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fashionsfromhistory · 9 months
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Evening Dress
Jeanne Hallée
1901-1905
The MET (Accession Number: C.I.50.40.4a, b)
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digitalfashionmuseum · 2 months
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Gold lamé evening dress with jacket, 1955, American.
By Don Loper.
Worn by Frances Abrams McCall at her second wedding.
Chicago Historical Society
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taikanyohou · 8 months
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HIGUCHI KOUHEI x MASHIKO ATSUKI. Behind The Scenes.
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moonfirebrides · 2 years
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IG: @thelexash
Muse: @lauraajayii
Makeup: @ameriecode
Hair: @hairbykhaffy
Styling: @uduak_
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spideypoolsupremacy · 2 years
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resplendentoutfit · 26 days
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Firmin Baes (Belgian, 1874-1943) • Portrait de Madame Timmers-Verhoeven • 1936
Here are a few actual vintage gold dresses from the 1920s and 30s. The smaller images below contain descriptive details in the alt text.
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Probably American • c. 1925 • Ivory silk, metallic gold damask, in a pattern of birds, gazelles, and turrets on a follate ground, silk floss embroidery.
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tassodelmiele · 6 days
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Please don't look too much at the hands, i was in a hurry to draw my princess in gold and lovely smile and i forget how fingers work.
I swear to god, one day i'll give her a proper portait, with details and everything.
I like her so much T_T
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barrowsteeth · 11 months
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Gillian Jacobs as Mary Jayne Gold Costume Design by Justine Seymour
Transatlantic (2023) 1.02 | The Angel of History
GIF ID: A series of six GIFs of Mary Jayne in the office of her bank. MJ is wearing a grey and black striped ensemble and a black and pink hat, both with pink lip embellishments. MJ is seated in an armchair in the first five gifs and is speaking with the bank manager (who is offscreen). The final gif shows a wide shot of MJ signing a receipt at the bank manager's desk after he has given her an envelope of cash, then exiting the office.
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shewhoworshipscarlin · 11 months
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Gold lame evening gown, 1930s.
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nostalgia-tblr · 5 months
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u know, once someone has pointed out the orientalism in most of fandom's depictions of jotun!loki you can never unsee it.
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Evening Dress
c.1905
Austria
The MET (Accession Number: C.I.42.86.3)
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queen-scribbles · 2 months
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7. dancing with their hands holding onto each other [Indira/Vector]
Parties like this were dreadfully boring, salvaged only from complete indignity by the company she was allowed to keep.
"Agent, you don't look like you're enjoying yourself," Vector commented as he joined her, the words a gentle tease and warning to watch her expression all in one. He let his hand rest on her hip, close enough it would look like a lovers' tryst rather than anything else. In a way, perhaps, it was.
"This is not my... preferred environment," Indira said, taking a sip of her drink. "Though it does appear to be yours," she added dryly, studying his posture, his expression. The life dancing in his black eyes.
"We are a diplomat," he said with a small shrug. "Events like this are how we meet people, learn of their cultures, forge connections." He glanced at her. "We have met many fascinating individuals, from equally fascinating worlds, and events of this kind are a less formal occasion to mingle."
She canted her head in concession of that point. The atmosphere was indeed more conducive to casual conversation than she imagined, say, a treaty negotiation would be. It was still a more... lax surrounding than she was comfortable in. "I can tell what all of them want just from looking." Indira took another sip of her drink and set the crystalline flute on a small table. "There's no challenge to reading them."
A smile played at Vector's lips. "If no challenge, perhaps a diversion is better?" He slid his hand from her waist and offered it to her instead. "Would you do us the honor of a dance?"
Indira couldn't resist the answering smile that curved across her face. "But of course, Master Hyllus," she said, spine straightening as she rested her hand in his. "I suppose it shouldn't surprise me that you know how to dance."
"We are, perhaps, a bit rusty," Vector allowed as they headed for the dance floor. "Killik celebrations do not include many of the... aspects found in Imperial gatherings. But we will do our best."
