I work hard in a toxic environment. There is nothing I can do about that, needing the job and all, but stories come to my mind and they have their own way of being and so - here we go:
I work with a woman who is obsessed with her looks and her size. At a 30-something average she believes that fake boobs, botox and zero calorie count will win her immorality.
Meanwhile I roam the halls with one boob and a good attitude.
Go figure.
Thanks to my dearest of dear friends Undine I now know what's what in the way of body image. Enter my new best friend Hida. Seriously. This girl is all that. And her best friend is an odd dog. What could possibly be better?
Thank you Hilda. Thank you Messy Nessy. And especially thank you Undine. On a bleak and barren Friday, all y'all brought joy to my quiet, weird, bizarrely silent corner of the world.
Header: The great and glorious Hilda wasting her time on a scale
Showing posts with label Mercredi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mercredi. Show all posts
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Jeudi: The Art of Beauty
Once again, a picture says more than any writer ever could. The glorious Joyce Bryant photographed in New York circa 1953 by the incredible artist Philippe Halsman. Find out more about this amazing woman, and hear her distinctive, four-octave voice, here. Fashion forward then; fashion forward now. Many thanks to We Had Faces Then on tumblr for the original post.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
Let's fast forward to flash back today with this 1950s magazine ad for lady's underwear. That's right, girls: "One record with 6 briefs. Choose record by Eddie Fisher, Elvis Presley or Perry Como." Looking back on it the choice is easy; you can't beat Elvis plus six panties for $3.97!
Thanks, as always, to the wonderful Mid-Century tumblr for this.
Thanks, as always, to the wonderful Mid-Century tumblr for this.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
This gorgeous portrait, which I came across over at A Harlot's Progress, is of Gabrielle d'Estrees by Roman artist Lavinia Fontana. The portrait is most often dated 1599, which was the year then twenty eight year old Gabrielle died in April.
Gabrielle was the mistress of King Henri IV of France and her beauty was legendary. Her untimely death threw Henri into a funk that lasted the rest of his life. She is the subject of this scandalous and possibly posthumous double portrait, said to depict she (on the right) and her sister. In the painting, Gabrielle is holding Henri's coronation ring, which he gifted her in place of an engagement band.
Lavinia was born in Bologna but lived most of her life in Rome. She was famous in her own right, to some degree simply because of her gender. The Tudor Era on tumblr also attributes this stunning painting to Fontana.
Gabrielle was the mistress of King Henri IV of France and her beauty was legendary. Her untimely death threw Henri into a funk that lasted the rest of his life. She is the subject of this scandalous and possibly posthumous double portrait, said to depict she (on the right) and her sister. In the painting, Gabrielle is holding Henri's coronation ring, which he gifted her in place of an engagement band.
Lavinia was born in Bologna but lived most of her life in Rome. She was famous in her own right, to some degree simply because of her gender. The Tudor Era on tumblr also attributes this stunning painting to Fontana.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
I'm dating myself here but anyone who remembers the campy old "Batman" TV show will remember one of the two original Catwomen - the other being Ertha Kitt - Julie Newmar. When I was in 2nd grade all I wanted for Christmas was one of those sparkly bodysuits. I got a bathrobe.
Anyway, for a double dose of beauty and style, click over to the ever-wonderful Mid-Century Modern Freak on Tumblr to see some stunning shots of Ms. Newmar in an awesome mid-century interior. Meow!
Header: Julie Newmar c 1958 via Mid-Century Modern Freak ~ love that wry smile
Anyway, for a double dose of beauty and style, click over to the ever-wonderful Mid-Century Modern Freak on Tumblr to see some stunning shots of Ms. Newmar in an awesome mid-century interior. Meow!
Header: Julie Newmar c 1958 via Mid-Century Modern Freak ~ love that wry smile
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
Really, as much style as beauty here. These were the days, kids. If only Oscar attendees had this kind of panache once again! Frank Sinatra, Ava Gardner, Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh photographed by Bret Hardy circa 1952. Thanks to the wonderful We Had Faces Then blog for originally posting this. Stunning.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
A lovely lady from a different era with obvious style that is all her own. I'm drawn to her name... and her face. She looks remarkably like my grandmother...
Header: Pauline in the Yellow Dress by Herbert J. Gunn c 1944 via Mid-Century
Header: Pauline in the Yellow Dress by Herbert J. Gunn c 1944 via Mid-Century
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
It seems that we often imagine the elite of past societies did not share our modern troubles, particularly when it comes to the ladies. The ingenious pair of earrings above, however, begs to differ. From Napoleonic Paris, probably around 1800, come these lovely ear-bobs designed to take a lady from day to night, and on the fly no less. The heavy grape clusters at the bottom, formed of gold filigree leaves and freshwater pearls, detach from the more demure roundels of gold and pearls at the top. Thus a lux Citoyenne, who may have an appointment with her dressmaker or an important social call in the afternoon, could be ready for a society supper or a trip to the theater in no time by simply retrieving the dangles of these earrings from her reticule and attaching them tout de suite. Day to night Empire-style never looked so good.
