When Lestat gives his name at Starbucks occasionally they’ll get it right but most of the time it’s stuff like “Lester” “Leslie” “Leshan” and on one occasion he spent the night in a huff because they gave him a cup that just said “La Shat”
Lestat putting on a little fashion show for Louis! Modern-day. No spoilers apply.
“How long does it take for you to change?” I said, slumping further into what these stores affectionately call “the boyfriend chair.” I checked my phone for the time, but did not remember the last time I’d checked it, so I tucked it back in place fruitlessly.
He stepped out of the fitting room sheathed in an amount of intricate dark red satin and chiffon that left just the right amount of flesh to the imagination. His long finger twirled a loose ribbon, a trickle of blood, as he studied my reaction. The scarlet enhanced the scant golden hair on his arms, legs, and broad chest. It gave him an altogether rosy glow.
In a blink he had crossed his arms and jutted out a smooth hip, sulking. “What, you don’t like it?” He gave his blond mane a toss and huffed. The saleswoman’s mouth had fallen open, as if seeing a miracle. She mumbled something about being wrong that a man couldn’t ‘pull off’ this outfit. I licked my lips. I could pull it off of him right then and there.
Lestat swiveled around and assumed a few classical sculpture poses in the 3-way mirror, but this was playing, still watching me.
“Really Louis, you’re hurting my feelings. Cat got your tongue? I’ve tried on so many and you just sit there.” He pouted, and I stood, stretching my limbs.
“Just because I don’t rain praise upon you,” I said, pressing my body against his in a sensual embrace, and he watched in the mirror as I ran my fingers along the edges of the thin fabric. “Does not mean you haven’t conquered me.”
Most men would simply wear a simple large shirt tucked into breeches.
Some men wore linen drawers if they could afford them, which were more or less just thinner breeches.
Because of all the layers of clothing, breeches (knee-length capris) opened in the front without having to actually drop them or undo the waist. Their width at the knees often buttoned tightly to stop stockings from rolling down if the garters at mid-thigh didn’t hold.
Put on some clothes, Lestat! Those scenes where Lestat is just wearing a shirt and breeches? Technically he’s only wearing underwear! Usually even at home, a proper gentleman (like Nicolas) would wear a banyan (an East Asian-inspired robe). When going out, a gentleman would wear a tight frock coat.
All of this goes out the window for the Third Estate, who pretty much only owned two sets of clothing for their entire lives.
Yes, he is! I would bet that he currently loves to learn about Italian culture, interior decorating, and he definitely loves the fashion. I imagine he’d have several wardrobe changes during his wedding, but this suit would definitely be in the rotation LOOK IT EVEN COMES W/ A TOP HAT AND CANE:
Lestat’s resentment doesn’t necessarily last forever. He talks about sending gifts and money to his family, and he even has a dream about turning all of them into vampires whether this is really more of a nightmare is left up to our interpretation 😛
It’s strange, while it’s true that he resents his male family members, he had a kind of resentment towards his mother, too (TVL):
I wanted to
tell her a lot of things, how much I loved her particularly. But I was
cautious. She had a way of cutting me off when I spoke to her, and mingled with my love was a powerful resentment of her. All my life I’d
watched her read her Italian books and scribble letters to people in
Naples, where she had grown up, yet she had no patience even to teach
me or my brothers the alphabet. And nothing had changed after I
came back from the monastery. I was twenty and I couldn’t read or
write more than a few prayers and my name. I hated the sight of her
books; I hated her absorption in them.
It appears that he would have loved to learn about her side of the family during his childhood, but for her own reasons, she chose to withhold that information ;A;
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