"Which I'm sure will be just fine," Indira said, squeezing his hand as they slipped in with the other couples already dancing, her other hand on his shoulder and his on the curve of her hip. A light breeze wafted through and she gave a slight shiver as it made the loose ends of her hair tickle her bare back.
Vector nodded a greeting to one of the other couples and a smile tugged her lips again. He was so at ease here. Despite the looks his appearance--and company--drew, he was unruffled. It was a good look for him.
"What would you say is your favorite thing about parties like this?" she asked, mentally biting her lip in concentration on the dance steps. "Since you so clearly enjoy them."
"The people," Vector answered without hesitation.
"You enjoy forging connection."
"Yes." He tilted his head, studying her. For his claim of being rusty, he seemed to have no trouble remembering the steps, even with his attention divided. "It is part of what makes the Nest feel like home. We are connected in a way beyond anything we dreamed of as a diplomat."
"But you lost some as well," Indira said, recalling the message from his almost-fiancée, the people from his previous life who disapproved of his... change.
"And gained new ones that more than compensate," he said smoothly, drawing their joined hands in to kiss the heel of hers.
Indira arched a brow, but the comm in her ear crackled before she could return the flirtation.
"You have your opening, agent."
Vector had picked up the minute tensing of her posture, even as they continued to dance. "To work?"
She gave a single nod. "I wish it had better timing, but duty does call."
He nodded in return. "We will do our part and meet you on the ship, agent." His grip lingered when she started to step away. "Indira? Be careful."
She smile and kissed his cheek. "Of course."
Subtly as they could, they disengaged from the dance and set about their true tasks for the night.
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True to his word, Vector was waiting on the ship. Still in his dark blue formalwear, though the collar was loosened, the gloves discarded.
He smiled when he saw her. "Safe and sound."
Indira smiled in return, running her fingers through the loosened portion of her hair. "I do pride myself on being good at my job." She quirked a brow when he offered her his hand. "What are you doing?"
"The others will not be back for some time. We thought we could finish our dance."
"It does seem only fair," she said lightly. She stepped out of her shoes, grey skirt swirling around her ankles as she nudged them aside. "This will be more comfortable."
"We will try not to step on your toes," Vector murmured, drawing her close enough to rest both hands at the small of her back, teasing the deep diamond cutout of the dress.
Indira's smile widened and she clasped her hands behind his neck in response. "I trust you," she whispered, and enjoyed the warmth that flickered in the comforting depths of his black eyes. She only realized as they swayed to non-existent music how much she meant it.
As parties went, just the two of them was much more to her liking.
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bronzefuryfic · 7 days
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Made my babygirl Rhae
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edited the coloring a bit, gave Rhae her scar and added a dragon!
Goddess Freya Dress Up
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prettiesforyou · 21 days
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chicinsilk · 5 months
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US Vogue November 1, 1972
Eva Malmström wears an angora cardigan and yellow sweater dress over a matching top and crepe-satin skirt; sweaters in angora, lambswool, nylon. Onondaga fabric in acetate and rayon. By Morty Sussman for Mollie Parnis. Gold tights (Saks Fifth Avenue), silver sandals (Customcraft by Rossi). Elizabeth Arden's Ginger Jam Nail.
Eva Malmström porte un cardigan en angora et une robe-pull jaune sur un haut assorti et une jupe en crêpe-satin ; pulls en angora, laine d'agneau, nylon. Tissu Onondaga en acétate et rayonne. Par Morty Sussman pour Mollie Parnis. Collants dorés (Saks Fifth Avenue), sandales argentées (Customcraft by Rossi). Le vernis à ongles Ginger Jam d'Elizabeth Arden brille également sur les ongles.
Photo Kourken Pakchanian vogue archive
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daisda · 6 months
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Daisda Gold Spaghetti Straps Sleeveless Split Party Prom Dress
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