Header: Beautifully preserved French earrings c 1800 via A Harlot's Progress (with which I admit to currently being obsessed)
Header: Beautifully preserved French earrings c 1800 via A Harlot's Progress (with which I admit to currently being obsessed)
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
Another glorious French fashion plate from the early 19th century (probably around 1807) today. The ladies on the left, who are overlooking a menu, have joined their - I have to say it - more elegant friend for ices. The problem is that the two cannot seem to make up their mind. The waiter is clearly trying to help, or make some time, but both seem utterly stumped. It's the Directoire version of going to Baskin-Robbins without a flavor in mind.
Header: L'Embarras du Choix (the embarrassment of choice) from Le Bon Genre No. 44 via A Harlot's Progress
Header: L'Embarras du Choix (the embarrassment of choice) from Le Bon Genre No. 44 via A Harlot's Progress
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
Today, a picture far more powerful than any written word. "A Sea Coast Promenade Fashion" from about 1812. Probably a British fashion print. Oh to be by the sea in that lovely ensemble. Thanks to A Harlot's Progress for the original posting.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
Our stay in New Orleans was not long enough to permit our entering into society, but I was told that it contained two distinct sets of people, both celebrated, in their way, for their social meetings and elegant entertainments.
The first of these is composed of Creole families, who are chiefly planters and merchants, with their wives and daughters; these meet together, eat together, and are very grand and aristocratic; each of their balls is a little Almack's, and every portly dame of the set is as exclusive in her principles as a lady patroness.
The other set consists of the excluded but amiable Quadroons, and such of the gentlemen of the former class as can by any means escape from the high places, where pure Creole blood swells the veins at the bare mention of any being tainted in the remotest degree with the Negro stain.
Of all the prejudices I have ever witnessed, this appears to me the most violent, and the most inveterate. Quadroon girls, the acknowledged daughters of wealthy American and Creole fathers, educated with all of style and accomplishments which money can procure at New Orleans, and with all the decorum that care and affection can give; exquisitely beautiful, graceful, gentle, and amiable. These are not admitted, nay, are not on any terms admissible, into the society of the Creole families of Louisiana.
They cannot marry, that is to say, no ceremony can render an union with them legal or binding; yet such is the powerful effect of their very peculiar grace, beauty, and sweetness of manner, that unfortunately they perpetually become the objects of choice and affection. If the Creole ladies have privilege to exercise the awful power of repulsion, the gentle Quadroon has the sweet but dangerous vengeance of possessing that of attraction.
The unions formed with this unfortunate race are said to be often lasting and happy, as far as any unions can be so, to which a certain degree of disgrace is attached.
~ from Domestic Manners of the Americans by Frances Trollope
Mrs. Trollope was an Englishwoman who traveled through the U.S. from 1827 to 1831. Her book is full of dislike for Americans and, as this passage shows, certain misunderstandings - and surprising insights - of and into the customs she encountered.
Header: Frances Trollope by Auguste Hervieu c 1832 via Wikipedia
The first of these is composed of Creole families, who are chiefly planters and merchants, with their wives and daughters; these meet together, eat together, and are very grand and aristocratic; each of their balls is a little Almack's, and every portly dame of the set is as exclusive in her principles as a lady patroness.
The other set consists of the excluded but amiable Quadroons, and such of the gentlemen of the former class as can by any means escape from the high places, where pure Creole blood swells the veins at the bare mention of any being tainted in the remotest degree with the Negro stain.
Of all the prejudices I have ever witnessed, this appears to me the most violent, and the most inveterate. Quadroon girls, the acknowledged daughters of wealthy American and Creole fathers, educated with all of style and accomplishments which money can procure at New Orleans, and with all the decorum that care and affection can give; exquisitely beautiful, graceful, gentle, and amiable. These are not admitted, nay, are not on any terms admissible, into the society of the Creole families of Louisiana.
They cannot marry, that is to say, no ceremony can render an union with them legal or binding; yet such is the powerful effect of their very peculiar grace, beauty, and sweetness of manner, that unfortunately they perpetually become the objects of choice and affection. If the Creole ladies have privilege to exercise the awful power of repulsion, the gentle Quadroon has the sweet but dangerous vengeance of possessing that of attraction.
The unions formed with this unfortunate race are said to be often lasting and happy, as far as any unions can be so, to which a certain degree of disgrace is attached.
~ from Domestic Manners of the Americans by Frances Trollope
Mrs. Trollope was an Englishwoman who traveled through the U.S. from 1827 to 1831. Her book is full of dislike for Americans and, as this passage shows, certain misunderstandings - and surprising insights - of and into the customs she encountered.
Header: Frances Trollope by Auguste Hervieu c 1832 via Wikipedia
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. This one seems to prove them right. From Corbis Images, Sophia Loren and Jane Mansfield at a dinner party in the fifties. That look says it all...
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
Not much time today but wanted to share the picture of the lovely woman above. This is Lottie Campbell and the picture was taken in Utah in the latter part of the 19th century. Lottie's story is a little ambiguous based on the information provided here. Judging from her dress, the year must be around 1890. However the website notes her first husband's parents married in 1888. I know it took a while for fashions to travel "out west" but it is hard to imagine that this very fashionable lady posed for her portrait wearing that gown after 1900.
All that said, isn't she lovely?
Header: Lottie Campbell, photograph date unknown, via A Harlot's Progress
All that said, isn't she lovely?
Header: Lottie Campbell, photograph date unknown, via A Harlot's Progress
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
Over at the dear Susan Ardelie's wonderful Life Takes Lemons blog, her clever post for today is titled "Ladies in Turkish Dress: A Visual Feast." Click over and find the idea of Turkish attire as seen through the mirror of European taste. A fascinating study in and of itself.
