EN Gilt Rococo Wall Mirror in Louis XV Style This gilt rococo wall mirror captures the playful asymmetry of the Louis XV taste in miniature: a pierced ribbon bow crest tops a shaped frame carved with acanthus scrolls and rocaille… 135,00 €
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Zeltīts sienas spogulis ar lentes mezglu — Luija XV stilā, (Gilt Rococo Wall Mirror in Louis XV Style)( 5737)
Height 74.5 cm Width 45.5 cm
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Dimensions:
Height — 74.5 cm
Width — 45.5 cm
Gilt Rococo Wall Mirror in Louis XV Style
This gilt rococo wall mirror captures the playful asymmetry of the Louis XV taste in miniature: a pierced ribbon bow crest tops a shaped frame carved with acanthus scrolls and rocaille shellwork, all finished in warm gold. As a gilt rococo wall mirror, it is cast from moulded composition rather than solid wood, which explains its surprisingly light weight in hand. Made in the mid-20th century as a stylistic continuation of the 18th-century original, it makes no claim to period authenticity — it is an honest, decorative echo of an earlier taste. No maker’s mark or foundry stamp is present; the finish and construction are typical of the mid-century decorative mirror trade, which drew freely on Rococo and Louis XV motifs for the domestic market. This gilt rococo wall mirror suits a hallway, boudoir, or dressing table, and pairs comfortably with other gilt accessories in a period-inspired interior. Its modest scale and light weight make it easy to hang even on interior partition walls. The gilding shows gentle, honest wear in places, lending it a lived-in warmth rather than a showroom finish; the glass itself is clear and sound. Gilt rococo wall mirror, the condition of the piece is fully shown in the photographs.
Rococo-era snapshot (Vigée Le Brun): Afternoon light slants across the boudoir, and she leans a moment closer to the glass before turning back to her easel. The gilded bow above the frame catches the last of the sun, throwing a brief, dazzling line across her sight. Something pale and restless stirs among the shadowed foliage — a jawline, perhaps, or only a trick of the light, hard to say for certain. Behind her, silk rustles; someone has entered and paused at the door, unwilling to interrupt. She smiles at her own reflection — not for herself, but for the portrait still to come.
