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shewhoworshipscarlin · 6 months

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Wool coat by Maison Worth, early 1930s, London.

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lilyabsinthe · 2 years

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Back to the 1870s

Today we take a trip back to the 70s…the 1870s, that is, and more specifically circa 1874 with this afternoon dress from Worth: Worth, Afternoon Dress, c. 1874; Metropolitan Museum of Art (1975.259.2a, b) This afternoon dress utilizes the two-color combination style that was typical of early to mid-1870s dresses, consisting of black silk taffeta bodice and outer skirt combined with a pale…

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#1870s #Afternoon Dress #Atelier Lily Absinthe #Charles Frederick Worth #Costume History #Day Dress #Dress Designs #Fashion History #Hollywood Victorian #Karin K. McKechnie-Lid #Lily Absinthe Gowns and Corsetry #Maison Worth #The Victorian Designer #Victorian Dress #Victorian Fashionista

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gogmstuff · 7 months

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Dinner and Evening Dresses of 1910 -

Left 1910 (December) Dinner dress by Beer, Les Modes - photo by Félix. From les-modes.tumblr.com/page/14; fixed spots w Pshop 725X1920.

Right 1910 (December) Dinner dress by Maison Agnès, Les Modes - photo by Félix. From les-modes.tumblr.com/page/23 fixed spots w Pshop 752X1920.

Left 1910 (August issue) Evening gown by Drecoll, photo Reutlinger. From les-modes.tumblr.com/image/519495531581280X1815.

Right 1910 (June) Eevening gown by Rivain & Cie, Les Modes - photo by Félix. From les-modes.tumblr.com/page/27; fixed vertical flaws & spots w Pshop 682X1635

Left 1910 (May) Les Modes Evening gown by Bernard, photo by Félix. From les-modes.tumblr.com/search/1910s; abated streaks & fixed spots w Pshop 1280X1811.

Right 1910 (May) Les Modes Evening gown by Laferriére. .From les-modes.tumblr.com/search/1910s/page/13 1000X1393.

Left. 1910 Baroness Gerda von Chappuis (Mrs F. A. Konig) by Sir John Lavery (auctioned by Christie's) From the discontinued Athenaeum Web site; cropped 679X980.

Right. 1910 Evening dress by ? (location ?). From sartorialadventure.tumblr.com 360X1200.

Left 1910 Evening dress by ? (location ?). From sartorialadventure.tumblr.com 709X1400.

Right 1910 Evening dress by House of Worth (location ?). From costumehistory.tumblr.com/post/180312871593/shewhoworshipscarlin-evening-dress-by-house-of 1280X1679.

Left 1910 Lady by Arthur von Ferraris (auctioned by Michael Zeller). From Wikimedia 714X1003.

Right 1910 Marie Cécile Ney d'Elchingen (1867-1960), wife of Joachim, 5th prince Murat by Giovanni Boldini (auctioned by Christie's). From their Web site 1718X3212.

Left 1910 Mrs. E. L. Doyen by Giovanni Boldini (private collection). From arthive.com/sl/artists/8960~Giovanni_Boldini/works/270437~Portrait_of_Madame_Doyen 1765X3600.

Right 1910 Mrs. Mabel Brooks of Kinmount by Sir Hubert von Herkomer (auctioned). From pinterest.com/ustava51/живописьженский-образ/ 1187X1920.

Left 1910 Peacock dress by ? (Metropolitan Museum of Art - New York City, New York, USA). From buzzfeed.com/deesims/10-stunning-gowns-to-reaffirm-the-belief-you-were-n5qq 638X1681.

Right 1910 Queen Mary photo signed May Posted to Foro Dinastias by Maravilha on 7 August 2010 1160X1600.

ca. 1910 Madame Duchesse Vendome and Prince Charles-Philippe d'Orléans by Boissonnas & Taponier. From eBay; fixed spots and removed mono-color tint 669X1067.

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fashionbooksmilano · 5 months

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MIRROR MIRROR Fashion & The Psyche

Yoon Hee Lamot, Elisa De Wyngaert

Hannibal ,Veurne 2022, 240 pages, 23,3x29cm, Hardcover, ISBN 9789464366297

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email if you want to buy [email protected]

A unique take on fashion in 2022

In MIRROR MIRROR – Fashion & the Psyche, MoMu – Fashion Museum Antwerp and Dr. Guislain Museum examine how fashion, psychology, self-image and identity are connected. The personal experience of the body is the main theme of this unexpected dialogue between visual art and avant-garde fashion. Featuring work by Ed Atkins, Walter Van Beirendonck, Prada, Maison Martin Margiela, Jil Sander, Worth,Christopher Kane, Noir Kei Ninomiya, Genieve Figgis, Genesis Belanger, Hussein Chalayan, Comme des Garçons, Joseph Schneller, Ezekiel Messou, Giovanni Battista Podestà, Helga Goetze and Yumiko Kawai, among others.

Publication accompanying the exhibition MIRROR MIRROR – Fashion & the Psyche at MoMu – Fashion Museum Antwerp and Dr. Guislain Museum, Ghent from 8 October 2022 to 26 February 2023.

With textual contributions by curators Yoon Hee Lamot and Elisa De Wyngaert. Mara Johanna Kölmel, Lucy Moyse Ferreira, Monika Ankele and Renate Stauss also wrote text contributions.

19/11/23

#Mirror Mirror #fashion & psyche #fashion exhibition catalogue #Dr.Guislain Museum Ghent 2022 #MoMu Fashion Museum Antwerp 2022 #Husseyn Chalayan #Walter Van Beirendonck #Comme des Garçons #fashion & psycology #Prada #Maison Martin Margiela #Jil Sander #Worth #fashion books #fashionbooksmilano

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coxxxmo · 5 months

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A GUIDE TO ASSASSINATING THE CHIEF JUSTICE

⤷ taglist - @lemeowade @sako-mii @moonlybxbe @oni-girx

⤷ word count - 6k

STEP 1 : GATHERING INFORMATION AND PRE-BALL PREPARATIONS

Discussions about the annual ball were raging in the Fontainian streets this time of the year just like the year before it and all the other years before it. It was no surprise since The yearly “Opulent Dreams” masquerade ball was an event to be celebrated in Fontaine.

Once, every year lavish preparations were made in Fontaine, the meticulous planning would start months in advance as the finest event coordinators from all over Teyvat worked tirelessly to create this dazzling event that was talked about throughout the nation.

