Heptagonal Bag
French, about 1800
MFA
I’d like about twelve of these please.
Corset and panniers, 18th century.
From the Louisiana Art & Science Museum.
This should actually read:
Stays and panniers/hoops
The Duchess, 21st century
From whoever Michael O’Connor used to make these.
Lovely though. The shape is beautiful!
c. 1790
I’m thinking this is part of a Regional costume. I took notes on what Jenny Tiramani and Luca Costigliolo were saying about a pair similar to this. The over skirt would go over the hip pads and either the front or the back would be pulled over the top of the skirt. I just can’t find my notebook from that session.
(Source: objektkatalog.gnm.de)
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“Perhaps your name is Rumpelstiltskin?”
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“When she is fifteen years old, the Princess shall prick herself with a spindle and shall fall down dead!”
“The snow-flakes grew larger and larger, till at last they looked just like great white fowls. Suddenly they flew on one side; the large sledge stopped, and the person who drove rose up. It was a lady; her cloak and cap were of snow. She was tall and of slender figure, and of a dazzling whiteness. It was the Snow Queen. … The Snow Queen kissed Kay once more … “Now you will have no more kisses,” said she, “or else I should kiss you to death!”“
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“You are very ungrateful,” said the Beast to him, in a terrible voice; “I have saved your life by receiving you into my castle, and, in return, you steal my roses, which I value beyond any thing in the universe, but you shall die for it; I give you but a quarter of an hour to prepare yourself, and say your prayers.”
The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he’s as cunning as he is ferocious; once he’s had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.”
— Angela Carter
I pictured to myself the Queen of Hearts as a sort of embodiment of ungovernable passion - a blind and aimless Fury.The Red Queen I pictured as a Fury, but of another type; her passion must be cold and calm - she must be formal and strict, yet not unkindly; pedantic to the 10th degree, the concentrated essence of all governesses![1]
—Lewis Carroll, in “Alice on the Stage”
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