Sir Henry Killigrew, after Ambaſſades and meſſages, and many other employments of peace and warre, in his Princes ſeruice, to the good of his Countrey, hath made choyce of a retyred eſtate

Starting with a (natch) shocking pink Lurex and chenille peplumed jacket over loose black velvet pants, he segued into an iridescent rainbow of jewel tones — emerald, sapphire, tourmaline, garnet, turquoise — set off against an onyx backdrop, and worked in a variety of bristling, sparkling, three-dimensional ways.

He was annoyed at having to get out to open the green gates, and then it was on down past the olive groves and the vineyards to the villa, in which I was hostaged for eleven days.

See also: convergent evolution