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“What’s in a name?” - Rhetorical and immortal question asked by Shakespeare’s enamoured heroine Juliet. Asked the same question, Marcel de Sade, doesn’t hesitate to answer. “In a name is adventure, imagination and endless possibilities, but one must build and develop a character to go with it.”

and what a character indeed. The Marquis wearing his “Gorilla-costume” some time in the 1980’s. The fur lining the jacket and adorning the head band was taken from an old gorilla hide bought from a taxidermist and thus given new life.

Hence was born his Excellence the Marquis de Keriolet. As a display window for an international jewellery business, started out of sheer necessity, because of the strict legislation concerning the right to bring currency out of post-World War II Denmark. “In the 1950’s much jewellery, especially Russian, was offered for sale in Danish auction houses. Due to the exile of Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna (Née Princess Dagmar of Denmark) in Denmark, the country hosted a numerous colony of Russian exiles who supported themselves largely by selling off what they had managed to bring out of Russia during the revolution. I started buying of these beautiful things” the Marquis relates, “because I found them attractive and I liked to wear them. But during a voyage to Switzerland, I discovered, that they could serve a completely different, and much more useful purpose. I was in Zurich, as I remember it, and was dining alone, when an American couple entered the restaurant. I was elegantly dressed and sparkled with emeralds as I had only days before had the good fortune to acquire a complete garniture, the tiara of which could be detached and turned into three separate items, two of which I had attached as small bouquets of flowers on the lapels of my dinner jacket. With my shining white hair, black beard, and tailor-made suit, I, frankly, could not help but attract the attention of the arriving couple. I continued my dinner, but before long, the waiter brought over an invitation from the couple, to join them at their table. I politely declined, because of the breach of etiquette my moving to their table would involve, but asked them to please join me at my table and let me be their host. They did, and in the ensuing conversation, the topic soon became the emeralds, which I confided belonged to a garniture, which had been

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in the family’s possession for generations. Which was the absolute truth - only not in my family’s, but that, at the time, seemed beside the point. When the woman found the courage to ask if the jewels might be for sale, I answered very reluctantly, but to make the story short: before the evening was out, I parted with them at about 10 times the amount, I had payed for them. An idea was born. I could go directly through customs laden with precious stones, as long as I wore them as part of my outfit, and once in Paris or Zurich sell them at great profit. The character of the Marquis was developed from this idea - as a display window, you might say. Hung on “him” the price of the jewels rose dramatically, and he was the perfect cover and aversion. With his “old-world-air”, the need to ask prying questions seemed instantly to evaporate.”

which he was the head accountant. A shock to the people who had fought to obtain invitations to the lavish parties thrown at the villa which he shared with his proclaimed “brother” Michel, and a front page story in all newspapers in the land for the next many months, relating every sordid detail from the court proceedings and relishing in the revelations of not only the life behind the scenes of high society, but also with typical Danish satisfaction at seeing the arrogant exposed in all their folly and pride go before a fall, grinning at the upper classes, who had been thus deceived as were they Hans Christian Andersen’s haughty emperor, concerned only with outwards appearance and oblivious to what was going on right under their very noses.

The Marquis arriving for a function probably in the 1960’s. As always immaculately dressed.

With Michel, photographed by renowned Danish photographer Rie Nissen in the late 1950’s

Few people realise, that this is the story behind one of the most elaborate and legendary scandals of 20th century Denmark. In 1963 the Marquis, beloved member of the Danish jet-set was arrested by the police and accused of fraud against the company in

“It is one of the few things I regret in my life”, de Sade admits, “but at the time it was the only option. I was accused of embezzling the company of approximately 800.000 DKK - a formidable sum in 1963 - but police found paid bills in my archive for more than

8 Million and I put up no defence. In my family, we face the music and takes whatever comes our way. I had committed the crime, at the time my reasons for doing so seemed to me utterly irrelevant and of a so personal nature, that I plainly refused to divulge them.

that the expected balance was in the account at the end of a month. When asked by friends and guests at my parties, who included my employer and his wife, where my money came from, I always smiled and said: “Well, I steal from the till”. People found that hilarious, until of course, it was discovered that I, as I always do, were telling the truth. I regret it now, but the four and a half years prison sentence I served as a consequence, I don’t regret for a second. It was the first and only time in my life, that I had the privilege of being able to do things that I wanted to do, I read the classics, I had not had the time to read before, I played the piano, I painted and, believe it or not, I ended up keeping the prison’s books. While the whole charade was going well, changing my name seemed the most sensible thing, as I didn’t want my family involved in or affiliated in any way with the whole thing, should it go wrong. This I succeeded in, and I am very glad I did. !”

