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- Know Your Shoes Part 2 Infographic.
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25 year old Chen Yen-hui recreates makeup looks from the Tang dynasty
People gotta signal boost the fuck out of this because you know it won’t get the attention it deserves till a white person copies it
Yissssss I love it when historical fashion from not the West is reenacted
Okay so I took pictures today and actually posted like I promised. (Sure technically Monday is not on the weekend, but close enough.) French hood looking French Hood-y instead of like a kokoshnik like I was afraid of, so that’s good. So you may have noticed this is the gown in my icon, but I never made jewelry or a french hood or did my hair or make-up for any of the pictures. Spent ages this weekend working on all of that and I think it turned out super awesome. There was something really empowering about wearing such a regal dress with the proper headgear and accessories because when I looked in the mirror wearing this, I was like “Dang, I totally get how Mary Tudor got the balls to murder all those protestants.” No protestant murdering for me of course. But this really brings it home about what I’ve always thought: clothes have incredible power to create character from a blank slate. They transform and transport the wearer because let me tell you, about half an hour before this picture was taken I was in ratty sweats with my hair in shambles and half done make-up. I looked like I was homeless- or in college.
My 9 year old brother started reading Harry Potter, and he asked me, so earnestly, “Were the Dursley’s mean to Harry when he was little?” I hadn’t thought much about it before, and he seemed so upset that I totally lied to that little kid. “NO! Of course they weren’t.”
But then I couldn’t get young Harry out of my head. There must have been a time before he was resigned to their neglect that he wanted their affection.
There will never be a time when I am not absolutely broken up over this.
Do you ever think that back when Harry was an infant, far too young to remember and Vernon was at work and Dudley was off doing something, playing or eating or napping, when it was just Petunia and Harry, that, with the loss of her sister and the memories still playing in her head, Petunia would look into Harry’s eyes and see some remnant of family? Some remnant of her childhood, of a magical world she’d only dreamed of? This would have been before Dudley got old enough to notice and Vernon got too bombastic and it became easier to focus on the doings of the neighbors than to think of her dead sister and her sister’s son. The way that I’m sure at some point she would ask her sister every time she came back from Hogwarts to tell her things, and in her room at night with silence in the house the only light in her room a flashlight, she’d whisper words of magic to herself, really silent and no one would ever know.
And maybe she’d known about Mrs. Figg all along. And when Harry got his letter, buried under those years of repressed… everything, she felt pride and an echo of envy. Or when Aunt Marge began insulting Harry’s parents (I don’t believe that Petunia had any particular feelings towards James, or at least that they aren’t clearly expressed. Resentment maybe.) the feeling of suppressed rage Petunia must have felt. Petunia is one of my favorite understated complex characters. I don’t think she’s a good person or a strong person. I think she tended to pick the path of least resistance a lot in life, even when it meant lying to herself. But for being such a minor character, the ups and downs that are alluded to in Petunia’s life are, perhaps, even more clear than Lily’s. And while I say she tends to pick the past of least resistance, there are these moments of intense emotion that even years of practiced repression cannot completely quell. And we see those in her terror at learning about Voldemort, the shaky way she says goodbye to Harry in the last book. There’s a lot I could say about Petunia, how different a lot of things would be if Petunia had chosen a different path for herself. She’s such a pivotal character and so disturbingly human, I’m constantly fascinated by her.
For Aspiring Tailors
There is so little by way of educational material available to the aspiring tailor, and my feelings on this are mixed. I really do think it’s a craft that is best learnt at the hands of an experienced teacher so the few books available should be used as guides for someone undergoing an apprenticeship and not for those who wish to teach themselves. That said, not everyone has access to an experienced tailor and I suppose they have no choice but to turn to the scant material available so the latest arrival to the self-tutelage sphere will be welcome to many.
Andrew Ramroop, of the justly famous Maurice Sedwell of Savile Row, has teamed up with Mastered.com to produce an online, self-guided course in tailoring. Video lessons and some very handsome photography are provided along with supporting print material. In a smart move, Mr. Ramroop shows a technique, then his assistant does it. This gives the viewer the benefit of seeing an experienced master do, and then seeing some of the mistakes that he or she is likely to make and the corrections as suggested by the teacher. Of course, not every possible misstep is covered, but students are encouraged to upload photos or other evidence of their work for evaluation by Mr. Ramroop. Certainly not failsafe but better than a book alone.
Coincidentally, I was recently talking to the owner of a custom clothiers shop in NYC last week, and he told me that he’s thinking about shutting down the tailoring side of his business next year (after being in business for about 50 years) because he can’t find people who can make clothes as good as he needs. His current head tailor is 85 years old and won’t be around forever, but finding a replacement has been tough. I hear this a lot from custom clothing shops, although some — such as Rubinacci — seem to be able to attract talent without any issue.
Not sure if Ramroop’s program is good enough to land you a job somewhere, but it’s nice to see such a training program pop up for people who are passionate about this craft.
Michele Carragher, the head embroider on Game of Thrones, made this awesome tutorial to show how she created the dragonscale fabric that appears on several of Daenarys’ costumes in S3 and S4.
Ms. Carragher says that the dragonscale fabric was created because “In season 3 the Costume Designer Michele Clapton wanted a Dragonscale like textured embroidery that starts to emerge on three of Daenery’s costumes, which becomes heavier and more pronounced, growing and evolving as the season progresses” (Carragher).
In stages 9-11 of the tutorial we see how the textile evolves from lightly to heavily embellished. This progression is meant to illustrate Daenarys’ personal growth and the growth of her dragons (source).
Don’t care about Game of Thrones but that shit is cool
So we’re supposed to read a bunch of Shakespearean sonnets for class tomorrow and I just read Sonnet 20. Blew my mind. I just, is Shakespeare saying what I think he’s saying? Okay so the sonnet goes like this:
A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Much steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.
So I’m freaking out, and I just have to look it up to be sure. And sure enough, There’s a huge section arguing about Shakespeare being
omg i am laughing so hard at the Miss Universe costume category
you got poland lookin nice
Namibia workin it
Costa Rica goin big, what did you expect
Haiti fuckin rockin it
Great Britain got damn
Switzerland hell yeah
we had to be a fucking transformer
is this real life
reblogging this again just to add
canada HAD TO BE a fuckign mountie are you kidding me
but did you guys see this: