Nature, nature, I am your bride
It is one of the most recognizable scenes in modern cinema: the immortal Orlando, after just having refused a marriage proposal from Archduke Harry, flees through a labyrinth. Lifting her blue robe à la française, which fills the narrow passages of the labyrinth, she keeps her gaze straight ahead and strides into a different century. When she makes her way out of the labyrinth Orlando’s powdered wig has changed into an 1850’s appropriate hairstyle and her robe à la française transformed into a deep blue Victorian gown, over which she trips. Orlando lays face down in a fog covered garden of the estate that, now that she’s a woman, is no longer in her possession.