His excellence in the course of his trial - kept up appearances throughout. Today, when everyone who were involved, but myself, have passed on, I don’t mind telling, that the attempt to help a person very close to me, who were in deeply troubling circumstances, initiated the whole unfortunate affair. I suddenly needed money at a time, where I didn’t have it to give out, and the company had promised me a christmas bonus. As the head accountant, I forwarded this bonus to my account a couple of months prior to the date, I was supposed to, but when Christmas came around no bonus was granted. As no-one seemed to realise, that the money was missing, I started using the company agios account as a sort of cash credit, always making sure,

Always a generous host, the Marquis’ home is one of extravaganza and surprises. And at the centre of events - His excellency - energetical and entertaining, making everyone feel as the guest of honour.

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Marcel and Lars, Frederiksberg September 2012. Photo:

The Marquis de Keriolet has generously agreed to allow into his huge Frederiksberg apartment, where he lives with his two daughters and household staff, for a fashion shoot. With him am I, his long time companion and close friend, Lars, who have agreed to give voice to the Marquis in this portrait article. We have known each other for almost 25 years, and have discovered in each other a remarkable compliance of tastes and humour. “Going on the 300 hundred years, many of my friends unfortunately are no more”, Marcel says with a glimpse of melancholy, but is quick to snap out of it when I remark that as slender as the Marquis keeps himself, he is in no immediate danger of decay himself - being merely skin and bones, the body will preserve almost eternally. “In your case, that certainly is not a risk”, the Marquis retorts, to which I immediately retaliate, that the only probable risk of death for the Marquis, would be if he bit his tongue. It is so poisonous, that no antidote has yet been developed. Joking and chatting about life, art, opera in particular, ballet, film and literature, but never about staff, disease or politics, we have spent hours and days enjoying each others company for the last quarter century.

Marcel has had the most profound impact on me and my perspective on life of any person alive today. When we first met, I was a very young man, and before we had known each other for more than 6 hours, Marcel had invited me to live in his home, had provided me with a key and a permission to come and go as I pleased and to regard his home as my own. A confidence in other people so great, that I have never experienced it to the same extent in any other person. I have tried to live by the same standards as Marcel, to copy his extraordinary kindness towards other people, his openness towards people from all backgrounds, however different from his own and his enormous generosity. He never puts himself first, and is always hospitable, civil and entertaining, never allowing fatigue to show as long as there are people who need him or expect something of him. When I arrived to Copenhagen after having completed my military service, I found at his a home, that I have ever since regarded as my own. We share a variety of interests and never lack topics to converse about. He has been my ardent supporter in my career within opera and has followed my teaching with interest and sound advice. In using Marcel as an advisor, one rarely gets the answer one expects nor necessarily one, to one’s liking, but rest assured, his advice always reflects the seemingly quixotic perspectives on life, according which, the Marquis conducts his own affairs. We are both from Jutland, perhaps this is where some of the foundations can be found for our longstanding, intense friendship. “I was born in Aalborg”, Marcel explains”, to a single mother, but raised until I was about 5 years old in the house of my maternal grandparents in Løkken on the north west coast of Jutland.

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The kindness of Marcel, shines through every sparkling attempt to disguise himself as the Marquis. To Marcel the two are distinctly different personas, all be they both part of him, of course. He is acutely aware of when hé has been invited, and when the Marquis is expected, and he plays the part benevolently. In private, Marcel always outshines the more public appearance of the Marquis.