Elaborate decorations were carefully chosen, adorning every corner of the venue with cascading floral arrangements, crystal chandeliers, and extravagant draperies. The ballroom itself was transformed into a fairy tale setting, with an enchanting ambiance which transported guests to a realm of unmatched beauty. Intricate table settings were meticulously crafted, showcasing the finest porcelain, silverware, and crystal glassware. Every citizen of Fontaine was to be invited so invitation wasn’t a problem.

However, the most important part of the plan was to get close to the Iudex. Any person who was close to you would simply just assume that the reason you were so obsessed with the Chief Justice was because you were one of his many admirers but they couldn’t be more far away from the truth.

Yes, you might’ve been a bit obsessed but it wasn’t because you were oh so hopelessly in love with him, oh no no. You wanted revenge. Cold, Ruthless, and Bitter Revenge. And you were going to get it, on the night of the ball. After all, it was a perfect opportunity. You spent a complete year researching and analyzing every little bit of information about the Chief Justice so when the time came you could’ve struck without a flaw and made sure he wouldn’t live to see the light of the next day.

You made sure to remember his every day routine, the day he stayed in his office working, how long he stayed in and all the days he had his court duties to handle. You even knew when he would go to meet the Melusines and about his favorite things and things he hated.

Honestly speaking, You weren’t the type of person who knew anything about killing someone - of course you weren’t, you could barely hurt a fly without getting sad over the life you took but last year things changed…Things changed drastically for you when your own brother was put on a fake trial and falsely accused for treason, the biggest crime that can be committed by someone. Accusations were made that he sold important information to the Fatui since he worked in the Maison Gestion. Hence, his only suitable punishment according to the Oratrice Mecanique D'analyse Cardinale was a death penalty.

You tried to do everything to prove his innocence, to prove that your brother was just another working class citizen who loved his nation more than anything but alas, the people who were actually behind the leaking of information staged him being guilty too well to the point that no matter what you did, what evidence you could presented, it was no use. At last, your brother was executed publicly, as to provide a spectacle of what could happen to those who dare betray their nation - forever tarnishing his own reputation and your family name.

You were well aware that the final decision was made by the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, and it heavily relied on the evidence provided. However, you were also aware that Neuvillette could’ve stopped the execution if he wanted to. You knew that he was aware that your brother was not the real criminal behind this, yet he didn’t utter a word. On the day of his execution, he didn’t even bother showing up. Was this how little someone’s life was worth to him? Was this how insignificant it was to him? It seemed that way and this….this enraged you.

Sure, there were many other things that were even worse than this. You had no family left, no proper house to live in and people hated you and your dead family. They refused to even sell you food or give you jobs. Simply put, your life was a huge mess, and yes, things were terrible. But the one and only person responsible for this was the reputable Chief Justice of Fontaine, Neuvillette. And sure, if, let’s say, you did get caught (chances of which were higher than you would have liked them to be) then your life would be over. It wouldn't be a big deal though right? Considering how it was already down in the depths of hell. So despite every last bit of your better judgment that was telling you not to do this, you did what you had to. You started getting ready for the ball.

STEP 2 : SUCCESSFULLY ENTER THE BALL AND BLEND IN

You were finally at the venue as you saw the entire venue filled with a kaleidoscope of colors, chandeliers cascaded their radiant light across the big hall. The setting was nothing short of magical. People were coming in and the air was filled with an electrifying excitement as guests clad in exquisite gowns, dashing suits and their elegant and glamorous masks were making their way through the hallway, down the stairs to the enchanting ballroom.

The ballroom, with its high arched ceilings and intricately carved marble pillars, was a sight to behold. Golden accents adorned every corner, exuding an aura of royalty and grandeur. A magnificent crystal chandelier, dazzling with countless glass prisms, took center stage, casting shimmering reflections on the marble floors below.

It was easy to lose yourself in the midst of this dazzling party yet you knew…you knew how all this worked better than anyone else, you knew how all these people and their beliefs in this hollow system of justice were like. You knew what you had to do tonight, you were aware what was at stake and maybe if you can’t do it tonight then you won’t get a chance like this anyways.

So you made a grand entrance, donning a breathtaking dress that perfectly matched the appeal of your captivating mask. Your mask, The central focus of your overall appearance was silver in color, with delicate filigree patterns that cascade along the edges and pearls adorned the surface making it even prettier. You made sure that your face wasn’t recognizable with the mask, an important detail that shouldn’t be overlooked. As soon as you tried to blend in with other masked figures, you began the next step of your plan.

STEP 3 : LOCATE THE CHIEF JUSTICE

You moved across the ballroom swiftly with only one motive in your mind. So what if everyone was wearing masks, makeup or completely different outfits - surely it can’t be that difficult to find him right?....right??? Wrong. You spent about an hour looking like a lost child going through the swaying bodies just to find him but somehow, it seemed like luck just wasn’t on your side tonight. Surely how hard would it be to find the most notable man in the entire nation in an important event such as this one? You knew the answer now, very hard. Yet another half an hour passed and your luck was just as terrible as it was before. It felt as if you were in a maze of people - each turn making you feel as if you were back at the same masks.

Just as you admitted defeat, finally taking a seat near the bar lowering your head in defeat - you smelled a strong scent of fresh rain mixed with….lumidouce bells??? You can’t help but look up as you look at the snow-white hair with ocean blue highlights passing by you. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe anymore, your vision going dizzy, the room was closing in on you - there was no mistaking it. It was him. The man who single-handedly destroyed your entire life.

STEP 4 : K͚͍̯ͯͩͨͧ̉̈̑͛͂͜͜I̧̫͚̗̯͈̮̿ͤͣͦḼ̲̀L̶̶̷̡̛͇͎̪̠̙͖̦̖͈̠̻͚̺͈̋̆͛̽ͯ̔̒ͣ̈͒͋̆̊̌̾̂ͤ͘͠ H̟̏͢I̥̣͗̆̾ͥ͢M̴̸̢̢̛̦̹̲̲̭̝̭̰̲̘͈̲͔̂ͫ̀ͧ̈́͌ͯ͌ͤͮ͊͛ͨ͛͒̌ͮ̌́ͨ̉̃͟͜͢͠͡͝ͅ APPROACH HIM calmly…

You took deep breaths and calmed yourself down, it wasn’t the time to lose yourself like this. You were just about to go and stop the man but he somehow came and stood beside you, asking the bartender for water. Huh… It had been a year, a year since you saw him like this. You couldn’t help but notice his mask that seemed to fit his face way too perfectly - The soft blue frame of the mask highlighted his mysterious eyes, and its intricate design added an elegant touch to his presence. Silver accents caught the light, while delicate crystals and sequins glistened, mirroring the sparkle in his eyes.

“Apologies but you seemed to be staring at me. Is something the matter?” His voice caught you completely off guard. It seemed softer than the harsh and cold voice you’ve heard him use and it startled you for sure. Your mouth dried up and the words seemed to just die down in your throat, not coming out. Seeing him this close to you made you want to reach out for your dagger and-

“Excuse me?”

You looked up to him, his eyes scanning your demeanor. Shit, you let yourself slip-

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but notice your mask. It looks quite exquisite and the design and colors compliment you very well Monsieur Neuvillette.” You put on your best facade, your sincerest smile and talked to him.

“Ah, it seems this mask isn’t doing a very good job at concealing my identity.”

“It seems not.” You give him a small smile. He turned to walk away after the small talk. But you HAD TO STOP HIM, YOU COULDN’T AFFORD LOSING A GOLDEN CHANCE LIKE THIS.

“Wait!” You called out to him amidst your internal conflict, still not sure what to do. “Hm?” He turned back to look at you. You had to think of something quick, you had to make him stay, you had to- “Do you have a partner?” You blabbered out…without thinking.

“Pardon?” He tilted his head in confusion, not sure what you meant exactly.

“I mean as in, someone to dance with at the midnight ball. I don’t see a partner by your side-” You said peeking over his shoulder now, to look for his imaginary partner. He seemed to take a moment to look at you again and replied “I do not.”

“Seems like a coincidence really, I don’t have a partner as well.” You sighed dramatically.

“Is that so?” He enquired.

“Yes, indeed. And I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind obviously, would you like to be my partner for the night?” As soon as those words left your mouth, you saw the look on his face trying to register what you just said. Part of you knew what you asked was stupid, there was no way whatsoever that he would agree to this whole ordeal.

He didn’t have any friends or any people close to him, you knew that by now and he seemed to avoid forming such relations and connections with people at all times so if you really had to make him stay with you till after midnight to find the perfect chance you had no other option but to convince him.

“I appreciate your kind offer but I don’t think I need a partner.” Just as you expected.

“Aw but monsieur neuvillette, don’t you think it’ll be quite awkward and out of place for someone as important as you to not partake in such a significant event for all of fontaine? Look, even the hydro archon has a partner.” You point towards the raised seating in the ballroom where the hydro archon was sitting and talking enthusiastically with some blonde traveler.

You watch as Neuvillette's expressions seem to change a bit as he takes time to scan across the ballroom, seeing almost everyone in pairs. “I’ll have to apologize in advance however for my rusty dance expertise, it’s been quite long since I’ve had the chance to do this.” He gave you a soft and sweet smile as he extended his hand for you to take. Without realizing your mouth unconsciously twitched up into a small smile as you took up his hand. You couldn’t help but smile even widely realizing you were only hours away from seeing his lifeless body.

STEP 5 : S̹̤̣͂T̴̰̲͈̀̔͐̇̈́̽Ḁ̵̡̲̤̪͖̾͊̓̋̊͘͢B̨̛̺̘̮̘̓̋ͩ̅ͥ̇͑ͤ͒͟ Ḥ̡̨̜͈̥͎̦̙̱̞̒͌ͨ͌ͯ̅̈ͪ̔̇̾͗ͦ̂͘͞Ị̵̧̨̨̛̗͈͈̝̘͇̼̟̭̣̮͉ͧͦ̽̌͐͒͛ͣ͊ͨ̀ͮ̑͛̑̕͢͞͞ͅM̛̰̹̩̎̾̅̔͘͞͡ MAKE HIM TRUST YOU

It felt as if the more and more time you spent beside him only fueled the growth of a festering node of hatred within you. It seemed to take root deep inside you, which only made you think of how good it would feel when you’ll finally be done with it.

“Excuse me???” his voice seemed to break you out of your little psychopath circle. “You seemed to be in deep thought.”

“I’m sorry I was just a little distracted.” You flashed him your very best smile. It was now time to get the final plan in motion…it was going to be hard, to make him trust you. After all he wasn’t the type of person to even engage in small talk as to what you observed so you had to take a different route. “Monsieur Neuvillette, I think we should get something to drink first. I was feeling parched already.” You sighed, making him reconsider.

“You’re right. I forgot you were sitting at the bar. It was hasty of me to take you away like that.” He spoke leading you back to the bar. Such an exhibitionist.

As you reached the bar, you looked at him waiting for you to order whatever beverage you were going to. This was the first make or break.

“Good evening, Can I get some fresh spring water?” You inquired with the bartender who looked at you like you just asked him for something so baffling, he had to take a moment to take it in. “You are aware this is a bar right?”

“Uh…Yes-”

“The Lady simply asked for some spring water.” He came and stood beside you, looking directly at the bartender. “I-Iudex..” It was as if the words got stuck in the bartender’s throat. “Yes? Is there a problem?”

“Absolutely not, Spring water coming right up.”

“Very well and make it two.”

“Right away sir.” the bartender said as he shuffled back nervously through the backdoor.

Neuvillette turned to look at you, his eyes now carrying this new kind of glimmer in them. “You…enjoy spring water?”

“I do! But obviously, It’s a shame I can’t have Mondstat’s water right now.”

“Mondstat’s water?�� You knew it now, it felt as clear as day. He was testing the grounds with you. Merely trying his luck as to if what he thought about you was actually true or just a wrong hunch.

"Yes!" It was your time to shine now, to show off all the knowledge you could've gathered. "You see, water from different places has completely flavors to the discerning palate. Mondstadt's water is crisp and pure, while water from Liyue has an enduring aftertaste. In Inazuma, the water possesses a depth of flavor unlike any other. Sumeru's water, meanwhile, has a rich and complex flavor profile, but it must be savored patiently to fully appreciate it."

You saw the look in his face after you were done talking. It seemed similar to a child's face when first stepped into a candy shop. Full of wonder and amusement, not exactly sure of its next move.

"You're aware of water's flavors..."

"Why, of course." You give him a knowing smile "Water is important to life, one can survive without food but never without water. There's nothing as pure and refreshing as water." You were proud of yourself to say the least, you were pretty sure you had his interest in completely now and there was absolutely nothing that could sto-

You looked at him in the middle of mentally applauding yourself only to see him carefully examining you. The astonishment and wonder were long gone, leaving a third emotion which you were having a hard time figuring out. What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? What's with his face...

"I see.." was all he managed to say. What was with that dry response? I thought I gave a perfect answer to that.

You couldn't help but be intimidated by the way he looked at you. It felt as if his whole 'Chief Justice' demeanor was back and he was no longer the sweet Neuvillette you were talking to just a few moments ago.

As you were in the middle of retracing back everything you said to him, the life in his eyes seemed to return. He went from having a serious and stoic face to a look of amusement once again, but...there was definitely something completely different and something completely wrong.

"What I meant to say was, It's truly remarkable how you can distinguish between the different flavors of water like that based on their place of origin. I don't think I come across individuals such as yourself this easily." Weird. "If I may inquire, how exactly can you differentiate those flavors like that?"

You were done. You prepared everything yet you didn't know what or how to reply to this. You had no response that could make you sound sane enough because let's be honest, which sane person can tell apart different flavors of water? IT'S WATER. But it's okay, you just had to come up with something. Maybe you could've just told him 'Oh, you know. I stalked you RELIGIOUSLY for the past year. Nothing out of the ordinary.' Just a plain and honest reply. After all, what could've gone wro-

"Y/N?" his voice was heavy like anchors tied to your feet, dragging you down to the depths of hell where you belonged for all this deranged behavior. "I-"

"Hear ye, Hear ye. My beloved citizens." The Hydro Archon's voice rang through the entire ballroom as everything came to halt and everyone quieted down. Thank the archons.

"It is now time to begin The Midnight Masquerade Waltz." She threw her hands open in a way to invite everyone to participate as the entire ballroom burst into a fit of loud cheer and applaud. The lights dimmed down to match the atmosphere as the music started playing indicating the official beginning of the dance.

For now, you were thankful to have avoided the conversation. You figured your answer was too specific and too close to what Neuvillette himself has said in the past and there really was no explaining how you managed to say the exact words as he did.

Your attention was shifted from the people around you to Neuvillette as he held out his hand in front of you while bowing a bit and keeping his other hand on his chest as a gesture of courtesy.

You really shouldn't be surprised after all you have awaited this moment for weeks without end, perfecting your waltzing skills for when the time comes yet when here is the moment in front of you - The Chief Justice of Fontaine BOWING in front of YOU. Somehow it was more nerve wrecking than anything you've ever done.

You couldn't really tell if it was because of the shift in his demeanor after possibly suspecting you of stalking him or was it the weird thing in the atmosphere or was it because of something else but you suddenly felt dizzy, and now that you were here steps away from executing your plan your nervous system wasn't really helping you.

Not taking another moment of his, you gently placed your hand in his as the notes of a coherent ballroom music started playing and both of you got instinctively close to each.

As you exchanged a glance, your left hand reached out to his shoulder while his right hand slid down gently to your back. You wouldn't say you don't have the experience of such close proximity but something about being so close to him, something about his scent that reminded you of the sea on a moonlit night, it was distracting you. But this was a plan and you needed to stay focused. Either way, let the waltzing commence.

STEP 6 : DISTRACT HIM not the other way around

Despite your outfit, you could feel the warmth of his hands seeping in through your clothes and directly to the sensitive skin of your back. It almost made you jolt, but you couldn't afford any distractions. Of course not.

You saw the look in his eyes and you weren't sure if it was the lightning but it got a shade darker, was this even humanly possible? All of this was ridiculous, the way he kept his hands on you and his fingers intertwined with yours. All of this was sending little electric sparks straight to your spine and to be honest, you. hated. every. second. of. it.

How dare this man you hated so passionately make you feel something other than hatred? How absolutely dare he guide YOU so easily across the ballroom floor. You didn't even notice but while you were busy justifying your hatred for this man, your feet glided across the floor and both of your bodies were so perfectly synchronized with each other that a lot of people around you stopped to look at you two.

'Monsieur Neuvillette has a partner?'

'Are you looking at both of them dancing together? Of course he had a partner, that's why he ignored everyone else.'

'Who's that person he's dancing with?'

'You can tell by the way they danced together that there is something between them'

'They look so in love with each other. It feels so refreshing seeing him like this.'

'Quick! Take a picture!'

What the hell was wrong with everyone and their baseless assumptions. Your eyes darted to every person who commented, glaring at them.

"Y/N" his voice went low as he whispered in your ear. "You need to focus on the dance dear." His voice so low and sultry sent shivers to your entire body, what even....There's no way HE gets to tell you what to do, there's no way you'll listen to what this man tells you and there's absolutely no way he gets away with calling you that...vile and disgusting thing he just said.

You will make him pay, killing him wasn't enough anymore you wanted him to-

"What did I say about focusing?" his hands from your back dropped to your waist. You were trying to maintain a safe distance from him, sure you were planning to get close to him as a way for your revenge but this-

"Y/N." His voice ringed bringing your attention back to him as His hands slid around from your waist, his fingers digging deeper in your skin pulling you closer to him. It was as if being this close, your senses stopped working. His scent was overwhelming you to the point where it made you sick. Was it that bad? No, definitely not because it was bad it was just because it was just so….

NO! Now’s not the time or place to think about this. You slapped yourself mentally, if you had to carry out your plan you had to stop behaving like this teenager who hadn’t been flirted with before and step up your game. So what if he was the all knowing and scary chief justice? You took your sweet time preparing for this exact moment and you’re gonna let yourself be swayed by him.

“Iudex.” It was said in the same tone as he said your name in. A sweet smile adorned your face, concealing the strategic thoughts within. This was your moment to make him regret.

As the sound progressed through the ballroom, you looked around to see the ballroom filling up - almost everyone dancing. Great, no prying eyes and a perfect cover for you to carry forward.

His smirk was replaced with a rather amusing expression seeing your actions, as if deciphering your moves.

As both of your feet glided gracefully across the ballroom floor, you finally looked at him - your eyes meeting his gaze, fixated solely on you, delivering a self-assured grin. ‘What a show-off’ you huffed internally.

