Rakes and Hoes

Is there some sort of eyepatch fetish out there that I’m unaware of?

I think they were going for the Superman-cape-blowing-in-the-wind look, but it really just looks like he’s caught in a door and mildly perturbed and confused about it.

“Confound it, where has my valet gone to?  Billingsley knows I don’t open doors for myself”

I have no idea why the birds from Song of the South are attacking this couple but they’re blocking my view of gorgeous clothes that need to be in my closet right now.

“His love was forbidden, his heart was a mystery, his kiss was honey-sweet rapture!”

His aging 1970s porn star looks just took her breath away.  

Joking aside, getting into historical dress by yourself is a bitch, and this contortion is 100% accurate.

If you can successfully dress yourself in a back lacing corset you have all of my admiration.

Elizabeth loped through the tall grass and knelt at the water’s edge, tenderly stroking a primrose as she gazed out over the misty ocean.  A single tear ran down her cheek. Charles watched over her from afar, ensuring that she did not attempt to swim.  There was no knowing what she might do before the effects of marijuana wore off.

Also known as “Mrs. Wrong and the Hideous, Blinding, Poorly Fitted, Far-Too-Long-For-Practical-Things-Like-Walking Gown”.

I’ve been a bad girl.

Spending all of your hard-earned money at Fredrick’s of Hollywood.

Spank me until this cheap plastic boning snaps and impales me, you dirty, dirty boy.

*growl*

Couldn’t find a decent Regency photo.  The bridal catalog is good enough, right?