KCI:
c. 1760-England
Material: Yellow silk taffeta (lustring), matching trim; double-flounced pagoda sleeves; matching petticoat.
A typical 18th century women’s dress, “robe à la française”. The color has a golden shine, resonating with the glossy brilliance of the crisp silk.
In early Christian culture, yellow was seen as the color of heretics, and held in contempt until medieval times. In China, yellow was the color of the Emperor, a color so noble that commoners were forbidden its use. The 18th century vogue for “chinoiserie” amongst Europeans resulted in new interest in yellow, leading it to become a fashionable color.
As shown on this dress, a fichu (triangular shawl) was draped over the shoulders, loosely covering the open area, and was inserted under the stomacher. This style is similar to the fashion that appears in the painting, “Madame d’Epinay”, by Jean-Etienne Liotard ([1702–1789]1769, Musees d’art et d’histoire de Geneve).
c. 1902 The Met says: Jacques Doucet (French, Paris 1853–1929 Paris)
Evening gown worn by Alexandra Feodorovna,
c. 1900
YELLOW SILK PROMENADE DRESS & HAT, c. 1900
2-piece dress & hat: yellow figured silk bodice, cream lace yoke & high neck, black lace applied bands, white chiffon w/ black velvet ribbon shoulder scarf, yellow silk faille skirt w/ black velvet ribbon trim, black straw hat w/ cloth flowers & silkribbon, B 32”, W 23”, Skirt L 42”-47”, (light stains on skirt, waistband unstitched at CB) very good.
Look at how extraordinarily bright this ball gown is!!!
In the psychology of colour yellow means: {you} shines with optimism, enlightenment, and happiness. Shades of golden yellow carry the promise of a positive future. Yellow will advance from surrounding colors and instill optimism and energy, as well as spark creative thoughts.
ca. 1887 designed by Charles Fredrick Worth
Callot Soeurs, Paris, 1907-1910
One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will. ~Rachel Carson