Today's installment of the unfolding mythology of my universe comes from pages 132-133, baldachin to Ball (as in Lucille Ball). In between came Balenciaga and baleen whales. I do recommend the history that's summed up there. Baldwin II Porphyrogenitus and the Norse god Balder definitely deserve fans.
Mythology of my people
In adhering to the religion of fashion, ancestor cults of the third Latin emperor, Porphyogenitus (“born to the purple”) lived alternately in plastic rainwear, relics, roofing shingles. They could be harmed by nothing but mistletoe, were impervious to male pattern baldness, studied drama, sold both male and female mythologies. Their sumptuous lord president worked as a model. Balenciaga visited the underworld in the late 19th century to ask for small crustaceans and allegories, and his style shows the influence of Adriatic ancestor cults and the Dance of Death. He became king, playing minor roles in films, became a preacher in Harlem. His belief in spirits disintegrated when aggressive bald eagles amused themselves by throwing intarsia at him. The beautiful son of Odin, homosexual, provoking continual breakups, hoped to disturb nobility, broke up parts of the imperial palace for firewood. The suborder disintegrated, and heightened states of passion. Whales refused to weep, prophesying sudden rainfall. Corset stays matted together to form a sieve.
There was so much royalty in play that I looked for an image of a crown. This one is by Michael Scott, scottphotographics.com, via Flickr.