With all respect to Susan, and given that my time is limited, here is my offering for ladies of Turkey or Turkish ladies (such a wonderful simile!).
To all my readers in the U.S., have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I hope you are close to those you truly love, and that you are all kind to one another. Eat up; you've earned it no doubt.
And to all who stop by from every corner of the globe, I'm thankful for your readership today and always.
Header: Turkish Lady with a Servant by Jean-Etienne Liotard c 1742 via Wikimedia
With all respect to Susan, and given that my time is limited, here is my offering for ladies of Turkey or Turkish ladies (such a wonderful simile!).
To all my readers in the U.S., have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I hope you are close to those you truly love, and that you are all kind to one another. Eat up; you've earned it no doubt.
And to all who stop by from every corner of the globe, I'm thankful for your readership today and always.
Header: Turkish Lady with a Servant by Jean-Etienne Liotard c 1742 via Wikimedia
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Mercredi: Happy Hallowe'en!
No time for a "real" post today but that's no reason at all not to wish you all a Happy Hallowe'en with a bewitching witch by the talented Jay Scott Pike. I hope you all enjoy a frightfully good holiday evening! A bientot ~
Header: Be Witching by Jay Scott Pike via American Gallery
Header: Be Witching by Jay Scott Pike via American Gallery
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
It's been a little while since I've offered a beautiful recipe rather than a study in beauty for these Wednesday posts. Too much fashion history research of late, I guess. But my current situation had me poking around for a rich and soothing moisturizer recently. Radiation may kill cancer cells and all, but it does nothing good for our bodies' largest organ.
While I have not had time to put this body butter, modified from an old Reader's Digest recipe, together yet I hope to in the near future. I'm relying a Costco size tub of Cetaphil moisturizing cream right now and it is definitely helping. So much so that I would recommend it to anyone. For healing though, there is a lot to be said for something made with both intention and your own two hands (or those of someone who loves you).
So, besides healing intent, here's what you'll need:
1/4 cup grated shea butter
1 tbsp grated beeswax
1/2 cup avocado oil
2 tbsps almond oil
3 tbsps vegetable glycerine
15 drops chamomile essential oil
15 drops sandalwood essential oil
Using a double boiler, combine the first four ingredients over simmering water until the first two ingredients are completely liquid. This can take a few minutes so be patient. Move the ingredients around frequently with a whisk or wooden spoon to speed up the process a little. Don't rush it, though; you'll want a nice, smooth consistency particularly for irritated skin.
Remove the mixture from the heat and let it cool for about three to five minutes. Do not let it harden again or you'll need to start over.
Using a whisk, stir in the glycerine. Then add the essential oils, about five to seven drops at a time whisking after each addition. Whisk thoroughly until all ingredients are combined. Pour into a glass jar with a mouth wide enough to allow you to dip two or three fingers in. Seal and store in a cool place away from light.
This moisturizer is perfect for wind or sun damaged skin. It is also great for mature skin or for when the dry dead of winter has you feeling more crusty than silky. Shea, avocado and almond all absorb quickly and both chamomile and sandalwood essential oils provide soothing rejuvenation. The sandalwood oil in particular is renowned for its aroma-therapeutic effects, imparting a sense of relaxation and well-being to the subconscious. I don't recommend this moisturizer for young children, however, as a reaction to the essential oils is occasionally possible.
Make it for yourself, make it as a gift, but make it with love and - for those few moments after a shower or bath at least - all will be right with the world. A votre sante ~
Header: Portrait of a Young Woman by Lloyd Branson via American Gallery
While I have not had time to put this body butter, modified from an old Reader's Digest recipe, together yet I hope to in the near future. I'm relying a Costco size tub of Cetaphil moisturizing cream right now and it is definitely helping. So much so that I would recommend it to anyone. For healing though, there is a lot to be said for something made with both intention and your own two hands (or those of someone who loves you).
So, besides healing intent, here's what you'll need:
1/4 cup grated shea butter
1 tbsp grated beeswax
1/2 cup avocado oil
2 tbsps almond oil
3 tbsps vegetable glycerine
15 drops chamomile essential oil
15 drops sandalwood essential oil
Using a double boiler, combine the first four ingredients over simmering water until the first two ingredients are completely liquid. This can take a few minutes so be patient. Move the ingredients around frequently with a whisk or wooden spoon to speed up the process a little. Don't rush it, though; you'll want a nice, smooth consistency particularly for irritated skin.
Remove the mixture from the heat and let it cool for about three to five minutes. Do not let it harden again or you'll need to start over.
Using a whisk, stir in the glycerine. Then add the essential oils, about five to seven drops at a time whisking after each addition. Whisk thoroughly until all ingredients are combined. Pour into a glass jar with a mouth wide enough to allow you to dip two or three fingers in. Seal and store in a cool place away from light.
This moisturizer is perfect for wind or sun damaged skin. It is also great for mature skin or for when the dry dead of winter has you feeling more crusty than silky. Shea, avocado and almond all absorb quickly and both chamomile and sandalwood essential oils provide soothing rejuvenation. The sandalwood oil in particular is renowned for its aroma-therapeutic effects, imparting a sense of relaxation and well-being to the subconscious. I don't recommend this moisturizer for young children, however, as a reaction to the essential oils is occasionally possible.