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A harsh landscape, shaped by sand and wind, where the people are sturdy and stalwart. I adore this region of Denmark and its inhabitants and have had a cottage there for more than 25 years, spending there as many months each summer, as I could possibly leave Copenhagen. The family burial plot is there, prepaid for the next 60 years, and this is where I myself will one day be laid to rest. “ One need not be long in the Marquis’ presence before his grandmother blends in to his conversation, and to know him is also to know her. Her proverbs and philosophy about life are still landmarks by which to judge right from wrong in Marcel’s existence, and in that sense, she remains even from her grave omnipotent. For someone who has been dead for almost 80 years, she seems strangely present. I have often felt, as if I myself, had known her as well. “I lived in Løkken until my mother married and I was adopted by her husband”, Marcel continues his tale. “By this time, my grandmother, who had doted on me completely, had died quite young, and left me a generous inheritance. With my mother and her husband, we set up in Copenhagen, my father, as I henceforth regarded him, sailed for The Danish East-Asian Company and was gone for months at a time, while my mother and I and later my two brothers would be in Copenhagen as part of my enormous maternal family, who populated the capital. One of my uncles was a coffee merchant with a number of shops on Værnedamsvej, of which I today have a view from the servants wing of my apartment, another uncle, Andreas Møller, served for a time as executive director of the Royal Theatre, and a third,

Kai de Fine Licht was the palace steward at Christansborg Palace (Seat of the Danish Parliament), and then there were the aunts - seven in number, all strongly influenced by my grandmother, and all completely enamoured of me. Not only did I play the piano and know how to wait on them and cater to their whims, I also liked to sit and listen to their stories. I looked after them all until they died, one after the other, and their engagement rings were passed down to me. Seven beautiful solitaire brilliant rings, out of which I had made, what I refer to as my “Barbara Hutton ring”, because she owned one very similar. It is a large brilliant in the middle with the seven stones from the aunts in a circle around it to form the petals of a beautiful flower. I wear it always to remind me of their kindness and the fun we had together. Family is so very important to me.” How has growing up during the Second World War and the Nazi occupation of Denmark influenced your life? “On three important points paramount. First of all, the enormous respect, I have for our Royal family was founded during the occupation where the King, Christian X, exhibited his resistance against the invaders on many occasions, but never more openly than by continuing his daily rides through the streets of Copenhagen, thereby boosting the moral of the Danes, and showing, that a legitimate ruler of the country still remained. This is also why I, when initially offered the title of Duke, declined. In Denmark, there were ever only one Duke, namely the Majesty, who was Duke of Schleswig and Holstein, and I didn’t want appear as if I was positioning myself level with anyone Royal. So I opted for Marquis in stead. Secondly, my father, as I explained, sailed on one of ØK’s (East Asian Company) ships and in 1940 he and his captain sank their ship in defiance of a direct order to return the ship to Denmark to serve in the German war machine. Marcels uncle, Andreas Møller, Director of the Royal Theatre from 1931- 1938 alongside famous Vicar, author and resister Kaj Munk. The latter was killed by the nazis on the 4th of January 1944.

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For this he was interned in a French internment camp, from which we had to buy his freedom, spending a not insignificant amount of the inheritance left to me by my grandmother. I was, of course, not consulted on this, being at the time a very young child, but my mother as the executor of my estate didn’t hesitate for a minute, something I am eternally grateful for. I could not imagine growing up without my kind father, whom I respected immensely. The regard I held my father in was also partly responsible for the third significant experience I had during the occupation. One I had gladly lived without. My school was turned in to army barracks, and we pupils were moved from one place to another, I have been taught in a gymnasium, in private apartments and even in a belfry. At one point, we were moved to the former barracks of the Royal Horse Guards, who had in 1940 been transferred to Næstved in southern Sealand. We shared these premises with a contingency of German officers, who were accommodated there as well. Soon it was discovered, that I played the piano very well, and on an almost daily basis I was taken out of class and summoned to the mess, where I was installed at the piano and asked to play the popular German songs and tunes of the day. Unfortunately, this led to something even more tragic for me. I was blond and blue eyed and some of the officers took a fancy to me, let’s put it this way: of a less artistic nature. They started bringing me to their rooms, when I was supposed to be playing for them. I knew very well, what would be the reaction of my father, should he ever find out what was happening, and I also knew, that this would most likely result in his death, so I kept silent, every day going to the public swimming pool to scrub down before going home. No one ever expected anything. My father was a former Danish swimming champion, and fully supported my zealous interest in swimming, and the times simply were different. Today, parents may have detected some of the subtle signals I sent out, but back then, such things were utterly unimaginable for people. As a consequence I loathed going to school and only much later did I learn to enjoy physical closeness with other people, through a very special

