Some of the display’s visuals are too sensitive to be left up all the time.
With great pleasure, Buckingham Palace announces the release of an astounding array of never-before-seen images from the royal archives.
The unique exhibition “Royal Portraits: A Century of Photography” at The King’s Gallery inside Buckingham Palace is scheduled to debut on May 17 and will highlight the development of royal portrait photography from the 1920s to the present. More than 150 one-of-a-kind pieces from the Royal Collection and Royal Archives will be on show, with many of these old prints appearing for the first time. A unique look into the creative processes behind these historical photos is provided by the show, which also features unseen proofs and archival correspondence.
A poignant 1964 portrait of Queen Elizabeth, Princess Margaret, Princess Alexandra, and the then-Duchess of Kent holding their babies is one of the most notable items. This heartwarming photo was taken by Princess Margaret’s husband, Antony Armstrong-Jones, as a special thank-you to royal obstetrician Sir John Peel, who assisted in the delivery of all four babies in less than two months. Princess Margaret is holding her daughter Lady Sarah tenderly while Queen Elizabeth is grinning at the camera and holding Prince Edward, the youngest of her four children.
Snowdon, the Royal Collection Trust, and Camera Press
Images of Queen Elizabeth’s parents, King George VI and the Queen Mother, taken during World War II make up another moving section of the display. Cecil Beaton captured these pictures with the intention of bringing stability and hope during tumultuous times. Notable images of the royal couple taken in 1940 at Buckingham Palace include a dramatic view of them assessing bomb damage and a sweet family photo taken in 1943 at Royal Lodge in Windsor, which shows Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret as little children gathered around their father’s desk.
Snowdon, the Royal Collection Trust, and Camera Press
The thrill and exclusivity of this event is further enhanced by the fact that the Royal Collection Trust emphasizes that these vintage photos cannot be permanently shown due to conservation needs. The display covers an amazing range of historical periods, including the first color image of a member of the royal family, Queen Elizabeth’s 1953 coronation portrait, the Queen’s sparkling painting by Andy Warhol from 1985, and even Kate Middleton’s arresting 40th birthday shot.
It’s interesting to note that Kate’s milestone birthday portrait will be on display next to a portrait of Princess Alexandra from 1864, which it looks a lot like.
Charles III, His Majesty, Royal Collection Trust, 2024
The audio guide for this fascinating exhibit, which is narrated by the adored Dame Joanna Lumley, includes commentary from well-known photographers Rankin and John Swannell. Hugo Burnand has also contributed to the guide; he has a long-standing professional relationship with King Charles and Queen Camilla, having taken their formal coronation photographs in May 2023.
Paolo Reversi/Royal Collection Trust Photographer
Exhibiting photographs by renowned photographers including David Bailey, Annie Leibovitz, Polly Borland, and Dorothy Wilding, this show is sure to thrill royal photography enthusiasts.
Remember to put dates in your calendars! The King’s Gallery at Buckingham Palace will unveil “Royal Portraits: A Century of Photography” on May 17. This is a unique chance to experience history unfold before your eyes as a unique collection of royal moments are captured via the skill of photography.
Charles III, His Majesty, Royal Collection Trust, 2024
MY DAD IS REFUSING TO PAY FOR MY WEDDING.
The ornate wedding invitation lay discarded on the floor, its delicate calligraphy mocking me. My father, sitting opposite me at the kitchen table, avoided my gaze, stirring his coffee with a grim determination.
“Dad,” I began, my voice trembling, “I don’t understand. Why won’t you help with the wedding?”
He sighed, a heavy weight settling on his shoulders. “Look, sweetheart, I understand this is important to you. But things are tight right now. I… I simply don’t have the funds.”
“But you paid for Sarah’s wedding,” I countered, my voice rising. “You even gave them a down payment on their house!”
He looked up, his eyes avoiding mine. “Things were different then. I had just gotten a promotion…”
“That’s not fair, Dad!” I exclaimed, my voice cracking. “I’m your daughter too! You promised to help with my wedding.”
He looked away, his face etched with a mixture of guilt and frustration. “I know, I know. But things have changed. I’ve had some unexpected medical expenses…”
Unexpected medical expenses? That seemed to be his excuse for everything these days. My father, a man who had always prided himself on his financial stability, was suddenly plagued by a series of unforeseen calamities.
“But Dad,” I pleaded, “this is my wedding. I’ve been planning this for years. I’ve already booked the venue, sent out invitations…”
He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and helplessness. “I know, sweetheart. I know. But I just can’t.”
The weight of his words hit me like a physical blow. I felt betrayed, abandoned. My dream wedding, the culmination of years of planning and anticipation, was slipping through my fingers.
Tears welled up in my eyes. “Fine,” I said, my voice trembling. “If you won’t help, then I’ll figure it out myself.”
I stormed out of the house, the sound of his sigh echoing in my ears. I felt alone, abandoned, and utterly heartbroken. How could he do this to me? After all the years of sacrifices, all the love and support I had given him, he was abandoning me in my time of need.
The following days were a blur of frantic phone calls, desperate budget cuts, and agonizing decisions. I had to scale back the guest list, eliminate the live band, and compromise on every detail of my dream wedding. The joy I had anticipated was replaced by a gnawing sense of resentment and disappointment.
But I refused to let my father ruin my happiness. I vowed to make this wedding happen, even if it meant going into debt. I worked overtime, picked up extra shifts at the coffee shop, and even sold some of my prized possessions.
The wedding day finally arrived, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. As I walked down the aisle, my father sat in the front row, his face etched with a mixture of pride and regret. I smiled at him, a small, forgiving smile.
The ceremony was beautiful, despite the scaled-down budget. And as I stood at the altar, exchanging vows with the man I loved, I realized that my father’s absence had only made me stronger. It had taught me the importance of independence, of resilience, of relying on myself.
Later, as we danced our first dance, I looked at my husband, his eyes filled with love and admiration. “I did it,” I whispered, “I did it without his help.”
He smiled, pulling me closer. “You always were a fighter,” he said. “I’m so proud of you.”
Looking back, I realized that my father’s refusal to help, while hurtful, had been a blessing in disguise. It had forced me to become stronger, more independent, and more resourceful. It had taught me the true meaning of self-reliance and the importance of believing in myself.
And as I looked into my husband’s eyes, I knew that despite the challenges, we had built a life together, a life that was truly our own.
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