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resplendentoutfit · 2 months
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A Night at the Opera, Part III
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Mary Stevenson Cassat (American, 1824-1936 ) • At the Opera • 1878 • Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
Opera in the Victorian era was as much for the performance, as it was for the social display of socialites and their fine attire. The latter perhaps having been more important. To see and be seen was so much a part of the opera experience, that with the advent of electric lights and the ability to dim the hall during performances, was met with complaints that patrons weren't able to view their surroundings.
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Opera glasses were an integral part of the opera experience. All the better for views of the latest styles and courtship couplings. Opera glasses were being manufactured in beautiful, ornate styles to appeal to fashionable Victorians.
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Opera glasses, 19th century. Museum no. S.320-1981. © Victoria and Albert Museum, London
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Gentlemen wore top hats and tails to the opera. Just as important as clothing were the rules men had to follow when escorting a lady. For example, during intermission, when many opera-goers left their seats to promenade in the halls, a gentleman was obligated to ask if his lady companion was interested in doing so. If she declined, it was considred unmannerly to leave her seated alone at a performance.
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Sources:
Victoria and Albert Museum
Victorian Etiquette - Etiquette at the Theatre, Opera and Concerts
Recollections
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fashionbooksmilano · 10 months
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Fashion-à la Mode
The Pop-Up History of Costumes and Dresses
Isabelle de Borchgrave
Universe, New York 2001, 14 pages, 7 Pop-Up, 20x31 cm, ISBN 978-0789305077
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Fashion-à la Mode is a sumptuous jewel of costume and fashion history seen through a dazzling parade of dolls that pop up on the page, accompanied by extraordinary interactive apparel, such as removeable fans, parasols, and shoes. The costumes in the book are created by Isabelle de Borchgrave and are based on her one-of-a-kind, hand-painted paper dresses.
With short texts and numerous costumed figures that pop up in three dimensions, the book is organized chronologically into themes: Egypt and the beginning of costume, the Elizabethan period, 18th-century France, the Victorian Opera, the kimono, Chanel and the liberation of women's clothing, and fashion as art (Fortuny and Miyake).
The text is written by Dorothy Twining Globus, Director of the Museum at the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York. Also included are enthusiastic essays by such notable fashion authorities as Hubert de Givenchy, Karl Lagerfeld, Myra Walker, and Sue North.
22/07/23
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arcimboldisworld · 8 months
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Sweeny Todd - Sydney Opera House 24.08.2023
Sweeny Todd - Sydney Opera House 24.08.2023 #musical #australien #stephensondheim #sydneyoperahouse #rezension #sweenytodd #benmingay #stuartmaunder
Etwas verstaubt kommt sie schon daher, die Produktion von “Sweeny Todd” am Sydney Opera House – es ist eine gemeinsame Produktion der “Victorian Opera” und der “New Zealand Opera”, die hier für mehrere Wochen zu Gast ist. Der Besuch hat sich dennoch gelohnt, denn dieses grossartige Stück ist immer sehenswert und lohnt alleine wegen der wunderbaren Musik STEPHEN SONDHEIMS… Continue reading…
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thrashntreasure · 8 months
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Ep37 A Cathy Freeman Musical, Please? w/ Amy Lehpamer! (AUS)
Tommy can we see ye? Nope! C-o-v-i-d strikes again! But not all is lost, this week, the boys are joined by the stunning Amy Lehpamer, star of Victorian Opera's upcoming (at some point) production of The Who's Tommy! Together, they'll review Iron Maiden's seminal seventh album, 'Seventh Son of a Seventh Son' before Amy bowls us over with her experience in Shane Warne the Musical! www.twitter.com/amylehpamer -- www.instagram.com/amylehpamer
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unamazing-sheep21 · 6 months
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The many uses of a Byronic Hero
chair ( Jane & Edward - Jane Eyre)
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Pillow ( Christine & Erik - Phantom of the Opera)
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Car ( Catherine & Heathcliff - Wuthering Heights)
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Water dispenser ( Edith & Thomas - Crimson Peak)
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lionofchaeronea · 6 months
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In the Front Row at the Opera (aka The Overture), William Holyoake, ca. 1880
Happy World Opera Day!