While locking eyes with him, both of your feet moving on their own as if acquiring a mind of their own - The surroundings blurring into insignificance, leaving only his eyes and his presence. The tension became so thick, it felt as if you might just choke on it. Your breaths became deeper and deeper unintentionally as you felt his gaze traced an intimate path from your eyes to your lips, then leisurely down to your neck and collarbone, before sensually returning to your eyes.

This…can’t be happening. You were sure you were imaging this and let’s say even if you were, you had to take advantage of this. If he wanted to get a piece of you, you had the perfect idea.

All logic abandoned you as your focus narrowed to the singular goal of captivating him and guiding him toward the balcony. If he wanted you then you shall simply get what he desired.

Your tongue slid gently over your bottom lip, still maintaining eye contact with Neuvillette as you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips once again and seizing the opportunity, you bit it with your bottom teeth, a slow, deliberate gulp accentuating the act. Moving your hand on from his shoulder you dragged your finger gently and sensually to his neck, placing your hands on the exposed skin of his neck. As you looked back at his eyes, you could see the slight amusement in his eyes following your bold actions.

Just as you felt like you finally gave him a taste of his own medicine, his fingers which were intertwined with yours let it go to hold your wrists - his index finger delicately slid across the soft skin of your inner wrist, gently drawing little circles that made you almost lose your balance.

It was clear that in this ballroom where everyone was celebrating amongst each other in one corner, in the other corner the dance of conflicting emotions was unfolding between both of you. Your eyes were flashing with a mixture of disdain and frustration, reluctantly following along to the dance as Neuvillette led you on.

Rusted skills, my foot.

As the melody of the waltz further enveloped the room, Neuvillette led you into an intricate sequence. With a commanding yet graceful movement, he sent you spinning away. In that moment, as you rolled back toward him, the distance closing to a mere inch, a fusion of breaths made it seem as if you shared a single heartbeat. Your eyes locking in once again in a silent battle.

Hatred sparking beneath the surface of your sweet facade, but the undeniable tension crackled in the charged air. The dance became not only a regular waltz but a dance of contradictions—of push and pull, of disdain and desire. Every step and turn spoke volumes about this complicated connection between the two of you, as the music seemed to amplify the intensity of the moment.

Sensing the undeniable and unbelievably thick tension, Neuvillette took one last deep breath, his eyes closing momentarily as if coming up with a decision. When he reopened them, a determined glint shimmered in the depths of his eyes.

Without a word, he extended his hand towards you, a silent invitation that spoke volumes. You hesitated for a moment but as your fingers met his in a gentle but firm clasp, an unspoken agreement passed between you two.

Neuvillette, still holding your hand, led you through the ballroom. The swirl of the dance floor gradually faded as you both navigated through the crowd, his touch kindly leading you out and away from the eyes of anyone.

The doors to the balcony awaited, a gateway to a private moment away from the watchful eyes of the ballroom. As you stepped onto the balcony, the beauty of Fontaine's seas unfolded before you, the moonlight casting a silver glow on the waves.

The air outside was a mix of salty sea breeze and the lingering tension that had accompanied you from the dance floor. Neuvillette's gaze, now looking at the vast expanse of water, seemed to carry the weight of numerous unspoken thoughts. The balcony, overlooking Fontaine's majestic waters, became a stage for a different kind of dance – a dance guided by the rhythmic movement of the sea under the moonlit night.

STEP 7 - KILL HIM...or not

“Monsieur Neuvillette-”

“I apologize for being hasty like this. This isn't something I usually do but..” His eyes shifted from the sea to meet your eyes. The moonlit night charging the air with something unexplainable.

In that pause, a soft breeze swept across the balcony, ruffling both of your hair. Neuvillette seemed captivated by the subtle change in the atmosphere, and before either of you could fully comprehend, you found yourselves in a collision course.

A playful glint danced in Neuvillette's eyes as he grinned at you subtly. In a surprising twist, he spun you around, you figures moving in a dance that defied the orchestrated rhythm of the ballroom. The balcony, which was now a stage for your impromptu performance, witnessed a moment filled with conflicting emotions and uninhibited impulsiveness.

Being in the flow of the dance, Neuvillette subtly guided you towards the balcony railing. The sea breeze whispered conspiracies, and in an unexpected turn, he gently trapped you between his frame and the sturdy brick railing.

A charged silence hung in the air as your heart almost beat out of your chest when he leaned down towards you, using his one hand to tilt your face - he gently placed a kiss on your neck, shortly trailing a sensual path along it.

For a moment, you had the luxury of forgetting about everything - your brother, your family, the pain, the suffering, the revenge. For that moment, all you could think of was the velvety sensation of his lips on you, delicately tracing and savoring the skin of your neck, then moving down to your collarbone. His hand on your cheek, relishing in it's softness.

But how could fate ever be that kind to you? How could you ever have the pleasure of savoring something like this before the weight of the situation would finally crash down on you like a ton of bricks? Fate was cruel. And you had no choice but to obey.

With complicated emotions swirling inside you and your hands shaky, you took out the concealed dagger and positioned it - hovering over his back.

You closed your eyes for a second and took a shaky breath, building up the courage to do what you had to. What if you just spare his life? What if none of which you had planned has to happen? What if you could just stay here, enjoying this and see where it leads?

Allowing yourself to dwell in these thoughts, the faces of you brother and your parents loomed all around you reminding you of the direness of your actions.

It's okay, this would be over in a second. Just a second. So you swing the blade down in full force when-

It stops mid air. Opening your eyes, you no longer feel his touch on you as he's simply standing towering in front of you.

It was as if with a swift and almost uncanny awareness, he halts your motion, catching you completely off guard.

Neuvillette, turning to face you with an intensity in his gaze, conveys a silent message that he's not as oblivious as you thought of him to be. Of course, he wasn't. You were simply too distracted to notice this the entire night.

You were frozen in place, overcome with a sense of being caught in the act, feeling like a deer who has run right in front of its predator - your heart was pounding in terror. His eyes pierce through the mask of your intentions, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable which you despised.

“Well, well. What do we have here?" His eyes held a glint of mockery as he continued. "Were you attempting to add a touch of drama to our little soirée? Trying to stab me in the back? I thought we were saving the drama for the masquerade. Or is this your unique way of expressing affection for me?” His voice was filled with a mocking tone that danced on the edge of amusement.

His gaze lingered on you, the glint in his eyes both challenging and taunting. "Color me intrigued," he added, his voice now a low murmur of amusement. It was as if he found the entire affair not only unexpected but also oddly entertaining.

In the heartbeat following your failed attempt and Neuvillette’s words of mockery, adrenaline surged through your veins, a pulsating rhythm of fear and determination.

Seizing the unexpected surge of strength, you swiftly maneuvered Neuvillette, turning him around until his back was pressed against the balcony railing.

With a quick motion, you grabbed the knife tightly in position again, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light.

Rage filling your veins once again, you swung the blade full force at him - landing a slash on his arm. Neuvillette, momentarily stunned by you, registered your attack, his eyes narrowing in a mixture of surprise and realization.

Before he could react, driven by a surge of desperate resolve, you exerted force against him - propelling him over the balcony railing.

His eyes widened in sudden realization as events unfolded. In a final, desperate attempt to steady himself, his hand shot out towards you, aiming for support. However, all it managed to catch was your mask, causing it to slip away from your face.

The raging waters below awaited him, a fitting abyss for the chief justice who harbored no sympathy whatsoever for any human.

You witnessed a final glance in his eyes, a moment of recognition as he looked at the person behind the mask and a sense of peace washing over him, accepting his inevitable fate.

The night swallowed his form as he descended into the water, leaving you alone on the balcony, the sound of the turbulent sea below, you stood in the haunting aftermath of your desperate act.

As the adrenaline subsided, the weight of what you had just done began to settle on your shoulders like a heavy cloak. The reality of your actions bore down on you, and a profound sense of guilt crept into the corners of your conscience as you stared into the raging sea beneath where the last traces of the Chief Justice was gone as well.

The moon, a silent witness to your choices, cast an eerie glow on the scene. The sea, once a backdrop to your vendetta, now mirrored the turmoil of emotions within you. Your trembling hands, once fueled by determination, now betrayed the uncertainty that gripped you.

The weight of guilt anchored you to the balcony, and as the waves crashed against the rocks below, each echo seemed to amplify the consequences of your irreversible decision.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant sounds of the sea, a haunting reminder of the depths into which you had cast the chief justice.

Despite accomplishing the culmination of your year-long vendetta, ending his life, there was no comfort to be found. Instead of the anticipated relief, a heavy burden settled deep within you, intensifying the weight of remorse. Far from feeling better, you found yourself engulfed in a sense of emptiness, as if the act had only added to the darkness that now resided within. The hollowness of your victory became painfully apparent, leaving you with an indescribable ache that overshadowed any satisfaction you had hoped to gain.

You couldn't help but entertain a wistful wish. Perhaps, in a different time and under alternate circumstances, your paths might have crossed with a different script. Under different stars and in a gentler dance of fate, the unexplainable thing between you two might have unfolded in a way that didn't demand such drastic choices.

A reality where you didn't have the blood of the Chief Justice on your hands.

Maybe you would've liked him then.

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#neuvilette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x y/n #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #fontaine #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #Star library #UM THIS WAS A TRIP TO WRITE #LMAO #I HAD THIS IDEA IN MIND FOR SO LONG #I already have an idea for the continuation

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H+L moments in 2022

I’ve seen these recaps before so I thought I’d make one with my favorite moments of 2022 since it was such a special year for them (and for us too):

1) I’m gonna start with probably my favorite moment (and this was just the beginning of everything) Louis wears the same blue and green shirt for his shows in Houston and Seattle (aka HS) 28 days apart of each other:

2) Louis pointing nonstop to a Larry sign during his show in Washington (here's the moment in different angles x, x, x):

3) Louis, during his Pittsburgh concert on Valentine's day, wears pants with a butterfly logo on them - a butterfly that was inspired by the movie Papillon, the same movie which inspired Harry’s butterfly tattoo:

4) Louis, on his Reykjavik show, wears a shirt that's written Maison - home in french - on the same day Harry announces his new album, Harry's House:

5) Ok, maybe this is my favorite moment. Harry, during his first concert of 2022, sings You're Still the One while wearing a rainbow jumpsuit (knowing exactly what this song means to us after singing it in 2018 and fonding way too hard while looking up at the VIP box):

6) Harry doodles an "H" and a subtle-ish “L” on his shoes while stunting in Italy:

7) The peace ring makes a comeback in May and then for a few days in September (worth mentioning that the first appearance in September was on the 7th, the exact same day the ring made a comeback in 2021:)

May 19th:

Sep 7th 2021 and Sep 7th 2022:

8) Louis and Harry being in Italy at the same time and Louis pretending he is not aware of it:

9) Harry dresses up as Danny Zuko (making him look a lot like Louis) aka a character from Grease aka one of Louis' favorite movie aka a character Louis played when he was young (a play so important to him that he still has the jacket he wore in it):

10) which leads me to this moment, because while wearing a Danny Zuko costume, Harry sang Hopelessly Devoted to You, a song that speaks for itself but that later on, Louis said was his favorite song from Grease:

11) After years of Harry telling us he's the little spoon, Louis finally confirmed that he is in fact the big spoon:

12) so many songs and lyrics from Harry's House and Faith in the Future (big, big, big, biiiiiig shout out to Keep Driving, Daylight, Written All Over Face and Lucky Again)

#masterpost #2022 #larry 2022 #if anyone wants to add anything else feel free to do it #i feel like these were the major moments

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juliantheupsidedown · 10 months

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petit ange // leclerc family

this is a soft launch before the main part. maybe it will even grow into a series? I fell in love while I was doing it

it can be considered a kind of prologue. directed more to indicate the relationship between siblings leclerc

enjoy it! and be sure to let me know what you think about it

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📍Monte Carlo, Monaco

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aurelie_leclerc les derniers jours de la maison avant le premier grand voyage dans une nouvelle vie (the last days at home before the first big journey into a new life)

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gg_giadagianni tu me manques déjà beaucoup (i miss you so much already)

aurelia_leclerc like your comments ❤️

arthur_leclerc i can't believe that a part of me will be at a distance of 10 thousand kilometres for most months of the year, disgusting! 😮‍💨

aurelie_leclerc no matter what distance separates us, you are always a part of me, and i am you

lorenzotl fier de toi et terriblement manqué (i'm proud of you and i miss you terribly)

leclerc_pascale mon petit ange ❤️

charles_leclerc come home soon

august 1, 2018

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aurelie_leclerc I still can't believe I missed his entire first season in Formula One. je suis si fier de toi, grand frère ❤️ (I'm so very proud of you, big brother)

