House Serret gate

Peacock gate from Palace d`Or (Jaipur, India)

Oh, how I`d love to see this wonder with my own eyes someday! In the meantime, it reminded me of the peacock of house Serret. I know it `s a little too exotic for a medieval land such as Westeros, but still we have the oriental Dorne as one of the seven kingdoms, so why not?

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Game of thrones art nouveau

I simply love Missy Pena`s work on Game of thrones characters. Turning them into art nouveau is extremely interesting and daring,  but maintaining the medieval air at the same time is a real challenge. Nailed it!

Daenerys Targaryen (Missy Pena)

Sansa Stark (Missy Pena)

Ygritte (Missy Pena)

Margaery Tyrell (Missy Pena)

Cersei Lannister (Missy Pena)

Cersei Lannister dress by Gareth Pugh

Gareth Pugh fall 2013 -black dress

The second i saw this magnificent dress I thought to Cersei. It`s so much of her style from the last two seasons in it-the black, the material, the texture, the sleeves, the model of the skirt, everything. It reminded me of her coronation dress, just add some feathers and voila! The result is this. Below i posted the original dress to show all the similarities.

Targaryen dress and Night`s queen dress by Fireflay path

Fireflay path-red and black dress

Dark, majestic, a little creepy, medieval, with a lot of scales like the ones of a dragon, red and black, the colors of house Targaryen, I belive there is absolutely nothing more accurate as a dress for a Targaryen lady. Fireflay path does some incredible stuff and this is certainly one of them.

Fireflay path-blue and white dress

And this looks like something that the Night`s queen would wear. All about that snowflake and snowy branches on the impeccable background of blue ice.

Hands of gold

I simply adore this song! I adore the lyrics, the way the producers put it in the show in that peaceful, innocent little scene that give us some hope, the real story of Tyrion and Shae behind it, and I also adore the cover by Peter Hollens. Enjoy!

Lyrics:

He rode through the streets of the city,

Down from his hill on high.

O’er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles,

He rode to a woman’s sigh.

For she was his secret treasure,

She was his shame and his bliss.

And a chain and a keep are nothing,

Compared to a woman’s kiss.

For hands of gold are always cold,

But a woman’s hands are warm!

For hands of gold are always cold,

But a woman’s hands are warm!