Dangerous Beauties: 1910s Movie Stars

A 21st century recreation of Edith, Mary, and Sybil’s flower show attire.
consultingcostumers:

The Suffragette: Casual Wear.
The Cardigan: $20The Belt (in Nude): $38The Hats-Option One: $13Option Two: $28The Dresses-Option One: $47Option Two (in White Spotted):  £13 or $21Option Three: £28 or $45Option Four: $45

A 21st century recreation of Edith, Mary, and Sybil’s flower show attire.

consultingcostumers:

The Suffragette: Casual Wear.

The Cardigan: $20
The Belt (in Nude): $38
The Hats-
Option One: $13
Option Two: $28
The Dresses-
Option One: $47
Option Two (in White Spotted):  £13 or $21
Option Three: £28 or $45
Option Four: $45

Drained, I tell you.

twilights-quill:

Have any of you seen the original Upstairs, Downstairsfrom the Seventies? My dad bought the complete set for my mom and me to help us get over Downton Abbeywithdrawal. We are almost finished with series one and Princess Anne on a pogo stick, a LOT has gone down! The 70s stage-style acting and low production values may deter some people, but if you get through the first couple of episodes (after that the acting is much more natural) I think you would enjoy it Downtoners and period piece fans.

I finished watching all five seasons last month and ♥.♥! At the risk of bringing wrath upon my head, I feel it worked better as a period piece than the frothier Downton—especially the season during WWI.

In this captivating debut, the first of a trilogy, Maire Claremont takes her readers on an unforgettable journey from the wretched hell of a madhouse where dangerous women are locked away to the glittering ballrooms of high society in Victorian England. 
Read here: http://pages.simonandschuster.com/pocketstar/the-dark-lady

In this captivating debut, the first of a trilogy, Maire Claremont takes her readers on an unforgettable journey from the wretched hell of a madhouse where dangerous women are locked away to the glittering ballrooms of high society in Victorian England.

Read here: http://pages.simonandschuster.com/pocketstar/the-dark-lady

Seriously, you guys, seriously, I’m pulling together some ideas for a period drama/historical convention.

Love this! Fanvid for “Birdsong” - Summertime Sadness by Lana del Rey

Polo at Ranelagh
The Ranelagh Club has been a great factor in the expansion of polo. It is not too much to say that when Ranelagh was reopened in 1894, the future of polo hung in the balance. When therefore the two grounds at Ranelagh were opened the opportunity was eagerly seized on. Many of the members of Hurlingham joined the Club, and in a very short time there were plenty of players at both.
The grounds were improved. The old ground was relaid, the new one enlarged, stabling was built, and the boxes engaged before the paint was dry on the doors. Then came the building of the pavilion, which has twice been enlarged and improved since. This pavilion was not, however, a mere luxury—it has had a great effect on the popularity of polo in London.
A game is indeed first of all for the players, but spectators too count for much in the prosperity of cricket, football, and polo. The taste for looking on at polo had to be created, and the Ranelagh pavilion, with its tea-rooms and its comforts, owes its success not so much to these luxurious additions as to the fact that it is by far the best place in London to see a match from. Firstclass polo, if it is a genuine contest and not a mere exhibition game, is most attractive as a spectacle.
~ Polo, Past and Present, 1905

Polo at Ranelagh

The Ranelagh Club has been a great factor in the expansion of polo. It is not too much to say that when Ranelagh was reopened in 1894, the future of polo hung in the balance. When therefore the two grounds at Ranelagh were opened the opportunity was eagerly seized on. Many of the members of Hurlingham joined the Club, and in a very short time there were plenty of players at both.

The grounds were improved. The old ground was relaid, the new one enlarged, stabling was built, and the boxes engaged before the paint was dry on the doors. Then came the building of the pavilion, which has twice been enlarged and improved since. This pavilion was not, however, a mere luxury—it has had a great effect on the popularity of polo in London.

A game is indeed first of all for the players, but spectators too count for much in the prosperity of cricket, football, and polo. The taste for looking on at polo had to be created, and the Ranelagh pavilion, with its tea-rooms and its comforts, owes its success not so much to these luxurious additions as to the fact that it is by far the best place in London to see a match from. Firstclass polo, if it is a genuine contest and not a mere exhibition game, is most attractive as a spectacle.

~ Polo, Past and Present, 1905

thegildedrage:

Simpson and Vail Co., the purveyors of the tea specially blended for J.P Morgan, still produce the original recipe tea now in lovely Brookfield, Connecticut. As I have purchased some, I will say it is an acquired taste, strong and smokey to smell, very smooth to drink. Not quite like drinking a cigar, but it’s close.

Tell me I’m not alone in obsessing over a dead historical guy!
This is Raymond Asquith, son of Prime Minister H.H. Asquith, and considered one of the most brilliant men of Edwardian England. He was killed in WWI, and since first reading about him in Angela Lambert’s Unquiet Souls, I have been driven to find out more and more about him. I literally get teary eyed reading his last letters before he was killed on the Somme (incidentally, I’ve fueled this obsession by purchasing a book of his letters, LOL), as though I knew the man personally.
I have to know I’m not psycho.

Tell me I’m not alone in obsessing over a dead historical guy!

This is Raymond Asquith, son of Prime Minister H.H. Asquith, and considered one of the most brilliant men of Edwardian England. He was killed in WWI, and since first reading about him in Angela Lambert’s Unquiet Souls, I have been driven to find out more and more about him. I literally get teary eyed reading his last letters before he was killed on the Somme (incidentally, I’ve fueled this obsession by purchasing a book of his letters, LOL), as though I knew the man personally.

I have to know I’m not psycho.