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charles_leclerc You should definitely visit Austin next year, miette ❤️

aurelie_leclerc Of course I'll be there!

leclercfans We are incredibly looking forward to seeing you in the paddock next year!

december 2, 2018

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aurelie_leclerc I'm not the one crying the night before the first class of the new semester, because my older brother won at Monza 😭❤️

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lerlecrfam She's such a proud sister, I can't now I'm crying again

charleslecfans the fact that Aurelia watches all the races live despite the huge time difference. CAN I HAVE A SISTER LIKE THAT?

september 8, 2019

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lorenzotl SHE DID IT! I can't describe in words how proud I am of her, she proved to everyone - first of all to herself that she is worthy of it! And it was worth the tears we endured, the late-night Facetime calls in which she drops out of university and returns home, the terrible and difficult exams. My heart is overflowing with joy for my princess. I love you incredibly much, Aura. Nous sommes fiers de toi! (We are proud of you)

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leclerc_pascale Papa est très fier de toi, petit ange! (Dad is very proud of you, little angel!)

aurelie_leclerc maman 😭

charlottesiine félicitations, chérie! tu es si bien (congratulations, dear! you're so good)

aurelia_leclerc like your comments ❤️

arthur_leclerc I always knew you wanted to spray everyone with champagne, sis. je t'aime et je suis très fier (i love you and i am very proud)

famleclerc congratulations on completing your studies and returning home! we've missed you

f1lclercgirl Aurelia who sprays champagne like her brothers. I'm pretty sure that all these years she was jealous of them and wanted to repeat this trick 🥂

aurelia_leclerc like your comments ❤️

charles_leclerc I'm so sorry that on one of the most important days in your life we weren't there. But I am incredibly proud of you, knowing how much you had to go through, miette. my heart is overflowing with pride for you. And I can't wait to meet you at home ❤️

justlecgirl I cried for the second time from Charles' comment. can I have such a relationship with my brothers?

june 27, 2022

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aurelie_leclerc Happy birthday to my soul, my mind, my heart, the male version of me. I was lucky to be born with this handsome man on the same day and to be his pillow sister from birth. From the first second of my life, I'm a fan of his. and I'm incredibly proud of everything he does and was able to do! you are my support, my twin brother 🫶🏻

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lerlecrfam Happy birthday to the most wonderful twins!

leclercfans this collection of photos! I'M SO EMOTIONAL. happy birthday

valentinesine joyeux anniversaire, bébé. je t'aime beaucoup (happy birthday, baby. i love you very much)

charles_leclerc happy birthday, miette

f1fanmac are we really going to ignore the fact that Felipe liked the post?

october 14, 2022

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arthur_leclerc I'm so happy because she chose me as her older twin brother. happy birthday 🤍

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famleclerc I feel that Arthur has deprived us of congratulations this year

mclarengim I think this is due to the fact that Aurelia is finally at home and he personally congratulated her, now there are not 10 thousand kilometers between them

leclerc_pascale mes petits anges, joyeux anniversaire (my little angels, happy birthday)

aurelie_leclerc I wish I had a choice. If I could, I would choose Charles as a twin. happy birthday, Arti

arthur_leclerc A dagger right in my heart on MY birthday

aurelie_leclerc *our birthday

felipedrugovich happy birthday 🎂

asstonmmartin omg Felipe appeared HERE TOO?!

october 14, 2022

#au #social media au #charles leclerc #arthur leclerc #lorenzo leclerc #charles leclerc instagram edit #arthur leclerc instagram edit #charles leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc imagine #felipe drugovich #felipe drugovich imagine #leclerc!reader #f1 imagine #f2 imagine

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“Maison”

Siyeon (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

Word Count: 1435

Summary: After a concert in your home country, you are reminded of the sacrifices you were forced to make to become an idol and begin to doubt your decision. All it takes is a warm embrace and a few comforting words from one of the women you love to remind you that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Warnings: angst, brief implications of homophobia, fluff

The plain hotel room that greeted us when we got back from the concert venue was quiet and dark. I left it that way, just taking a seat in the far corner of the room, letting out a sigh when I was finally off my feet. Without a word, Siyeon slipped into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on not long after. For the next fifteen minutes, I stayed there, listening to the muffled sound of running water and allowing my mind to wander.

Touring was one of my favorite things I did as an idol. But it wasn't always as enjoyable as it should've been. The shows were fun, but those long periods in between concerts gave me too much time to think. Too much time to realize that I had less freedom as an idol. It had always been my dream to become a singer, but I never fully considered what I'd have to give up in order to fulfill that dream. Now I often wondered if it was even worth it.

Especially here in my home country where I'm reminded by the fans' unapologetic personalities of what I gave up. Had I stayed here and chosen any other profession, I wouldn't have to hide such a big part of myself. I'd be free to be who I was and live the way I wanted without fear. It was different for the other members because they grew up having to act that way. For me, it was still hard to adjust. And it hurt having to pretend.

My thoughts brought on an unavoidable feeling of stress that made my cheeks burn and I felt the need to get some fresh air. So, I stepped through the sliding glass door to the balcony and leaned over the metal railing, enjoying the feeling of the summer breeze gliding across my face. I was up high enough that the street noise was muffled by the wind. It was peaceful, but it made me feel lonely. As I took in the soft white surface of the moon, I couldn't help but feel trapped by my situation and wonder whether anyone else could possibly understand this feeling.

As if my negative thoughts were loud enough to hear, I felt arms wrap around me from behind only minutes later. At first I was startled by the sudden contact, momentarily forgetting I wasn't alone, but eventually I leaned back into her touch with a heavy sigh, knowing it was Siyeon. She put her head on my shoulder, her nose almost touching my left cheek, and I let my hands rest on top of hers. Being in her arms instantly made me feel better. It felt like her way of reminding me that I really wasn't alone.

"What's on your mind, jagi?" Siyeon whispered softly near my ear. The pet name made my heart flutter but the clear concern in her tone brought the negative emotions back. I hated feeling this way. Not just because it sucked feeling so lost, but because I hated making her feel helpless.

Sighing again, I looked out over the city wishing that everything was different. "I'm just wondering if I made the right choice becoming an idol."

