“I equal the highest-born ladies with my birth, I surpass them with my beauty, and I judge them with my mind.” Thus spoke Virginia Oldoïni, Countess of Castiglione, who was convinced that she was the most beautiful woman since God had created Earth. With this attitude, she managed to lead not one, but several lives. Conspirator, a diplomat in petticoats, an emancipated courtesan, a pioneer of photography, an art director, and a producer, La Castiglione was, above all, a professional beauty. Aged only 18, married for a year, and mother of a male child, Virginia—Nicchia to family and friends—already managed to add several lovers to her stable of admirers in her native land. One of them was Victor Emmanuel II, King of Sardinia, who dreamt of a united Italy.
A part of Northern Italy (in yellow) was then a territory of the Austrian Empire, and the Austrians were unwilling to part with it. An armed conflict could not be won without strong allies. One of the most desirable allies for this project was Napoleon III. Knowing the French monarch’s penchant for women, Victor Emmanuel and his minister Cavour (Virginia’s cousin) thought of the Pearl of Italy as Virginia was then known. They charged her with the mission of convincing the French emperor to lend a helping hand for the unification of the country. Impressed with the importance of the plot, she accepted eagerly. The king and his minister profited from their visit to France by spreading the rumor of her beauty so that when she finally appeared in Paris, in January 1856, she was the object of widespread curiosity at Court.
The diplomatic task was not as easy as Virginia expected. Napoleon III, usually easily seducible, resisted for four agonizing months. During that time, the countess spent heavily on extravagant outfits with very low-cut necklines. One wit observed that the deeper Virginia’s décolletages became, the less room there remained in men’s pants. She began to specialize in spectacular entrances, usually toward the end of social gatherings. On one such occasion, she entered the ballroom as Napoleon III was leaving. “You are too late,” he said to her. “No, Sire. You are leaving too early,” she retorted.
This marked a break in her bad luck. The emperor, who had considered her a dull doll, took notice. Her appearance at a masked ball as a Decadent Roman Woman finally brought result. With her abundant hair loose and her skirt split to show a nude leg, a ring on each toe, she caused a sensation. A crowd gathered around her to gape; some women even climbed onto the furniture to get a better view. Within a week, she became the emperor’s mistress, and her letters describing successful pillow talk reached the Sardinian embassy to be dispatched by diplomatic mail.
While Virginia enjoyed the status of the emperor’s mistress, her impoverished husband returned home to sell the family silver. His wife’s extravagance had ruined him and the pair separated for good. Virginia made no friends at the French court either. She was heartily hated by all for her stupid arrogance. They called her the Too Much Countess and when she kept bragging about her lover’s gifts, the emperor cut her off without mercy. Napoleon III would not tolerate indiscreet mistresses.
After two years basking in the imperial favor, La Castiglione returned home to Turin, defeated, and soon sank into boredom. She brightened up when Victor Emmanuel granted her a pension for her diplomatic merits. She began to travel to the courts of Europe as her scandalous reputation led to invitations from people who wanted to satisfy their curiosity. During her stay at the court of the King of Prussia, she made the acquaintance of Chancellor Bismarck. Her second chance at diplomacy came much later (in 1871) when Napoleon III, ill, defeated, and with his empire in ruins, asked her to intervene with Bismarck to cancel his plan for the Prussian army to occupy Paris. Paris was spared the Prussian occupation.
In 1863, she was invited to a costume ball in the imperial palace. She appeared disguised as Queen of Etruria. Virginia rushed the next day to the photography studio to immortalize her outfit. Convinced of her success and her return to the upper echelons, she took lascivious and suave poses, miming innocence. However, the costume was judged scandalous. The press was unleashed and she was accused of appearing naked at the party.
The volcanic countess continued to produce dramatic photographs of herself for many years. The Metropolitan Museum in New York has a collection of some 400 of them. Virginia appears as a tragic victim, a pursued virgin, a nun, an Odalisque, and many other incarnations. She was the first to invent dramatic poses. By choosing the costumes, the angles, and the shots, she wrote a new chapter in the history of photography.
Women, who build their life on their beauty alone, suffer when old age hits. A few of the lucky ones accept their fate and do not fight the wrinkles. Others hang on, using artificial means to preserve beauty until they become the caricatures of their former selves. Some go into hiding. No longer able to admire herself in the mirror, Virginia banned all mirrors from her house. With her husband and son deceased, she ended her days alone, immured in a modest Parisian apartment with the walls covered in black and the shutters closed. She died in 1899, aged 62. The Italian embassy immediately dispatched an agent to burn all possibly compromising correspondence.
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Fascinating!
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Meh… I’m not seeing it, the supposed beauty. Maybe she’s an acquired taste.😏😁
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The taste changes with every generation. I guess she strongly believed in herself and created an aura of excitement which the photographs are unable to convey.
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True.
If you think you’re sexy, you ARE sexy.😎😁
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Right!
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As usual, fascinating stuff. Doing research for my most recent book, I found a biography of a young woman at Vassar in 1880s…and one of her major forms of amusement seemed to be go to town with friends, pick up “Dudes” who were young men from nearby colleges, and have cheap photographs taken (selfies), often with props and with the young women even dressing up like men. This really reminded me of that.
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Thanks for stopping by, ML. Narcissism is a usual feature of the late teen years so your young student at Vassar could be excused. Here it lasted a lifetime and it certainly bordered with mental illness.
I don’t know if you noticed in here: I recently published a book on Voltaire. It’s a biographic screenplay so I don’t know if it fits into our list. Probably not. Let me know, please.
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I loved the article! I’m now buying “Fame and Infamy,” and I can’t wait to dig in.
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Good decision. I hope you’ll enjoy the read, Lisa!
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