renkris:

magentawombat:

celestialmazer:

THE ARCHAEOLOGY OF A DRESS

Restored dress as worn by Ellen Terry in her 1888 portayal of Lady Macbeth.

“When Ellen starred alongside Henry Irving in Macbeth in 1888, there was not a wide choice of fabrics available in England, and Alice could not find the colours she wanted to achieve her effects. She wanted one dress to ‘look as much like soft chain armour as I could, and yet have something that would give the appearance of the scales of a serpent.’ (Mrs. J. Comyns Carr’s ‘Reminiscences’. London: Hutchinson, 1926) Mrs. Nettlship found a twist of soft green silk and blue tinsel in Bohemia and this was crocheted to achieve the chain mail effect.

The dress hung beautifully but: ‘we did not think that it was brilliant enough, so it was sewn all over with real green beetle wings, and a narrow border in Celtic designs, worked out in rubies and diamonds, hemmed all the edges. To this was added a cloak of shot velvet in heather tones, upon which great griffens were embroidered in flame-coloured tinsel. The wimple, or veil, was held in place by a circlet of rubies, and two long plaits twisted with gold hung to her knees.’

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This post is sweet, pure costumer crack. 

Wearing that many dead creatures is so Lady Macbeth.

underthevastblueseas:

theamericankid:

Oh great, now there’s ANOTHER species that’s smarter than me

um….

best-of-funny:

cannibananabalist:

lass-of-glass:

WHAT HOWO ARE THESE PAANCAKES IM GONNA PUNCH THAT BUTTETR

that is a very strong reaction to pancakes

X

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fuckyeahalphonsemucha:

Fox Land Jamaica Rum

the seven bells of necromancy [x]

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misshavishamscloset:

enasnivolz:

ealperin:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.

To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
     - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

*Crying with laughter*

ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

SO BEAUTIFUL.

THIS IS WHAT ENGLISH LIT IS FOR.

bitchfaceart:

Jean-Baptiste Greuze, Girl with Dove

ladyyatexel:

absolutlylostmymind:

Superb, Garak, superb

This is part of why I love him so fucking much.

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