The National Portrait Gallery, founded in 1856, sits right off of Trafalgar Square. It is connected to the larger National Gallery. As it was our last day here, we (I) choose to visit the Portrait Gallery.
As I’ve probably mentioned before, portraits are my favorite. You can get a feel of what people looked like, and how they wanted to appear during a certain time period. You can also see all the lovely details in the clothing, hairstyles, and jewelry. So many favorites, it gets its own post.
Love love these two. The (naughty) Blond Women (Vecchio 1520) and The Lavergne Family Breakfast (1754). That is exactly how Katherine and I eat breakfast. Below, Reuben’s Samson and Delilah (1609) and Costa’s The Adoration of the Shepherds with Angels (1499).
Below, one of Klimt’s less colorful paintings, Hermine Gallia (painter of The Kiss) and Venus.
The infamous Van Gogh’s Chair and Monet’s Water Lilies. (Interestingly, neither are portraits…)
King Henry VIII and my favorite of his six wives, Anne Boleyn (the second and beheaded if you’re keeping track.)
His three kids, the young and sickly King Edward VI, the Catholic Queen Mary, the Protestant Queen Elizabeth I.
Me and my ultimate favorite. Queen Elizabeth I’s coronation portrait. 
George Washington.
Three Whig political hostesses depicted as The Three Witches from Macbeth.
Emma Hamilton and Horatio Nelson.
King George V, Princess Mary and their family; the rotund Daniel Lambert.
Almost done, promise.
Finishing with some fabulous Redheads. The amazing stained glass self portrait by Pauline Boty, Pianist Harriet Cohen (Dunlap), and fashion designer Dame Zandra Rhodes (Logan.)
And we are done.
xoxo-sk
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