Here’s a thing. Popes may be transported on the sedia gestatoria fastened on a suppedaneum by twelve palafrenieri and flanked by the flabellum, and if you’ve ever been flanked by the flabellum, you know how painful that can be.
The sedia gestat…never mind, it’s a satin sedan chair carried by six men on each side—was a practical necessity in pre-popemobile times, because one of the solemn duties of the pope is to wear up to seventy pounds of frippery until the day he dies, and that can take a lot out of a pope, many of whom do not have a drag queen’s sturdy constitution.
There’s nothing like a freshly dead Pope to plunge you into the catacombs of Wikipedia. Here’s a dead pope fact: there was one named Formosus who, in 897, was posthumously executed. Somebody was mad at him and upset that he had died before being brought to justice. So his corpse was exhumed and propped up on a throne to be put on trial in the so-called Cadaver Synod. Then his corpse was found guilty, executed, stripped, reburied unfancily, dug up again, and thrown in the river, and when it washed ashore, it performed some miracles for a while, as one does, and was re-interred. By that time, he was not merely dead, but really most sincerely dead.
Which brings us to the ruby slippers. And the other frippery. You have to have constructed parade floats for years before they’ll let you dress a pope. At any given time, the pope (he/his) might be wearing a triregnum, falda, and mantum, with a pallium or omophorium over his chasuble, a fanon in silver and gold stripes, and a sub-cinctorum. (The mantum is nothing but a very long cope, although the pope cope is long to begin with.) The falda hangs underneath the alb, which is worn over the cassock but underneath the chasuble. Presumably when the pope is installed on a set of steps with his falda hanging out it makes him look taller, or, more accurately, like a very tall man whose feet start halfway up.
In addition to all this regalia the pope is expected to wield his personal papal ferula. This is a long rod with a knob at the end. In the interest of discretion a crucifix was eventually added, and, in the modern era, one of those little grabby things on top to get things off the high shelf.
Generally speaking all of this will be red, white, gold, or silver, depending on the occasion. The pope is also given his own golden Ring of the Fisherman which is used to seal papal briefs. it is none of our business what color the papal briefs are.
The triregnum was retired after about a thousand years in 1963. Also known as the papal tiara, it was a gigantic hat in three tiers like a wedding cake, although there appear to be some auxiliary tiers in there also; same way we talk about bread, baloney, and cheese sandwiches, but the mayo and lettuce are implied. I had suspected of course that the three tiers represented the Holy Trinity, and I figured that was why we stopped with the Father and Son and the Holy Ghost. If we added the Sacred Bugaboo and the Red-Headed Stepchild, the pope might tip over. But actually this was not true on a couple levels. One, although the triple crowns could go up to ten pounds, some of the popes had theirs made of papier-mâché and could have managed several other segments of Godhood. Two, it wasn’t about the Trinity after all. It represents the three powers of the Pope: father of kings, governor of the world, and vicar of Christ.
I wouldn’t have guessed they’d make such a public deal out of the pope being the father of anybody, but there you are. The shape of the tiara is based on the ancient Phrygian cap, a soft conical number with the apex folded over, associated since ancient times with a number of Eastern European peoples such as the Medes, the Scythians, and the Smurfs.
Naturally, because the heavily bejeweled papal tiara was insufficiently cumbersome for the governor of the world, a pair of lappets was added to the back, and two keys, silver and gold, tied with a red cord, symbolizing something or other.
It’s a lot. Fortunately for the pope, he can get away with just a white cassock, pelligrina, a tufted fascia, a pectoral cross, and a white zucchetto when he’s padding about the house in his little red velvet slippers.
I’ve seen pictures of Jesus. He usually wore a big sheet or, in extremis, less. They didn’t get all this from him. Honestly? I don’t know what-all they got from him.
A sense of humility?
Gotta be it.
