i did not realize that Karen over at The Graphics Fairy, that wonderful purveyor of free downloadable graphics, has an entire label devoted to original victorian ephemera.
you can see it here:
The Graphics Fairy: Victorian Fashion.
just found out about this charming-looking purveyor and am terribly excited to try their georgian portrait gown (as well as everything else). my! how elegant and decorous they look.
…and other nostrums, rostrums, bromides, snake oils, patent medicines and every sort of historical quackery, from Time Out Of Mind.
from one of my favorite blogs, The Quack Doctor.
i think this would make a nice ornament for my psychologist friends, if i had a few days to recreate a couple of them, and good aging practice for me.
fall makes me want to do a Perle Von Mauren shoot. (of course, so does spring). but it *is* Halloween time, so i’ve got that excuse as well.
these gowns are just about right as far as lines go. just needs to be black satin. perhaps with one of the little draped-brim -style cloches that became popular around the time of Black Friday:
perhaps with one of those filmy circular short veils they used to drape over the stranger-brimmed hats, since it’s explicitly stated she’s veiled – but it *is* a little more contemporary a note than i imagine would be worn by an extremely refined lady predator who’s been in enforced seclusion since the close of WWI.
i just don’t want to go with the early 20’s; the streamlined look doesn’t sit well on me.
this lady has a lot of antique pattern images on her flickr set, as an aside, if you have a little time to kill: http://www.flickr.com/photos/marelnasatingirlieuk/sets/72157601808000489/
and the second one does every imaginable kind of vintage fashion. s/he’s the sort of collector i only wish i had the time to be and her collection is absolutely marvellous. organized by designer, model, era, label, and style. comprehensive and an awesome resource. check it out if you have A LOT of time to kill.
Fort mit dir, Johann!
this is Dita in a beautiful late 40’s Howard Greer gown.
she’s at a cocktail reception for the launch of her new parfum, Femme Totale – which nom i hope is, at least in part, a vicious mockery of that horrible 1970’s evangelical monstrosity, The Total Woman.
it just fits her as if it were made for her. just a beautiful picture. i can’t imagine Mr. Greer could possibly be more pleased.
she purchased it from our divine friends at Dorothea’s Closet fine vintage clothing, in beautiful downtown Des Moines! we’re so excited for them.
just a match made by the divine intervention of whatever powers be what control and dispense timeless beauty and feminine elegance.
check out the shop and find yourself something beautiful:
and their scrumptious little little artisanal hat boutique:
i’m looking at trim stylings in the 40’s to make sure i’m not too far off point. most of them are self fabrics, but they’re so amazingly creative.
it’s astounding how adversity and deprivation bring out the innate creativity potential of all people.
here’s one that isn’t self:
why are they calling names at this gown? it’s just a mantua. gees.
if they think *this* is bizarre, apparently nobody over at MMA has ever seen the Eye and Ear Cloak:
yes. sidetracked again, while looking for one, just one, JUST ONE example of those freaky 1640-1645 forehead plaque things those crazy german chicks were sporting, so i can explicate why they kind of break my heart.
passed to me by a FOAF. these are adorable and fascinating.
Hidden deep within a box of materials that came into the shop this week was a short stack of old magazines. I’d never seen this title before, but I knew what it was just as soon as I saw it: Flapper. “Not for Old Fogies” said the masthead, but I took a look anyway. These were in beautiful condition (“Near Mint” is the technical term) and were just a lot of fun to page through.
During the Roaring 20s of the last century, young ladies took on a new, and for the time radical, lifestyle. These were the years following World War I and prior to The Great Depression. It was the jazz age and the ladies were taking full advantage in daring new ways. Illegal bootleg hooch was all the rage, with hide-away flasks an important fashion accessory. Smoking cigarettes became a statement of liberation. Hemlines were going up and, according to some, morals were going down.
It was all a reaction to what women perceived as stifling control placed over them by the male of the species. This magazine catered to the movement.
The July 1922 edition of Flapper contained “A Flappers’ Dictionary.” According to the uncredited author, “A Flapper is one with a jitney body and a limousine mind. The Shifter is a new species who flaunts as his banner, “Something for nothing and then very little.”
“The flapper movement is not a craze, but something that will stay,” the author maintained. “Many of the phrases now employed by members of this order will eventually find a way into common usage and be accepted as good English.”
The dictionary went into some detail, listing the group’s slang and providing definitions. In the process, it also provided an insight: through the slang we can begin to discern attitudes and priorities and the mindset of the adherents. And the adherents, after all, were our grandmothers and great-grandmothers. Who knew?
My P,LSB*, ready and eager to join the movement, was amused by the term “Father Time” and couldn’t help but notice that it applied to one of us at the dinner table. And that was fine, until I pointed out that “Rock of Ages” might also have a present application.
So, whether you be airedale or biscuit, put down your dincher and pretend your munitions are fine for the moment. The whangdoodle is on in the background and you’re more weed than crepe hanger. This ain’t static; this is pure Di Mi. So pay attention; we don’t want no klucks. And you may be edisoned later.
freaking adorable. http://bookflaps.blogspot.com/2011/04/flappers-dictionary.html