Make it for yourself, make it as a gift, but make it with love and - for those few moments after a shower or bath at least - all will be right with the world. A votre sante ~
Header: Portrait of a Young Woman by Lloyd Branson via American Gallery
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Jeudi: The Art of Beauty
The interesting accessory known in the West as the muff has had a long history. Although many fashion historians look for origins of such things, it seems that some fashion trends pop up virtually simultaneously in various so called civilized places around the world. Like pyramids, certain accoutrement just seem to make sense and so various cultures adopt them, putting their own spin on the item. This may, or perhaps may not, be the case with the muff.
According to R. Turner Wilcox, whose epic and beautiful volume The Mode in Costume has become a standard by which other such books are measured, European muffs probably became fashionable in the city-states of Renaissance Italy. They were first popular in port cities like Genoa, Naples and in particular Venice. These muffs were flat and square, allowing room for only one hand at a time. They were made of brocade, silk, and in the colder months velvet. Along with flag-shaped fans on long handles and embroidered handkerchiefs, these early muffs were the very cutting edge of fashion unseen anywhere during the Medieval period.
The location of the birth of this new fad may give some indication of its origin. Or it may not. When Marco Polo visited China in the 13th century, he mentioned court ladies concealing their hands in what he called rolls. These were made of shimmering silk and lined with what was probably one of the softest materials available to these wealthy ladies: lynx fur. For those of you who have not felt the pelt of a lynx, allow me to assure you that you will rarely feel anything so delightfully soft.
The curious issue here is the time lag. It seems that the ladies of Venice did not adopt their version of the muff until the late 15th century, which leaves well over a century blank if indeed the trend migrated from China upon the great explorer's return to Italy. Perhaps the accessory was so rare as to be overlooked until it caught on. Or perhaps both cultures developed the muff as an alternative to long sleeves which covered the hands. The issue is certainly open to speculation.
By the reign Charles IX the fashion had migrated to France. Muffs were still small but by now they could fit two hands and were made of various types of fur. These furs were often dyed brilliant colors and the mania for colorful muffs had gone so far by the reign of Henri III that a royal decree banned all colors of fur muff aside from black for the middle class. Only court ladies could venture out with brilliant blue or scarlet red warmers for their hands.
Muffs became popular in England, particularly during the brief era of Charles I when they grew in size to accommodate the arms up to the elbows. Even Cromwellian ladies - if not staunch Puritans - carried such muffs, often made of beaver. More sumptuous furs returned with Charles II although, as an aside, it was this Charles who banned the making of any fur hats other than beaver. This was probably a bid to improve the cash flow in his colonies in North America, where trapping was as much a part of the economy as rum and slaves.
A curiously English spin on the muff, known as muffetees, appeared during the Restoration. These were something like mittens, worn one on each hand, and were for men exclusively. By 1663, this fad - perhaps mercifully - passed and men, like their ladies, returned to larger muffs often hung from a ribbon tied around the waist.
Muffs made of silk, satin or brocade and trimmed and lined with fur became the rage at the court of Louis XIV. This fad continued into the reigns of Louis XV and Louis XVI with only the size of the muff varying according to the current mode. Marie-Antoinette was at first stubbornly fond of the small, fur-puff muffs she had known in her childhood, but when she appeared one evening in the gardens of Versailles carrying an over-sized fox fur muff, the mania for gigantic muffs began in earnest.
Madame Mole Raymond's muff in the painting above gives an idea of the more scaled down, Directoire version of the "big" muff. In England, however, the rage for large muffs carried by both men and women continued into Jane Austen's time. It was only toward the end of the Romantic era, as English society began its slow slide toward the Victorian era, that muffs once again began to shrink. By the 1840s they were as dainty as the hands of the idealized "angel in the home."
Muffs continued as a fashion accessory into the 20th century. They saw a brief revival during the gay '90s when unusual materials like feathers would be used for their construction. Larger muffs again became popular before World War I but that may have been their last hurrah. From the 1950s the occasional designer has shown muffs on runway models but in our modern age of smart phones and tablets free hands - even at a freezing bus stop - are a priority.
Like the fan, I wouldn't mind a revival of the muff. There's a lot to be said, after all, for keeping one's hands to one's self.
Header: Madame Mole Raymond by Elisabeth Vigee-Lebrun c 1797 via Art History Archive
According to R. Turner Wilcox, whose epic and beautiful volume The Mode in Costume has become a standard by which other such books are measured, European muffs probably became fashionable in the city-states of Renaissance Italy. They were first popular in port cities like Genoa, Naples and in particular Venice. These muffs were flat and square, allowing room for only one hand at a time. They were made of brocade, silk, and in the colder months velvet. Along with flag-shaped fans on long handles and embroidered handkerchiefs, these early muffs were the very cutting edge of fashion unseen anywhere during the Medieval period.
The location of the birth of this new fad may give some indication of its origin. Or it may not. When Marco Polo visited China in the 13th century, he mentioned court ladies concealing their hands in what he called rolls. These were made of shimmering silk and lined with what was probably one of the softest materials available to these wealthy ladies: lynx fur. For those of you who have not felt the pelt of a lynx, allow me to assure you that you will rarely feel anything so delightfully soft.