liaison in Paris. But I developed a capacity to endure physical and psychological stress and to keep up appearances, and if anything positive can be said to have come out of that entire abominable experience, it is, that I learned, that even if what doesn’t kill you, doesn’t make you stronger, you can endure it, if you stay true to yourself and don’t let it get you down.” After the war you went on a voyage around the world. “Well, half way around it is more accurate. You see, while ØK, at the beginning of the war, was not exactly thrilled by my father’s sinking of their ship, when the war ended they saw a potential in exploiting his deed to show that the company had been in opposition to the nazi regime from early on in the war. They knew, that we had bought my father’s freedom with our own funds and as a recognition of this, I was, via my father, offered a trip on board ØK’s ships around the world. I got no further than India, however, but had the wonderful experience of riding through Sahara with a Tuareg tribe and a less fortunate one, namely to become infected with Malaria in Kenya.” What happened then? “My family wanted me to get a proper education. As for myself, I didn’t have much idea about what I wanted to do. The only thing I did really well, was play the piano, having taken lessons for a number of years with royal court pianist Mrs Johanne Stockmarr, but my parents thought I should get a proper job. My teacher suggested I study comparative literature, and with youthful hubris, I decided on Russian and French literature. I didn’t speak a word of Russian and a very modest French, and hence could read nothing in original language, wherefore it was decided, I should go to Paris to improve my French. My teacher had a connection of sorts with Mr Jean-Paul Sartre who was very much in vogue at the time after the publishing of his novel “Les jeux sont faits”. I was set up to meet him in a café not far from Boulevard St Michel, but when I arrived, he was nowhere, having either forgotten completely or not bothered to show up. In retrospect, I can’t have been a very interesting prospect for a man of his reputation, at 15, with no experience to speak of and a French that didn’t suffice for any intellectual conversation. So I merely sat there in a corner, alone

and rather destitute, when a man whom I was later to learn was Jean Cocteau engaged me in conversation. When he discovered the background for my presence and the situation I was in, he surprisingly took me under his wing and introduced me to the person who was to influence me beyond any one else, and who managed to repair the damages caused by the abuse, I had suffered in my youth: Jean Marais. It has some times been claimed, that Jean Marais was no kind man. This I contest fully and completely. He was the most gentle, patient friend and companion imaginable. He took an immediate liking to me, and had me installed in the house of a friend of his, a Comtesse de R., who owned a stable of horses and grounds in which we could ride and enjoy complete privacy. In the evenings he would leave to work at the theatre, but the nights and the days, we benefitted from to the maximum. When I returned home, I had not only discovered, that mutuality can exist between lovers, but also gained an understanding of my self, and confidence in who and what I am, that I am forever indebted to him for. Naturally I couldn’t relate to my family what had gone on. Given my relatively young age, the whole thing was potentially a criminal offence in Denmark in the 1950’s where homophobia was prevalent and the so-called “ugly law” made life miserable for any one who diverted from a main-stream heterosexual path. So I told vividly about the Louvre, the Jeu de Paume, the Eiffel Tower etc. in as much detail as I could remember from what I had read, but without ever having visited even one of the many places.”

Jean Marais (1913 1998), was a French actor and director. Photo by Carl Van Vechten, 1949.

