If you’re thinking that the young woman in the portrait is Lorraine, think again.
She’s a Gibson Girl drawing cherished by Lorraine’s beloved mother, who loved every kind of Victoriana. And the fan is also genuinely old, found by Lorraine somewhere (where exactly? she doesn’t quite remember, but she loves it). Ditto for the vase. Modern sunglasses, of course, and a keychain with a cutesy monkey fob — She’s arranged all these things on a tabletop in the room she uses as a den, put them together because she loves them all.
The old blended with the new, the seriously beautiful with the lowdown and funky —
The best possible portrait of Lorraine, more accurate, I think, than any one photograph could possibly be. The Gibson girl is a cliché, lovely, but still a cliché. Lorraine? She’s an ORIGINAL.