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threadtalk · 1 year

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House of Worth gowns have a tendency to be all out in terms of colors and patterns, but I love that this dress plays with the monochrome palette and leaves the details for the tailoring. Dating from 1873, it's got the silhouette of the times you'd expect but with the high-neck conservatism of the next decade. I love the ruffles and diagonal lines along the hem and bustle. According to the description, it's silk faille taffeta and trimmed with steel beads. Just stunning! I love everything about this dress.

From the Albany Institute.

#historical costuming #costume history #silk dress #textiles #victorian fashion #late victorian fashion #fashion history #threadtalk #costume #history of fashion #1870s fashion #early 1870s #extant garments

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princessvictoriamelita · 2 years

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Princess Olga of Windisch-Graetz, early 1870s.

#princess olga of windisch-graetz #windisch-graetz #austrian nobility #1870s #early 1870s

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m-o-ustafa92 · 1 month

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هل تعرفون إيفا جونزاليس ؟

كانت أكثر إمرأة إنطباعية بارزة في القرن التاسع عشر بالإضافة إلى ماري كاسات وبيرث موريسوت وماري براكموند. كما كانت الطالبة الوحيدة الرسمية لإدوارد مانيه وما عملت كعارضة لمختلف الفنانين الإنطباعيين. أنتجت العديد من الصور الذاتية متأثرة بأسلوب مانيه، ثم إنتقلت لإنتاج أعمالها المميزة مُصورة مشاهد للحياة المنزلية ودراسات للحياة الساكنة. تزوجت من الفنان التصويري هنري جيرارد عام ١٨٧٩، ولكنها توفيت بشكل مأسوي بعد وقت قصير من ولادتها.

مثل مانيه، لم تعرض جونزاليس أعمالها على الإطلاق في المعارض الإنطباعية بباريس، ولك��ها تُعد جزء من المجموعة بسبب أسلوب رسمها. تشير الصور الذاتية التي رسمتها جونزاليس أنها كانت تكتشف فرديتها وهويتها كفنانة عن طريق عرض تعديلات دقيقة لنسخة مانيه لها أثناء دراستها تحت إشرافه.

أتمنى أن تنال ورود اليوم المرسومة في بداية حياتها المهنية إعجابكم !

Vase of Roses

Eva Gonzalès

early 1870s

#Art #Vase of Roses #Eva Gonzalès #early 1870s

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intheblossomtree · 1 month

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evelyn-art-05 · 5 months

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had to fix a couple keys on my piano today and luna wanted to come and watch

#piano #mi gata luna #cat #its a Baldwin Hamilton piano btw #from the early 1870s #piano workers/tuners/repairers used to write the date that the piano was tuned #on the lifting beams inside the piano #so people could know when it was last tunes #esrliest one there is from 1875!

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la-belle-histoire · 3 months

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A Garden Stroll, Auguste Toulmouche. 1877.

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Omg now I want to see Soap begging Moon to marry him. Can Goose or someone have a Wild West fever dream so we can see all of those scenarios happen??

“When’re you gonna let me make an honest woman out of you?” Soap leans over the bar, broad shoulders hiked next to his ears as he settles on his elbows. You pour a shot of whiskey for him and try not to hit him with the bottle.

“When’re you gonna pay your tab?” You don’t really mind Soap, but it’s rather annoying that he won’t leave you alone. You’re not sure why he’s so set on you. Man like him could have anyone he wanted, half the women in town are clamoring for him, and the other half are married so they’re stuck pining.

“I always pay my tab,” He smiles. You narrow your eyes at him. He does. He closes out every time he leaves. That’s another annoying thing about him, he’s a good man.

“Then you’ve got no reason to keep comin’ around.” You tell him and turn to help the other patrons at the bar. You’ll get Soap some lunch later, let him sweat with his alcohol for a minute. Can’t have him thinkin’ you like him.

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“You’re late,” You pull a clean glass and pour a healthy serving of whiskey in it before sliding it to Soap.

“Was pickin’ out wedding rings,” He tells you, taking the glass between his fingers. You can see the dirt under his nails, but his hands are clean. You wonder if he wiped them off before he came to see you.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” You ask, and even though you know he’s only joking your stomach still clenches uncomfortably at the thought Soap might have someone waiting on him.

“Hopin’ it’s you.” He says tipping his head back to swallow the whiskey neat. You watch the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows. Soap licks the last drop of whiskey off his lips as he sets his glass down, and you do your best not to watch the path of his pink tongue.

“You better watch out, someday someone’s gonna think you’re serious,” You pour him a second without being asked and go to collect empty glasses before he can tease you further.

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Soap crowds you against the door to the store room, holding it closed as you try to keep the heat off your cheeks. You’re too used to having the bar between you, a solid barrier keeping him at arm's length. You scowl at him. His lovesick smile makes your stomach flip. You wonder if he’s sick in the head to keep chasing after you. How have you not managed to scare him off yet?

You do your best to keep up a glare, even under Soap’s studying glances. His eyes flick to your lips, then back to your eyes. He really must be mad.

“Do I make you nervous, Hen?” He asks. You feel your brows twitch down a little more.

“Why would you make me nervous?” You aren’t nervous. Your heart must be beating that quickly for some other reason. Soap hums, raises a hand to caress your cheek, his touch soft and clean. His hand is cool against the heat of your skin.