What is a Marquis? Is your title French? “Well the title of Marquis is French, of course, and Keriolet is in Brittany. I however, purchased the title through connections in the Vatican, who have always peddled noble titles. I did a personal service for a high ranking prelate, by financially supporting a personal interest of his, and in return he procured me with a title. In Denmark we have no equivalent to the title, as Marquises in effect are merely Counts of counties bordering on foreign powers. They were traditionally under an obligation to support a standing army large enough to keep an attacking enemy at bay untill the national forces arrived to the defence. For this, the Marquis had a higher position in the noble hierarchy than an ordinary Count. Because the Danish King was the Duke of Schleswig and this is the only border, Denmark shares with a foreign power, Marquises have never been needed. The King himself filled that position”. Paris has played a long-standing and important part in your life hasn’t it? “Yes. Even if the connection with Jean faded and finally came to a halt, I have always felt a close connection to France and to Paris in particular. Perhaps because my biological father was French. I don’t know. But Paris has always felt very much “at home” to me. “ While you lived the “high life” as the Marquis, and you had become a little older and more experienced, you were in Paris regularly, weren’t you? “Yes, I enjoyed going there, for the shows and the opera. In that day, if you were to experience the true stars of the operatic scene, you were compelled to leave Denmark. Maria Callas I had the strange, but exhilarating experience of seeing on stage a number of times, and once, I even accompanied her on the piano at a private party. To tell the truth, I probably committed a genuine faux-pas. Callas arrived late because she had been performing that night. When she enters, she is greeted by our hostess, who asks her, if she will sing for us. She politely rejects, saying that without an accompanist, unfortunately she won’t be able to. I stood up and said, that if she were to sing “Vissi d’arte” from Tosca, I would be more than honoured to accompany her. I realise now, that, naturally, she

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had attempted to avoid having to sing after an evening’s performance and I have only my youth to protest in self-defence, for putting myself forward and thereby obliging her. But she was very kind afterwards and we went for a short stroll in the garden. I also travelled to Milan to see her, but my personal pursuit of her career was stopped short, alas, when I “went out of circulation” for those 1066 days.” 1066 days.“

need it. And living more generations under the same roof is how I was brought up. My daughters are interested in art, the younger is a keen ballet dancer, and in history, the elder wishing to make it a career, so I share passions with both of them.“

The Marquis with former wife, Maria.

An artistic family. Both the Marquis’ daughters have been introduced to music from an early age.

What are the best and most significant choices you have made in your life!? “To have my children and to change careers and become an auxiliary nurse. I married my first wife in 1966 and together we raised two sons. Unfortunately we parted ways in 1976, but have remained friends for many years. In 1986 and 1987 I became the father of two daughters in a new relationship, who, today, live with me in the apartment, while they study. To have the privilege of living so closely with my children is a daily joy, and up until last year, my grand- daughter lived here as well. One of the advantages of having a spacious apartment, is that I am able to accommodate them, whenever they

That you are a nurse may come as a surprise to many - You have worked in nursing homes for the elderly for almost 30 years before you retired. Where did this idea derive from? “While I was in prison, a kind prison vicar suggested that I, upon my release, do an internship at a catholic hospital in Copenhagen. He had probably heard, how I had cared for my aunts and therefore suspected, I might have an aptitude for this kind of work. I started out as an surgical nurse, but soon discovered that the operation theatre was not for me. The matron of the hospital, an elderly nun, whom I liked enormously and who doted on

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me, suggested the field of care of the elderly, and in that profession you might say, I found my vocation. For many years, I worked two jobs at the same time and I have never regretted for a second, that this became my trajectory. I have met the kindest, most wonderful people during my career, both among patients and colleagues, and have felt most privileged to be given this second career.” What do you fill your days with now? “Music! That is a very important part of my everyday existence. If I don’t sit at my grand piano, I listen to music. I have managed to play through most of the oeuvre of Chopin, and although I mastered it more skilfully and impeccably years ago, never have I enjoyed it as much as I do now, when I play exclusively for my own pleasure.

Chopin has always been at the core of my musical endeavours, the marquis explains, I believe I have played everything he ever wrote, and pride myself in knowing not an insignificant bit about his life and works. He is a constant challenge and a reminder of my own short-comings.