The curious issue here is the time lag. It seems that the ladies of Venice did not adopt their version of the muff until the late 15th century, which leaves well over a century blank if indeed the trend migrated from China upon the great explorer's return to Italy. Perhaps the accessory was so rare as to be overlooked until it caught on. Or perhaps both cultures developed the muff as an alternative to long sleeves which covered the hands. The issue is certainly open to speculation.
By the reign Charles IX the fashion had migrated to France. Muffs were still small but by now they could fit two hands and were made of various types of fur. These furs were often dyed brilliant colors and the mania for colorful muffs had gone so far by the reign of Henri III that a royal decree banned all colors of fur muff aside from black for the middle class. Only court ladies could venture out with brilliant blue or scarlet red warmers for their hands.
Muffs became popular in England, particularly during the brief era of Charles I when they grew in size to accommodate the arms up to the elbows. Even Cromwellian ladies - if not staunch Puritans - carried such muffs, often made of beaver. More sumptuous furs returned with Charles II although, as an aside, it was this Charles who banned the making of any fur hats other than beaver. This was probably a bid to improve the cash flow in his colonies in North America, where trapping was as much a part of the economy as rum and slaves.
A curiously English spin on the muff, known as muffetees, appeared during the Restoration. These were something like mittens, worn one on each hand, and were for men exclusively. By 1663, this fad - perhaps mercifully - passed and men, like their ladies, returned to larger muffs often hung from a ribbon tied around the waist.
Muffs made of silk, satin or brocade and trimmed and lined with fur became the rage at the court of Louis XIV. This fad continued into the reigns of Louis XV and Louis XVI with only the size of the muff varying according to the current mode. Marie-Antoinette was at first stubbornly fond of the small, fur-puff muffs she had known in her childhood, but when she appeared one evening in the gardens of Versailles carrying an over-sized fox fur muff, the mania for gigantic muffs began in earnest.
Madame Mole Raymond's muff in the painting above gives an idea of the more scaled down, Directoire version of the "big" muff. In England, however, the rage for large muffs carried by both men and women continued into Jane Austen's time. It was only toward the end of the Romantic era, as English society began its slow slide toward the Victorian era, that muffs once again began to shrink. By the 1840s they were as dainty as the hands of the idealized "angel in the home."
Muffs continued as a fashion accessory into the 20th century. They saw a brief revival during the gay '90s when unusual materials like feathers would be used for their construction. Larger muffs again became popular before World War I but that may have been their last hurrah. From the 1950s the occasional designer has shown muffs on runway models but in our modern age of smart phones and tablets free hands - even at a freezing bus stop - are a priority.
Like the fan, I wouldn't mind a revival of the muff. There's a lot to be said, after all, for keeping one's hands to one's self.
Header: Madame Mole Raymond by Elisabeth Vigee-Lebrun c 1797 via Art History Archive
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
When I was working in an office, and I'm dating myself here, we ladies had to wear skirts and the gentlemen had to wear suits. There was the inevitable groaning about ties and pantyhose with the majority of the ladies claiming that "some man" surely designed both. Particularly the pantyhose. Although history would prove my distaff coworkers mostly wrong, it turns out that there is a grain of truth to their grumbling.
Stockings or hose as we know them today probably started as a necessary fashion choice of the Northern tribes known to the Romans as barbarians. It goes without saying that it gets a lot colder in Northern Europe than along the sunny Mediterranean so, aside from those wacky, blue-faced Celts, most of the tribesmen in cooler latitudes chose to cover up their legs. This was accomplished with a kind of leather legging that was fastened around the thigh with cording of leather or fabric. The cord was then wrapped around the leg down to the ankle.
This trend in men's legwear continued into the Medieval period but with the leather legging replaced by a knitted stocking. The trend began in Italy, where the stockings were held up with a sort of garter belt around the waist, and headed north in a hurry. By the mid-16th century, the stockings had become what we would now recognize as a pair of hose. They were made from cloth or silk and during the high Renaissance might be worn parti-colored, with one leg mismatched to the other or a pattern, in particular the now ubiquitous diamond pattern that we associate with court jesters, all over.
By the mid-17th century, what was known as trunk hose had become the norm. These continued to be made of cloth or silk, but were attached to the short breeches, often called slops, worn by both the fashionable and the working man. While silk was preferred at court, home-knit wool or linsey-woolsey was the more frequent material for these type of leggings.
Meanwhile, women had jumped on the stocking bandwagon. For a number of centuries after the Renaissance era, European women wore their stockings only to the knee or just above. Here, they were gartered with ribbon, leather or string, depending on the means of the wearer. A well constructed pair of wool stockings was expected to last a working woman for a year and extra petticoats would probably have been necessary in colder climates to keep the exposed area from knee to waist at least somewhat comfortable.
By the 18th century, cotton stockings were available, although silk was still the favored material for the wealthy. By this period both men and women were wearing these accessories no higher than the knee, and the mania for exquisite, jewel-encrusted garters, which began during the Restoration of Charles II in England, had spread like wildfire.
Stockings also began to be embroidered, particularly at the outside ankle, with what was called "clocks". These were detailed embellishments, either of scroll work, natural items like leaves or flowers, or even animals, that were particularly popular with the ladies. Une roulette ostentateuse, "a flashing clock," became a euphemism for a certain kind of lady among the Creoles of old New Orleans in the late 18th century. A lovely example of a late 19th century pair of stockings with peacock clocks can be found here. Most stockings, particularly those of ladies, were white throughout the 18th century and into the Victorian era, with dove gray and - almost exclusively in Paris - nude making a brief appearance during the Napoleonic era.