Obviously the Pope does not subscribe to Coco Chanel’s maxim: Once a woman is dressed, she should remove one accessory, as over-accessorizing is vulgar. I think that she would have doubled it for the Pope. (Oh, and Pope — I would remove the two HEAVIEST items. And maybe tone it down with the whole ensemble. There’s nothing wrong with a basic black cassock. You can accessorize it with pearls {not gold… you’re not a freakin’ rapper!} and maybe a tasteful Hermés scarf. There are YouTube videos on how you can tie it. Hope this helps keep you from looking like a drag queen, Pope! ….Unless that’s the look you’re going for. In that case, I’d recommend a makeup tutorial.)
You know, something like this would have kept the Flying Nun on the ground, at least.
Obvs these guys are unfamiliar with the Francis of Assisi look. Understated and practical. As a kid, I was always fascinated with the Infant of Prague statue in church. He (?) always had the best duds.
We Lutherans didn’t get any statuary.
I love all the wonderful names! Thanks.
Chasuble very much!
Even growing up Catholic, many of the things from the popetionary were vague, unknown, or long forgotten, however, white zucchetto, if done correctly is divine, but if done poorly, is not even fit for papal livestock.
I can’t find my recipe anyway.
If a manicure makes your hands prettier and a pedicure makes your feet prettier, what does a sinecure do?
Must be a Dispensation!
Aren’t you concerned of being struck down from above as a result of this article?
Even lapsed Lutherans don’t get zapped.
I propose a new field of sports broadcasting; livestream commentary of what the pope is wearing at this very moment. The image of the two guys holding the papal capery-doodle open brings to mind the scene in Father Ted where, at the very instant Bishop Brennan bent to kiss the Papal ring he realized that Father Ted had *indeed* kicked him up the arse, so he flew home and roared up the walk to Ted’s with his cape open *just like that*. And sure, doesn’t every fella want a long rod with a knob at the end?
And a little rubber zucchetto.
OMG, seventy pounds of frippery. I love Frippery. I didn’t even know what Frippery was until I lived in Madagascar, and there was frippery being delivered everyday to various markets down there in the Frippery section of Tana (you say that if you are a local, and don’t want to say Anantanarivo). You could go to the frip market, and watch the vacuum sucked plastic bales exploding into the market place. One of my favorite FRIP vendors was the bra guy, because FRIP is sorted and bundled like that – into specific clothing options – so bra’s were a exploding from one particular spot in the frippery market, and the bra guy would shout out all the attributes of the bra as he held them up for everyone there to consider. I loved seeing the single purpose easter dresses, donated with all the best intentions from the US, being worn in the canals by the kids with such pride. Ah, frippery. Eventually, all that frippery led me to the origins of the terms “flea market”. Which wasn’t quite as much fun as frippery.
Shoot, half the time I can’t remember if I made up a word or not. I just looked into “frippery” and discovered that it means “cast-off clothing” or “ostentatious clothing.” Both?
So cast-off ostentatious clothes are frippery-squared?
They got bugger-all from Jesus, no humility, no “less-is-more” no giving away of the wealth in order to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. I don’t even know how they manage to stand up under the weight of the clothes and guilt.
They’ve got an entire grand old party holding them up.
“You have to have constructed parade floats for years before they’ll let you dress a pope.”
Excellent use of the word ‘frippery’, Murr. And I now wonder if the word ‘falda’ has anything to do with the word folderol?
You did it again.
For a gal who studied French and German instead of Latin, you can really sling it!!
Anonymous, eh? And yet…you know things.
“First you get down on your knees,
fiddle with your rosaries,
bow your head with great respect, and
genuflect! genuflect! genuflect!
Do whatever steps you want, if
you have cleared them with the Pontiff…
Ever’body say his own kyrie eliaison, doing the Vatican Rag!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvhYqeGp_Do
By the incomparable Tom Lehrer. We kids laughed and screamed at this stuff, not having a clue why our parents thought it was so funny.
I can Resurrect that tune all by myself without looking it up.
When I first heard it I was old enough to understand about half of it.
Now you’ve made me hungry. I think I’ll toss some gastatoria with some omophoriom over pasta and wash it down with a (low calorie) beer. Don’t want to develop any more flabellum than I already have.
Don’t pass up the fried lappets. They’re sublime.