I have a great interest in films from the 40’s and 50’s. Errol Flynn and Alain Delon, both of whom I have met, are a great passion, and in my remaining hours, I read. And most fortunate of all. Even if many of my friends, as I said at the beginning, are dead, I have the good fortune to have always managed to befriend people of various ages, so even today, my house is permanently filled with friends, who bring their friends along. We have musical evenings with various performers. The touring company Den Rullende Opera was founded in my kitchen, and as you, Lars, are part of its executive staff, my music room is still the centre of salons and concerts hosted by this company.” The day draws to a close. While we have chatted about Marcel’s life, the photographer, the stylist and the model have been busy in practically every corner of the apartment. A few glasses of champagne have been washed down alongside almost a bottle of Ricard, the Marquis’ favourite apéritif. 10 hours pass quickly in the company of his Excellency, my great friend and through four layers of curtains in front of every windows, the light doesn’t really change to reveal the passing of time. When I finally descend the grand staircase and am in the street in front of the house, I am amazed, as so often before, that there is a life passing outside, so untouched by magic, and yet so close to the adventurous life of Marcel, Marquis de Keriolet.

What a life, what a day. We leave The Marquis after 10 entertaining hours amazed at the vigour of the elderly gentleman. Throughout the day, we have been equally showered with entertaining accounts of a remarkable life and with glasses of champagne and Ricard. I learned during my trip around the world, the Marquis smiles, that in order to not become seasick, holding on to the stem of a glass for equilibrium, was very useful. The same lesson, I have applied to the rest of my existence, thereby keeping my balance through everything life has offered me.

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What is your name? Caroline What is your age? 14 What do you do on a daily basis? I spend my days finishing my last year in school, blogging and taking the train to Copenhagen to walk the streets of my beloved city. What city do you prefer to go shopping in? Copenhagen for sure, although I’m not that big a fan of shopping anymore. Sounds weird, but I only go shopping if I need something specific, or have fallen for one special piece. I don’t care much for that going out with the wish to spend on things you don’t need. If you were going out on a date in the windy autumn weather, what would you wear? Skinny jeans, ACNE Pistols, beanie, lace bra, thin, long sleeved wool blouse, western’ish belt, long, coat and big scarf. All in black. How should your ideal boyfriend/girlfriend look? Uhuhuu, challenging the shallowness of us fashion interested? I don’t think I have an ideal look for a guy. I like dark eyes and dark hair, and I’d prefer him to be taller than me, but that’s mainly because I’m 156 cm. I think I treasure values such as humour etc. a bit higher. What should he or she wear on your first date? Again with the shallowness. Hehe, no I think whatever is his style, and whatever fits the agenda of the day. Maybe jeans, tee and leather jacket? Cliché? What is your best fashion memory? Copenhagen Fashion Week August 2012. I went there with my best friend who lives in Estonia, and it was the first time we met. A magical fashion week for sure! Who is your favourite designer? Alexander Wang, Proenza Schouler and Alexander

McQueen (of course these are the names of their labels, not the designers). Who is your favourite model? Can I once again play a cliché and say, Freja Beha? I never get tired of that girl. What would you like to read about in a fashion magazine? It’s a tricky one, since I rarely ever care to read the pages. I like the interviews, photo shoots (but you don’t read them of course) and the trend guides. Who is your style icon? Danish ballerina, Cecilie Lassen is quite the inspiration to me style wise as well as everything else. What would you like to do when you finish your education? Move to Copenhagen, Paris or London and just enjoy the cities and the culture. And maybe study fashion or interning at different companies. What are your interests and hobbies? Blogging…blogging and wandering the streets of Copenhagen and watching bad movies with my friends so that we can laugh at the bad jokes in them. But I don’t really like shopping, I don’t party, I don’t drink. I sound very boring indeed, but the thing I enjoy doing the most, is just walking around Copenhagen and take in everything. What clothing store is your favourite? I assume we’re speaking of stores I can actually afford, and here the answer is Weekday and H&M. What outfit would you say is always a sure success? For me, it’s the same as I chose as what I would wear on a date in the windy, autumn weather. If not that, an oversized t-shirt, skinny jeans, leather jacket and some boots and simple jewellery will always do the trick. I really am filled with clichés. What accessories are your favourites? At the moment, it’s beanies, vintage belts and simple silver rings.

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