As the 19th century advanced, men's stockings turning into socks while women's stockings became more and more daring. By the 1870s, Paris was exporting stockings saturated with color. Purple, royal blue and even black were popular but the most coveted stockings were made of scarlet silk. The stocking color often matched that of the petticoat. A brief mania for stockings with horizontal striped, usually alternating black and red, took hold during the 1890s.
At the dawn of the 20th century, more familiar, muted tones became popular and stockings were, for the most part, made by machine. A garter belt, usually attached to some form of undergarment, held up stockings that were often matched to the shoe color in shades of taupe, beige and particularly gray. The mad '20s saw ladies casting off their girdles and rolling down their stockings, but they the mid-'30s garter belts were again firmly in place although some of the privileged who could spend time tanning went without stockings, at least in the summer.
After World War II, a reborn mania for fine, nylon stockings emerged spurred no doubt by the material's sudden availability. The design houses of Paris would custom dye them for their clients. R. Turner Wilcox, in her contemporary and addictive book The Mode in Fashion described the joy of post-war stockings:
With the quantities of exquisite sheer nylon stockings again available, the bare-legged fashion has left us. The general color is darker and in many hues of muted tones of green, plum, brown and black, but so gossamer sheer are the stockings that such colors appear but as shadows over the flesh.
It wasn't until the late '60s and '70s that the "innovation" of pantyhose came upon woman kind. Thankfully, we're not as likely to be wearing them now. Instead, we've traded their tyranny for the joys of "shapewear". But that is an entirely different subject...
Header: Fine Feathers stocking ad c 1954 via Mid-Century
Stockings or hose as we know them today probably started as a necessary fashion choice of the Northern tribes known to the Romans as barbarians. It goes without saying that it gets a lot colder in Northern Europe than along the sunny Mediterranean so, aside from those wacky, blue-faced Celts, most of the tribesmen in cooler latitudes chose to cover up their legs. This was accomplished with a kind of leather legging that was fastened around the thigh with cording of leather or fabric. The cord was then wrapped around the leg down to the ankle.
This trend in men's legwear continued into the Medieval period but with the leather legging replaced by a knitted stocking. The trend began in Italy, where the stockings were held up with a sort of garter belt around the waist, and headed north in a hurry. By the mid-16th century, the stockings had become what we would now recognize as a pair of hose. They were made from cloth or silk and during the high Renaissance might be worn parti-colored, with one leg mismatched to the other or a pattern, in particular the now ubiquitous diamond pattern that we associate with court jesters, all over.
By the mid-17th century, what was known as trunk hose had become the norm. These continued to be made of cloth or silk, but were attached to the short breeches, often called slops, worn by both the fashionable and the working man. While silk was preferred at court, home-knit wool or linsey-woolsey was the more frequent material for these type of leggings.
Meanwhile, women had jumped on the stocking bandwagon. For a number of centuries after the Renaissance era, European women wore their stockings only to the knee or just above. Here, they were gartered with ribbon, leather or string, depending on the means of the wearer. A well constructed pair of wool stockings was expected to last a working woman for a year and extra petticoats would probably have been necessary in colder climates to keep the exposed area from knee to waist at least somewhat comfortable.
By the 18th century, cotton stockings were available, although silk was still the favored material for the wealthy. By this period both men and women were wearing these accessories no higher than the knee, and the mania for exquisite, jewel-encrusted garters, which began during the Restoration of Charles II in England, had spread like wildfire.
Stockings also began to be embroidered, particularly at the outside ankle, with what was called "clocks". These were detailed embellishments, either of scroll work, natural items like leaves or flowers, or even animals, that were particularly popular with the ladies. Une roulette ostentateuse, "a flashing clock," became a euphemism for a certain kind of lady among the Creoles of old New Orleans in the late 18th century. A lovely example of a late 19th century pair of stockings with peacock clocks can be found here. Most stockings, particularly those of ladies, were white throughout the 18th century and into the Victorian era, with dove gray and - almost exclusively in Paris - nude making a brief appearance during the Napoleonic era.
As the 19th century advanced, men's stockings turning into socks while women's stockings became more and more daring. By the 1870s, Paris was exporting stockings saturated with color. Purple, royal blue and even black were popular but the most coveted stockings were made of scarlet silk. The stocking color often matched that of the petticoat. A brief mania for stockings with horizontal striped, usually alternating black and red, took hold during the 1890s.
At the dawn of the 20th century, more familiar, muted tones became popular and stockings were, for the most part, made by machine. A garter belt, usually attached to some form of undergarment, held up stockings that were often matched to the shoe color in shades of taupe, beige and particularly gray. The mad '20s saw ladies casting off their girdles and rolling down their stockings, but they the mid-'30s garter belts were again firmly in place although some of the privileged who could spend time tanning went without stockings, at least in the summer.
After World War II, a reborn mania for fine, nylon stockings emerged spurred no doubt by the material's sudden availability. The design houses of Paris would custom dye them for their clients. R. Turner Wilcox, in her contemporary and addictive book The Mode in Fashion described the joy of post-war stockings:
With the quantities of exquisite sheer nylon stockings again available, the bare-legged fashion has left us. The general color is darker and in many hues of muted tones of green, plum, brown and black, but so gossamer sheer are the stockings that such colors appear but as shadows over the flesh.
