The sitting room setee – this would be the couch Claudia positioned the poisoned boys on
the piano in the back of the parlor – in the film it was angled differently with the windows to the back but in the same back corner of the parlor
Dinner setting in the kitchen adjacent to the courtyard
the duo desk in the parlor that Lestat threw himself upon following the poisoning
2nd floor desk/library – likely would have been Louis’ domain
the vanity table in Lestats room
Lestat’s bed – note the dramatic canopy
Louis’s bed – note how much simpler/no frills it is
Claudia’s bedroom (sorry for the angle, it was closed off for renovations). She had her own bed with a mini canopy, a sitting area with 2 chairs and a table, and 2 floor length windows to the balcony.
the desk in Louis’ room – it was next to a floor length window which opened up to the balcony that he shared with Claudia (they could open the window and walk out onto the balcony together)
A handful of my photos from The Gallier house AKA Rue Royale.
This is the French Quarter home that Anne Rice based Louis Lestat and Claudia’s home on, and I had chills walking through the entire building. Much love to @i-want-my-iwtv for making me aware of the location. It was fantastic to visit.
I have captioned each photo with where/how they played into the series, based on my interpretation, the floor plan, and where things were angled in the film. If you want to see anymore of the photos I took/the explanations behind them, send me a message and I will make you another set.
Little fun fact about the house – everything green you see here (including the front of the house/the balcony railings) was originally dyed/painted with a color called Paris Green, that was primarily made of arsenic. The homes often killed their occupants within 10 years of arsenic poisoning, but for a bunch of vampires, it was perfectly fine.
(You can see Louis’ bedroom chair and table through the door in this gif!)
Excellent report post, @stardustchild. Lovely pic set ❤
“Just so, one loop over the other, then under and through…” he said, the laces of Claudia’s shoes forming into a bow under his nimble fingers. “And pull tight, ma chérie. Simple as that.” Without a moment’s hesitation, her little fingers tugged the laces back open and tried now, for the very first time, to tie them on her own.
They sat on the carpet, her body curled forward in concentration, whispering the directions again to herself as he smiled down above her. He reached out and tucked a stray golden curl behind her ear and she spared him not one bit of attention.
In the warm light of the lamps, I watched them from across the room. We had been together now for some four years, Lestat and I. In that time, I had rarely seen this expression on his face. When he seduced his victims it was with rapt attention, his tongue flicking at his fangs imperceptibly to them, so vulgar to me. He would slink towards me catlike after killing and it was similarly intoxicating. I would let him take what he wanted, and there was lust for him, his wandering hands and whispered praise, but was that love? It left me satisfied, guilty, confused.
This was new, he was patient with the child, embraced her not to consume but with compassion. Their laughter lent a sparkle to the space I had shared with him alone. Together they brought things out of me I assumed I did not have.
“I did it!” said Claudia, her face upturned to him brightly. “Bravo!” he applauded with polite clapping as if at an opera. She shifted position, undid her bow and busied herself with tying it again.
It was in that moment that he glanced at me, his smile still tender and gentle, I felt my heart trip and stop for an instant. He waved me over and I came, entranced. He gestured for my foot. “Oh no, it looks as if,” in one fluid motion he hooked a finger in and opened my shoelaces. “Papa Noir’s laces need tying, whatever shall we-”
“Me,” said Claudia, starting already for the laces. “I’ll fix them for you.” I felt Lestat’s hand on my ankle, his nail lightly stroking my skin, then move up, squeezing my calf as we watched her together. That was the moment I fell in love with him.
I am SUCH a sucker for the ‘grisly, damaged adult man who has to suddenly care for and protect an abandoned child and it’s NOT creepy’ trope. like give me more reluctant makeshift dads pleaze
I-want-my-IWTV 