I wanted to pretend that I was here in my hometown with Siyeon—not for a concert, not because we were idols in the same group—but because I invited her here on a trip to do something normal, like meet my family or go visit my favorite places from my childhood. I didn't want to be forced to worry about people taking pictures of us and starting rumors. I didn't want the obligation to act a certain way that comes with being famous. I didn’t want any of it. And I was nearly at my breaking point.

Without replying, Siyeon turned me around in her arms and put her hands on my cheeks. We stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring into each other's eyes and I felt so much love seeing the way she looked at me: Like I was the most important thing in the world. There was no doubt in my mind that she would love and protect me with everything in her for the rest of her life. And it wasn't even a question whether I would do the same.

"I know you wish things were different,” she smiled sadly, “I do too." Her voice was still soft as she rubbed her thumb across my cheek while her eyes took in every inch of my face. I wondered how she always knew exactly what I was thinking. "But look at it this way..." she stopped her gentle strokes against my skin and looked into my eyes. "If you hadn't become an idol," the corner of her lips tilted upwards revealing half of her beautiful smile, "you would've never met us."

Though I still felt the weight of my negative thoughts, her statement managed to make me smile. Through one of the most difficult choices of my life I may have been forced to conceal a part of who I was, but I still ended up finding seven of the most important people in my life. Even if I felt like being an idol had more risks than rewards, those seven girls made it worth it. At least I could be myself around them and they loved the part of me that I wasn't allowed to show anyone else.

"You're right," I whispered and leaned forward so that my forehead was resting against hers and our noses were touching. Even when I felt lost, she kept me grounded. She and the other members... they were where I belonged. Where I felt found. They were home.

"I love you so much, you know that, right?" Siyeon told me, her voice so quiet and fragile. She’d told me she loved me countless times before, but something about this one felt different.

"I know." And I did. I knew she meant it. And I knew what she meant. It was hard to explain, but I felt it too. We loved each other and the other members in a way that couldn't be defined. It wasn’t limited to platonic or romantic. It was more than that. We all loved each other so much that we couldn't bear the thought of living without one another. It felt like we were meant to be together. Like we were destined to meet. Like soulmates. And, as long as it was up to us, we would be together until the day we died.

Sometimes it felt like I didn't have the words to tell them how much they meant to me. And I think that's why Siyeon did what she did after I told her I loved her back... she kissed me. It was gentle and just enough to express how she felt. She’d never kissed me before, but it didn't seem any different than her hugging me or kissing me on the cheek. It was just another way for her to show how much she truly loved me. Bora and Minji did it often with me and a few of the other members who accepted it, but I knew it meant more to Siyeon.

Once it was over, I nestled my head in the crook of her neck with my arms wrapped around her torso. She pulled me close with hers around my shoulders and ran her fingers through my hair. I stayed there, breathing in her fresh scent and feeling completely content.

It didn't matter if the world never knew who I truly was, because they did.

**This imagine was converted over from my Wattpad acc OT5Stan4Life**

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Madame X Madame Pierre Gautreau [Virginie Amélie Avegnol), 1883-84

Oil on canvas

The Louisiana-born wife of a French banker, Amélie Gautreau was admired in Parisian social circles for her arresting appearance, which she enhanced with striking gowns and a rigorous cosmetic regimen. The designer of this splendid satin and velvet dress has not been firmly established, although Mme Gautreau often patronized Maison Félix. One of the most prestigious Parisian rivals to Worth, Félix was admired for slim-fitting gowns and favored by celebrities like Sarah Bernhardt. But what worked for an actress brought Amélie Gautreau's downfall.

Sargent convinced her to pose for a portrait, saying he would make it be "an homage to her beauty." She had been compared to a classical statue, and together, Sargent and his sitter confected a portrait that showed off her figure in a pose reminiscent of ancient sculpture. She called it a masterpiece. But when it was displayed at the Paris Salon in 1884, in its original state with one diamond strap falling from her shoulder, the painting was ridiculed, described as indecent and a sensational, vulgar attempt to garner attention.

A fashion faux pas became a potent symbol of upstart Americans who threatened to topple long-standing national hierarchies of fashion, society, and identity.

#my photo #mine #john singer sargent #museum of fine arts #boston #fashion by sargent

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lilyabsinthe · 2 years

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More Late 1890s Evening Dress Style From Maison Worth

Today we take a look at a circa 1897 evening gown from Maison Worth by way of the Olive Matthews Collection at the Chertsey Museum! Worth, Evening Dress, 1897; The Olive Matthews Collection, Chertsey Museum (M.2017.013a–c)(Image 1897 Unfortunately, there’s not a lot of information online about the dress but style-wise, it’s consistent with what the Maison was producing during the late 1890s and…

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#1890s #Adam Lid #Atelier Lily Absinthe #Costume History #Dress Designs #Evening Dress #Evening Gown #Fashion History #Hollywood Victorian #Karin K. McKechnie-Lid #Lily Absinthe Gowns and Corsetry #Maison Worth #The Victorian Designer #Victorian #Victorian Dress #Victorian Fashionista

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AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my bf (ew not in that way) Alan, eyedoktor666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Thomas ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! Camille Saint-Saëns ROX!

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Hi my name is Edith Melisandre Aurelia Cushing and I have long sunshine- golden hair (that’s how I got my name) that reaches my mid-back and warm brown eyes like a butterfly’s wing and a lot of people tell me I look like Mary Shelley (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Lillie Langtry but I wish I was because she’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a writer, and I’m going to a mansion in England where I’m to be the lady of the house (I just got married). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Maison Worth and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a travelling ensemble of a pale lilac coat with a garland of velvet violets around it and a matching hat, over a long yellow silk dress and button boots. I was wearing no makeup. I was walking outside in Buffalo. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. Mrs McMichaels and Eunice stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

#You can all blame @marzipanandminutiae for this #Aurelia really means golden by the way #the things you learn researching for utterly cursed jokes

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mieczyhale · 2 months

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finally finished the reorganizing! the sticky notes aren't staying up, i just used them to help me keep track of the piles and then keep track of what went where. it was certainly A Time and i'm glad it's done

#531 books total #there's two more that should be here today i think #i do buy the physical copies of the audiobooks i listen to #we had one full bookcase worth of books when we moved in together 9 years ago #maison speaks

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omgthatdress · 1 year

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