” … Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness? “
Lost my source (sorry!) 1862 Costume Ball. Photographer: Joseph Albert (Don’t know who originally found the source but cheers!)
2. Portrait of two ladies at Märchenball von “Jung-München” (one of the three great art societies in Munich) in costume. Photographed by Franz Hanfstaengl. c. 1862
3. Portrait of participant of the Märchenball von “Jung-München” (one of the three great art societies in Munich) in costume. Photographed by Franz Hanfstaengl. c. 1862
4. Anna Pavlova Dressed in costume for The fairy doll - photograph by Matzene Studio - c. possibly 1916
Brian Kesinger shared this amazing photo on Facebook of Victorian (ninja pirates) ladies hitting the gym in 1899! The lady on the far right closest to the camera has a beautiful head of hair (and ridiculously small wrists)!
Metropolitan Museum of Art
This dress is in keeping with the interest in historical revivals popular in the 19th century. The long puffed sleeves refer to both Elizabethan and early 19th-century styles. The one-piece construction indicates it was probably intended for formal reception at home.
Costume porté par Sarah Bernhardt, rôle de La Reine dans « Ruy Blas », 1872 Photo CNCS / Pascal François
Costume porté par Régine Crespin dans le « Chevalier à la rose », opéra de Strauss Costumes de Clayette, costume personnel de l’artiste. Collection CNCS / Fonds Régine Crespin Photo CNCS / Pascal François
Suddenly there appeared, close by Rudy’s side, a young maiden; he had not noticed her till she came quite near to him. She was also going to ascend the mountain. The maiden’s eyes shone with an unearthly power, which obliged you to look into them; they were strange eyes,—clear, deep, and unfathomable.
“Hast thou a lover?” asked Rudy; all his thoughts were naturally on love just then.
“I have none,” answered the maiden, with a laugh; it was as if she had not spoken the truth.
“Do not let us go such a long way round,” said she. “We must keep to the left; it is much shorter.”
“Ah, yes,” he replied; “and fall into some crevasse. Do you pretend to be a guide, and not know the road better than that?”
“I know every step of the way,” said she; “and my thoughts are collected, while yours are down in the valley yonder. We should think of the Ice Maiden while we are up here; men say she is not kind to their race.”
“I fear her not,” said Rudy. “She could not keep me when I was a child; I will not give myself up to her now I am a man.”
Darkness came on, the rain fell, and then it began to snow, and the whiteness dazzled the eyes.
“Give me your hand,” said the maiden; “I will help you to mount.” And he felt the touch of her icy fingers.
“You help me,” cried Rudy; “I do not yet require a woman to help me to climb.” And he stepped quickly forwards away from her.
The drifting snow-shower fell like a veil between them, the wind whistled, and behind him he could hear the maiden laughing and singing, and the sound was most strange to hear.
“It certainly must be a spectre or a servant of the Ice Maiden,” thought Rudy, who had heard such things talked about when he was a little boy, and had stayed all night on the mountain with the guides.
Then the princess ran to the door and opened it, and there she saw the frog, whom she had quite forgotten. At this sight she was sadly frightened, and shutting the door as fast as she could came back to her seat.
The king, her father, seeing that something had frightened her, asked her what was the matter.
‘There is a nasty frog,’ said she, ‘at the door, that lifted my ball for me out of the spring this morning. I told him that he should live with me here, thinking that he could never get out of the spring; but there he is at the door, and he wants to come in.’
He stood up and then sat down again, and the tears rained down his cheeks. I felt an infinite pity for him, and opened my arms unthinkingly. With a sob he laid his head on my shoulder, and cried like a wearied child, whilst he shook with emotion.