#remembrance of things past
Mesdames Hilda Moody, Madge Critchton & Delia Mason
“So Peaceful! So Restful! So Dull!”
(What a nice sentiment…?)
Wish I could read everything this card says so I could put it here for you too but… I just can’t!
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1901, Mme Rosa Bruck from the Théâtre du Vaudeville wearing a dress by Doucet made of pink satin, tulle, velvet, gold sequins and flower garlands, Les Modes Paris
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Evelyn Nesbit (Black-and-white to Color comparison)
Color by @the-modern-edwardian – also see at https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=10161719758485293&id=180188100292
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Evelyn Nesbit
black and white recolored by @the-modern-edwardian
(I loved the torn look of this so I only restored in minimally~)
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One of the most beautiful women of her time, and my forever favorite: Evelyn Nesbit.
(This image has nothing to do with the “Scarlet Ladies” collection, though Ms. Nesbit was quite the firecracker in her own ways)
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SCARLET LADIES
I’ll be posting a small photo series of Edwardian-era madams and courtesans who made their mark, whether it be good or bad, in the Golden Era. Enjoy!
Life Magazine - Circa 1915
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SCARLET LADIES
I’ll be posting a small photo series of Edwardian-era madams and courtesans who made their mark, whether it be good or bad, in the Golden Era. Enjoy!
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SCARLET LADIES
I’ll be posting a small photo series of Edwardian-era madams and courtesans who made their mark, whether it be good or bad, in the Golden Era. Enjoy!
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Helen Levitt, New York City, 1971 - 1981
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From Marcel Proust’s “Remembrance of Things Past” -
“A pair of wings, a different respiratory system, which enabled us to travel through space, would in no way help us, for if we visited Mars or Venus, keeping the same senses, they would clothe everything we could see with the same aspect as the things of the Earth. The only true voyage, the only bath in the Fountain of Youth, would be not to visit strange lands but to possess new eyes, to see the universe through the eyes of another, of a hundred others, to see the hundred universes that each of them sees, that each of them is; and this we do, with great artists; with artists like these we do really fly from star to star.”
[From the Deep Massage Society]
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“I forgot about that! How did you remember?”
“I didn’t remember. I think about you all the time.”
