Easter Eggs

Fabergé really had the coolest job!

From PBS:
The Easter of 1885 also marks the twentieth anniversary of Czar Alexander III and Czarina Maria Fedorovna, and the Czar needs an exceptional gift for his wife.

So he places an order with a young jeweler, Peter Carl Fabergé, whose beautiful creations have recently caught Maria's eye.

On Easter morning, Fabergé delivers to the palace what appears to be a simple enameled egg. But to the delight of the Empress, inside is a golden yolk; within the yolk is a golden hen; and concealed within the hen is a diamond miniature of the royal crown and a tiny ruby egg – both now lost to history.

His wife's delight is all the Czar needs to reward Fabergé with a commission for an Easter egg every year. The requirements are straightforward: each egg must be unique, and each must contain a suitable surprise for the Empress. With consummate craftsmanship and an inventive spirit, Fabergé repeatedly meets the challenge, borrowing inspiration from the gilded lives of the Czar and Czarina.

Too bad Egon Schiele wasn’t in on this sweet egg action. Can you imagine how awesome it would be to have The Embrace on a lovely little spheroid? And, who knows, maybe he wouldn't have had to ditch Wally, marry that respectable tart Edith *sniff* and die of the Spanish Flu at the tragically early age of 28. So much hard doom could have been ducked if only he could've done up a few eggs!

Klimt’s Danae, Kiss and Medicine would, of course, be perfect.

And how about some Absinthe drinkers—hmmm? Degas and Picasso weren't exactly hard up for the odd centime, the stray peseta but, ya know, a few eggs couldn't have hurt.

Wonder if I could get an egg painting gig. I think I'd be dazzlingly fab at this. Oh yeah!

Emmm, Buona Pasqua, Frohe Ostern, Joyeuses Pâques, Felices Pascuas, A' Chàisg sona and a rousing Beannachtaí na Cásca y'all!