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littlelovebiglies · 2 months
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𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒)
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daremna · 1 year
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Mareux - Night Vision
"I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow." -Hélène Cixous
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"This love vanquished me. I burn." -Patricia Terry
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thedrawingduke · 28 days
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This has been the proverbial thorn in my side for the past several weeks. >:((
I decided to take the plunge and make the page I’ve been thinking about for well over a year or two now…but oh man, would that I had the capacity to learn 3D modeling…because that would’ve saved me grey hairs. Anyways…You can see the spread in 2 pages here:
The Daroga’s Flat, everybody!
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mcversipellis · 1 year
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Phantom of the Opera
Gaston Leroux
“Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead."
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phoenixcatch7 · 8 months
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Open up
Based on this wonderful art of @puppetmaster13u for the dollhouse au!
It had been a long day, and was destined to be even longer.
The original plan had been bad enough; the league had a media conference planned for three o'clock, one that involved foreign presence and thus required pristine presentation.
Then, as all perfectly good plans that could have been left alone by the universe did, it was derailed by a villain attack or several. He said several because it seemed almost a dozen separate villains had individually had the bright idea of sabotaging the well publicised event. Though they'd failed, the accidental collaboration had done what each alone could not, and now the league was dragging themselves to base to hurriedly patch up the thankfully minor wounds and try and rush to meet the deadline.
Each league member on the list had a formal version of their usual super suit - flash's main change had been a bowtie before it met almost unanimous disapproval, and on the other end of the effort spectrum was Bruce. Not of his own will - he quite envied Flash's staunch faith in the single black bowtie - but he not only had been raised for the fast and critical world of the upper class, but was currently in a metal plated marionette held together by glue and screws and wires, which meant changing attire was more of a debacle than it would ordinarily be.
He flipped open the toolkit with the best approximation of a sigh the doll body could manage. The chest inflated and deflated, which was in fact a rather worrying sign because it wasn't supposed to be able to do that. He grabbed a screwdriver and a pit of tar glue and approached the mirror. He'd just have to go into the globally broadcast meeting stinking of sulphur... Perhaps he could borrow perfume from one of the girls, cologne combined dreadfully.
The chest cavity opened with little tugging, and he held one side in place as he attacked the bent hinges. An odd feeling, for sure. He took a hammer to the dent, imagining it was the penguin's face and praying Clark didn't decide now was the time to approach him on his self soothing metalworking hobby. He'd been entrusted with the override code for the door and Bruce was now quietly regretting that.
The chest cavity doors creaked back into place, which enabled him to finally pull out the costume change for the evening and dump it on the side.
Now for the leg, having been crushed under a tank penguin had smuggled into Gotham. It now bent the wrong way, and hiding it under his cloak had been a pain, but at least it hadn't come off -
There it went. Batman watched, almost despondent, as it toppled free of his body and crashed to the ground. The unhappy static that raced up his spine at the sight was expected - he'd be paying for the lack of care for the Patriarch Doll in nightmares tonight.
Joy.
He tipped into the nearby stool and kicked the lost limb closer with his remaining foot, squinting. Just a cracked screw and torn spring at the knee, thank goodness. He'd have it fully attached again within the hour.
But he was pretty sure he couldn't bend that far over without his jaw falling off, so face it was.
Hood off, wires unlaced under the chin, hidden screws loosened. The gas mask came off. The velcro on top of his head took good old fashioned yanking, but eventually peeled off with reluctant crackling, revealing the unpainted grey metal beneath.
As expected, his jaw was almost entirely loose, unable to close now without the structure of the mask. The nutcracker mouth in the lower jaw fell to tap against his throat, leaving either side of the actual lower jaw to hang in the air. Experimentally, he opened and closed his mouth, and watched all three parts swing and clink like a robot body horror wind-chime.
This was going to need a finer touch, and so he stripped off his gloves to access the sharp points of his talons - capped while with the league to keep the prick of steel rending claws to a mere suggestion.
He felt bared, now, all his top layer removed and abandoned, the door to his room at his back. He feels the paranoia to double check the lock, reassures himself that even if he'd somehow forgotten in his haste to hide away none of the members were mad enough to try and get in. Outside Superman, of course, but he always knocked.
