which are bright red. Alternatively, his more
informal, felted wool cap is bright red too. His capuchon is
essentially a hood put on at 90 degrees from the original way it was
intended, simply because that is the rebellious way to do it, just like
the "kids these days" have been putting on their baseball caps
backwards/sideways since the 1980's. Gosh, that makes "kids these
days" look unoriginal by more than a few centuries, eh? So,
back to his dressing proceedure. He ties on his braies/breeches, slips
on over his head, then ties shut, his chemise. Then pulls on up his hosen, tying them subsequently to his doublet at the hem, at various "points", pardon the pun. Back then, they did not use belts and belt loops like we do today. Points are
essentially the individual bits of basically shoe-laces that tie each
tiny pair of holes to their corresponding pair on the other hem, i.e.
the waistband of the hosen to hem of the doublet. Typically, there are
anywhere from a minimum of 5 pairs of eyelets (on each hem, so double
that already), to as much as twice that, on an average doublet. I have
found from personal experience that one only needs to undo, upon call
of necesity, the front 1-3 points, leaving the doublet and hosen
connected in back, in a dangling manner, when on left on a hanger, for
example, rather than having to undo/redo all of the points, all the
time. Alternatively, I could employ (yes, it is documented), either
buttons or hook-&-eye closures, in place of points in
my next ensemble. Perhaps not though, as I do not see these other two
methods being as secure or reliable as the initial method, even if more
convenient. If I do go with buttons, to reflect the "Spanishness", so
to speak, they will be large, brass demi-spheres. The buttons along
the sleeves however, will be tiny and completely spherical brass ones.
Being complete spheres, they are not meant to be functional, but rather
permanent, considering the headache I have experienced trying to either
keep them in place or capable of conveniently opening. Obviously,
being of middle class (a.k.a. labour class), he is inclined, more than
a little, to have his clothing made with function, in addition to
fashion, kept in mind. In the end, I also simply say, he is a Spaniard
trying to be an Italian.
Les saluda atentamente(sincerely yours), MasterPeterson.

Fabric Trims - Athen...Remember: Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons for ye be crunchy, and good with ketchup..Oh, and, have a great weekend!
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