It wasn't until the late '60s and '70s that the "innovation" of pantyhose came upon woman kind. Thankfully, we're not as likely to be wearing them now. Instead, we've traded their tyranny for the joys of "shapewear". But that is an entirely different subject...
Header: Fine Feathers stocking ad c 1954 via Mid-Century
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Mercredi: Happy 4th of July!
The Marquis de Lafayette sends you greetings on this Independence Day and says "You're welcome, America."
Painting by Joseph-Desire Court via F**k Yeah History Crushes !!
Painting by Joseph-Desire Court via F**k Yeah History Crushes !!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Mercredi: The Art of Beauty
Of course our mothers always told us that beauty is as beauty does meaning, as I understand it, that truly beautiful people are kind, humane and generous. But we are not the only culture that has taken its beauty and fashion cues from people who may have been labeled by some in society - moralists, perhaps - as less than beautiful. Consider, as an example, the high flying career of 19th century Parisian courtesan Cora Pearl.
Born Emma Elizabeth Crouch to a Plymouth, England music teacher of Irish ancestry and his seamstress wife, the future Cora Pearl was precocious from the start. So much so in fact that, when her father left the family to find his fortune in the U.S., Mrs Crouch sent 12 year old Emma off to a convent school in Boulogne, France. Though she never learned to speak the language with any elan, Emma got a taste for life in France and had no desire to leave it. After returning to England and, according to her autobiography, being unceremoniously deflowered by a Covent Garden cad, she hooked up with a rich supporter who took her on holiday to Paris. When her wealthy lover left, she stayed.
Changing her name to Cora Pearl ("more chic," she would later remark), she embarked on a path that would lead her to be a fashion icon for not only other demimondaines, but wealthy, respectable women as well.
Understanding that she needed to spend money to make money, Cora acquired a small wardrobe of the most beautiful and expensive kind. Her gowns - all two of them at first - came from the famous couturier Frederick Worth. She bought jewels as well; a sparkling topaz necklace with matching earrings and a set of coral bracelets. Soon enough she would graduate to much more splendid decoration.
As the Comte de Maugny would later write, Cora had "plenty of system." She knew how to draw attention to herself, and then encouraged men to vie for her affection by informing one lover of another's extravagant gifts. This would bring yet more excess her way and so, as Joanna Richardson remarks in her fascinating book on the 19th century demimonde in Paris The Courtesans, the gifts would tumble into Cora's lap ad infinitum.
Soon enough, Cora Pearl was not only queen of the grande cocottes, she was the queen of Paris fashion. Her caleche, which she drove herself on mandatory afternoon rides around the Bois de Bologne, was enameled in sky-blue with silver accents. The interior upholstery was buttery, lemon-yellow satin and the horses - animals she probably loved more than any human - were four perfectly matched fillies, the color of cafe-au-lait. According to Philibert Audebrand:
By unanimous consent she became, for twenty-five years, the prototype of the modern courtesan. By 1852, Cora Pearl set the tone for that world of gallantry who eccentricities always ended by leaving their mark on the real world.
Cora owned a stable full of the best horses, three mansions and an endless supply of gowns, shoes and jewels. She was remarked upon for her unique style, both about her person and her homes. Her bathroom at 101 Rue de Chaillot, the mansion purchased for her by Prince Napoleon (Napoleon III's brother) was made entirely of pink marble with her initials in gold inlaid on floor and tub. She gave lavish supper parties, strewing expensive flowers such as orchids on the even more expensive carpets. Her language was sometimes coarse; her self-censoring switch seemed non-existent.
She wore the tightest corsets to accentuate what even her rivals noted as "the most perfect bust." Over these she donned remarkable gowns, in colors that were not usually seen during the third Empire. La Vie Parisienne described one such in the 1860s:
A pink satin dress, with a kind of mauve gauze flounce on the hem of the skirt, over which was some blond-lace sprinkled with white bugles. A gathered, decollete bodice, with two little mauve flounces all around. A loose belt, with four mauve gauze streamers, sewn with pearls.
Unwilling to be second guessed on her fashion choices, she notoriously took a riding crop to a ten year old girl who laughed at her gown and pelisse in the Bois. Richardson notes that "she was heavily fined for the offense."
Cora also introduced the use of modern makeup to the Parisian milieu and, yet more strikingly, hair dye. Her naturally auburn locks could turn up any color on any given occasion. La Vie reported that her hair had been dyed "the perfect mauve" to match the gown they described. On other occasions, her locks were the same lemon-yellow as the satin upholstery of her caleche.
Her most extravagant wardrobe choices tended toward jewels, however, and for Cora diamonds were a girl's best friend. Appearing in deshabille as Cupid on the Paris stage for a one-night-only performance that saw most if not all of her wealthy supporters attending, she quite literally dripped with diamonds if very little else. At one point, Cora "threw herself flat on her back and flung her legs up in the air to show the soles of her shoes that were one mass of diamonds," according to William Osgood Field. When she left the stage, Cora dropped another set of diamonds. She left these where they lay, for her maid to pick up.