He kisses you before you can push him away. His lips pressing firm against yours make you melt a little. He cups your face so gently, like you’re something to be treasured, something delicate that he has to be careful with. It’s a far cry from your rough exterior, but you almost…like it. It’s especially pleasant when his lips part to kiss you again, hardly bothered whether or not you’re kissing him back. You haven’t pushed him away, and that matters far more. It doesn’t take more than a second of coaxing for you to grip his shirt and kiss him.

Pressed against the door isn’t the worst place to be when Soap is the one pressing you against it. His body is firm and warm, his fingers tilting your head to let him kiss you at a comfortable angle. He tips his own head to catch the corner of your lips, your jaw, your neck just over where your pulse hammers. You wonder if he can feel it, if he can hear the soft sigh that escapes your lips when he does. He kisses you properly a final time before he pulls back.

Still so close, his thumb swipes against your lower lip. You can’t seem to make up your mind on what you’re supposed to do now. You feel like the whole world has turned pink at the edges.

“Marry me,” He whispers and you feel your heart clench so severely it makes your breath skip. Your lip wobbles a little. You’re supposed to be stronger than this.

“No,” You tell him with as much resolve as you can manage. You expect him to frown, or tease you more, but his smile only grows.

You’ve never given him an answer when he’s asked, only ever redirected the conversation or made a joke in response. (The jokes were the worst, always on the wrong side of self deprecating, Soap thought those hurt more than a rejection) To get an actual response out of you? An acknowledgement of the sincerity behind the question? Well, some ‘no’s are worth a thousand ‘yes’s.

#1870s!cowboy #cowboy!Soap #oc: moon #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x oc #I assume soap is a ranch hand or a stable hand #he works hard and gets dirty but he always makes sure his hands are clean when he sees Moon #don't wanna accidentally dirty her up if he gets the chance to touch her #I think he got tired of waiting for her to realize he wasn't joking #gotta prove he's serious about her somehow #how did he fall for Moon and why is he chasing after her? who knows #I knows #I think he had to deliver something to her early one morning and spotted her in her pjs #and thought “I wanna wake up next to her”#and it was all downhill from there

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eyesfullofmoon · 2 months

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Jewish women of Turkestan Krai, Central Asia.

Anonymous photographer, c. 1865-1872.

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jamesfitzjamesdotcom · 5 months

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Victorian Friends

Unfortunately these two gentlemen who had their picture taken in 1870s Carmarthen, Wales are not identified. I wonder what their relationship and story is. And wish James Fitzjames and John Barrow could've gotten their picture taken like this.

Carte de visite from my collection:

#carte de visite #historical men's fashion #victorian fashion #victorian photography #friendship #1870s fashion #victorian #early photography #wales #carmarthenshire

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jessicas-pi · 15 days

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She did not shrink back, though the pupils of her eyes dilated. Was it the wildest thing in the world which happened to her—or was it not? Without warning—the sudden rush of a thought, immense and strange, swept over her body and soul and possessed her—so possessed her that it changed her pallor to white flame. It was actually Anstruthers who shrank back a shade because, for the moment, she looked so near unearthly.

“I am not afraid of you,” she said, in a clear, unshaken voice. “I am not afraid. Something is near me which will stand between us—something which DIED to-day.”

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behold: my artistic contribution to the small but enthusiastic You Should Totally Read The Shuttle (1907) By Frances Hodgson Burnett campaign

#I was gonna draw the full scene with Nigel too but then I remembered that I actually do not know what he looks like #so I just did betty #fun fact!! I based Betty's riding habit off of pictures of an actual extant riding habit on the Met museum website!#(though idk if hers would be fancier or not)#oh an her hairstyle is based off of an illustration of several women on horseback in that time so that's semi-accurate too!#I didn't give her the hat/veil that she would have been wearing because I couldn't get that to look right in the drawing #but hey maybe just it fell off when she fell off her horse or something #the shuttle #jessica's art #oh yeah also I spent like 20 minutes examining the book for details to clue me in to when it took place so I could be accurate lol #I know it was written in 1907 but some parts of it made me wonder if it was set before then so i did the math #judging from the references to nigel being raised in the early victorian era my best guess is probably between 1870 and 1890!

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resplendentoutfit · 3 months

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Blogging Victorian Dress-Up

James Tissot (French, 1836–1902) • Too Early • 1873

Pleats, gathered and layered fabric, bows, fringe, lace, — all the rage in the early 1870s. These details were mostly saved for the back, though the sleeves on the pink dress also command attention.

The bustle was still fashionable in the early 1870s, though its evolution had begun. The crinolette (below), gave the back of the dress definition but it was more subtle. The gathering and embellishments of this era were the scene stealers that added that extra umph of style. One could say that the crinolette was a halfway point between the

Crinolette, c. 1870; Victoria & Albert Museum

Fashion historian James Laver quoted a contemporary writer who declared in 1876: “it is now impossible to describe dresses with exactitude: the skirts are draped so mysteriously, the arrangements of trimmings is usually so one-sided and the fastenings are so curiously contrived that if I study any particular toilette for even a quarter of an hour the task of writing down how it is all made remains hopeless.”

I couldn't agree more!

#art #painting #fashion history #james tissot #french artist #french fashion history #early 1870s fashion history #realism #oil painting #crinolette #history of the bustle #the resplendent outfit #genre painting #art history #fine art

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princessvictoriamelita · 2 years

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