Still, he hurried through repairs, running diagnostics in the back of his mind as he daubed glue into the cracks and set about restructuring his own jaw. Ears swivelled. Neck rolled. Glider snaps curled.
The jaw pieces were setting nicely when there was a noise at the door, and batman whipped around, cloak flaring behind him. The pliers dropped from suddenly weak fingers.
Captain marvel stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in the room, face pale as he saw Batman propped up in middle, bare of his many obfuscating layers. Black tar speckled his lap, wires hung free like veins, blank eyes glowed, his jaw gaping, skinless. Glinting claws and spikes in full view, a limb discarded on the floor like garbage. His chest a dark hole, void of organs, of machinery, of anything that could make him run. A decades old terror gripped his heart.
HE SAW!
Both froze. Time stretched interminably.
The captains chest heaved for a scream, and batman was moving before he knew it, grabbing his fallen leg and lunging.
Captain marvel fell with a crack. Batman caught himself on the door. Five seconds before short term memory entered long term, had he reacted in time?
Hm.
He considered the body of the champion of magic laid in front of him, idly rebalancing the eternal tally graph of potential energies the dolls might run on in the back of his head and as always coming up none the wiser. This was a very inconvenient place for a body. Perhaps he could nudge marvel into the hallway to wake up. He glanced up and down the empty corridor, staying out of view of the camera.
Maybe he had overreacted slightly.
Bonus:
Billy and Green Lantern sat in the monitor room, ostensibly on duty but really checking out the watchtower camera feeds of the day before. Lantern was pointing at the screen.
"Here," he said, with a glee Billy didn't honestly appreciate. "Look at that. You go down like a sack of bricks and then -" he clicked forward two frames, "- this silver hand thing appears on the door frame. Look at that, that's a proper horror movie hand curl. The claws! Just missing the glint of a blood covered axe appearing from the shadows."
Billy shuddered, but couldn't help moving closer.
"What do you think it was? Can't have been batman, right?"
"You were there, you tell me." Lantern patted him on the shoulder before he could retort. "I mean, doesn't look much like him. Doesn't really have claws and his are black anyway. Pretty sure his gloves are sewn into his skin at this point."
"I didn't need that mental image," Billy said, because he really didn't.
"Could be another Robin variant? Like that black bat thing?"
"Dunno. I mean, unlikely. Maybe it was batman. Maybe he can shapeshift a little."
"We've had that on the list of possible powers for ages, still nothing firm one way or the other."
"It probably is batman -"
"But the claws -"
They trailed off.
"We'll just add it to the list. I'll save the file, hang on. We can talk about it at the do next week - you're coming right?"
"Yeah, but I've got, uh... A diplomacy thing with the yetis at nine, so I'll have to bail then."
"You always have the weirdest personal missions. Hey, maybe you can ask them about batman, pffft. Maybe he's one of them."
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red-batty · 10 months
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ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇ...
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No one asked, but uh. Phantom of the Opera oc. A curious patron at the grand reopening of Palais de L'Opera after the mysterious disaster regarding the Opera Ghost, delves down into the lowest basements of the opera house to investigate, carrying a death's head lantern to scare away any ghosts, wearing a wide brim hat to guard against his magic lasso.
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dixiaaa · 1 month
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„Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before Let your soul take you where you long to be…”
Time to share with you photos from our little photo session with my Christine’s wedding dress. ♥️ Are you ready? Because there will be a lot of them. 🥰 First time with my veil. 👰🏼‍♀️
A beautiful photo was taken by mine Phantom @themrurk ♥️
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phantomonabudget · 4 months
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Phantom on a Budget at MegaConLIVE, London 🇬🇧 2024
Red Death Cosplay: @journeytothelair (IG)
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zestinator5000 · 5 months
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Mostly clothes studies, then I got silly
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iridescent-serpent · 1 year
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@llamagoddessofficial was looking at other peoples interpretations of evil mc and that spurred me into actually making a face.
I forget what sort of stories had this, but I distinctly remember there being a few stories online about women with skeleton hands (the reasons why varied but I distinctly remembered that it existed) so I decided to go that route rather than outright scars (also obv magic skeleton stuff to make it emotive bc otherwise it’d be a hard cold skull which while cool is hard to convey via doodles)
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