Of course the days of wine and roses could not last. After an unfortunate scandal in which a young lover shot himself in her Rue de Chaillot home, she was exiled from the country. Although she later returned, she never regained the elite status she had once known. Cora Pearl published her autobiography in 1886 and died of intestinal cancer four months later.
Her legacy, however, contained both kinds of beauty, at least to some degree. During the siege of Paris in 1870, she opened up her home as a hospital. She nursed the wounded and dying herself and, as Richardson points out: "Her fine linen sheets were used for shrouds, and she herself paid all expenses." More than a gesture, by any means.
Header: Cora Pearl photographed by Granger in the late 1850s via Fine Art America
Born Emma Elizabeth Crouch to a Plymouth, England music teacher of Irish ancestry and his seamstress wife, the future Cora Pearl was precocious from the start. So much so in fact that, when her father left the family to find his fortune in the U.S., Mrs Crouch sent 12 year old Emma off to a convent school in Boulogne, France. Though she never learned to speak the language with any elan, Emma got a taste for life in France and had no desire to leave it. After returning to England and, according to her autobiography, being unceremoniously deflowered by a Covent Garden cad, she hooked up with a rich supporter who took her on holiday to Paris. When her wealthy lover left, she stayed.
Changing her name to Cora Pearl ("more chic," she would later remark), she embarked on a path that would lead her to be a fashion icon for not only other demimondaines, but wealthy, respectable women as well.
Understanding that she needed to spend money to make money, Cora acquired a small wardrobe of the most beautiful and expensive kind. Her gowns - all two of them at first - came from the famous couturier Frederick Worth. She bought jewels as well; a sparkling topaz necklace with matching earrings and a set of coral bracelets. Soon enough she would graduate to much more splendid decoration.
As the Comte de Maugny would later write, Cora had "plenty of system." She knew how to draw attention to herself, and then encouraged men to vie for her affection by informing one lover of another's extravagant gifts. This would bring yet more excess her way and so, as Joanna Richardson remarks in her fascinating book on the 19th century demimonde in Paris The Courtesans, the gifts would tumble into Cora's lap ad infinitum.
Soon enough, Cora Pearl was not only queen of the grande cocottes, she was the queen of Paris fashion. Her caleche, which she drove herself on mandatory afternoon rides around the Bois de Bologne, was enameled in sky-blue with silver accents. The interior upholstery was buttery, lemon-yellow satin and the horses - animals she probably loved more than any human - were four perfectly matched fillies, the color of cafe-au-lait. According to Philibert Audebrand:
By unanimous consent she became, for twenty-five years, the prototype of the modern courtesan. By 1852, Cora Pearl set the tone for that world of gallantry who eccentricities always ended by leaving their mark on the real world.
Cora owned a stable full of the best horses, three mansions and an endless supply of gowns, shoes and jewels. She was remarked upon for her unique style, both about her person and her homes. Her bathroom at 101 Rue de Chaillot, the mansion purchased for her by Prince Napoleon (Napoleon III's brother) was made entirely of pink marble with her initials in gold inlaid on floor and tub. She gave lavish supper parties, strewing expensive flowers such as orchids on the even more expensive carpets. Her language was sometimes coarse; her self-censoring switch seemed non-existent.
She wore the tightest corsets to accentuate what even her rivals noted as "the most perfect bust." Over these she donned remarkable gowns, in colors that were not usually seen during the third Empire. La Vie Parisienne described one such in the 1860s:
A pink satin dress, with a kind of mauve gauze flounce on the hem of the skirt, over which was some blond-lace sprinkled with white bugles. A gathered, decollete bodice, with two little mauve flounces all around. A loose belt, with four mauve gauze streamers, sewn with pearls.
Unwilling to be second guessed on her fashion choices, she notoriously took a riding crop to a ten year old girl who laughed at her gown and pelisse in the Bois. Richardson notes that "she was heavily fined for the offense."
Cora also introduced the use of modern makeup to the Parisian milieu and, yet more strikingly, hair dye. Her naturally auburn locks could turn up any color on any given occasion. La Vie reported that her hair had been dyed "the perfect mauve" to match the gown they described. On other occasions, her locks were the same lemon-yellow as the satin upholstery of her caleche.
Her most extravagant wardrobe choices tended toward jewels, however, and for Cora diamonds were a girl's best friend. Appearing in deshabille as Cupid on the Paris stage for a one-night-only performance that saw most if not all of her wealthy supporters attending, she quite literally dripped with diamonds if very little else. At one point, Cora "threw herself flat on her back and flung her legs up in the air to show the soles of her shoes that were one mass of diamonds," according to William Osgood Field. When she left the stage, Cora dropped another set of diamonds. She left these where they lay, for her maid to pick up.
Of course the days of wine and roses could not last. After an unfortunate scandal in which a young lover shot himself in her Rue de Chaillot home, she was exiled from the country. Although she later returned, she never regained the elite status she had once known. Cora Pearl published her autobiography in 1886 and died of intestinal cancer four months later.
Her legacy, however, contained both kinds of beauty, at least to some degree. During the siege of Paris in 1870, she opened up her home as a hospital. She nursed the wounded and dying herself and, as Richardson points out: "Her fine linen sheets were used for shrouds, and she herself paid all expenses." More than a gesture, by any means.
Header: Cora Pearl photographed by Granger in the late 1850s via Fine Art America
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