Elizabeth Bennet´s costumes.
”These corsets were fine. For me what was really important was that you got a sense that these girls could really run around in a field, walk for miles, do anything they wanted in their clothes. We were looking for a kind of freedom with these costumes, we wanted to be able to really move, to really live in them .The corsets in Pride & Prejudice only came down so far, whereas the corsets for something like Pirates of the Caribbean are right the way down which means your stomach is pulled in and you really can’t breathe, you can´t move and all the rest of it. With these it was like not wearing a corset at all. It was fantastic. So a very easy corset experience for me”. (Keira Knightley)
Making Decisions: Fan Art!! The Final Round
So we got some rad (and terrible) entries for our oh-so-amusing fan art contest. All of it fed our alarmingly engorged egos, so thank you. But since we spent our weekends getting fucking drunk and taking deep, dark looks into our souls, we’re kinda spent. Therefore, y’all get to pick the winner.
Take a look at the three finalists and weigh in below. Polls remain open through Thursday night. Remember: Winner gets a book emblazoned with fan art depicting him/her/it.
When Hollywood Invades the Hood
It starts quietly — with the ominous fluttering of paper. A smattering of notices taped to doors and lightposts proclaiming, “Hollywood is coming to town, and we have chosen, your — yes your — ‘hood to be the scene of the scene.”
Rapidly, the momentum builds — traffic cones appear on sidewalks, lighting rigs clutter the areas in front of stoops, crew men amble down the street as if they owned the very concrete under their boots, and, finally, that monstrosity of monstrosities — the craft services trailer — rolls into town. Yes. The invasion is complete, and with it comes one of the most unlikely of alliances: hipsters and old people.
You see, at any other point in the year, the hipsters and the neighborhood old folks (read: the people the hipsters are rapidly replacing) are at constant war. Old folks hate hipsters for their Bacchanalian ways, and hipsters hate old folks because, well, old folks yell at them. However, when Hollywood enters the equation the two factions call a cease fire and join together in harmonious union against their Tinsel Town tormenters.
Hipsters loudly curse and shoot nasty glances at dastardly location scouts when they choose to shut down the h-kids’ coffee shop for the day to shoot The Good Wife (“Where the fuck am I supposed to design this website for that sketchy bed bug removal service? I’m a freelancer, man. This is my fucking office! Do I go into your Hollywood coke den and set up my laptop among the white lines? Actually… can you give me the addy for said den?”). Old people, for their part, call the cops when late-night (read: 7 p.m.) shoots of Bored to Death rouse them from their near-death slumber.
The two factions saunter down the sidewalk, side-by-side, telling frantic crew members to “Fuck off!” when asked to cross to the other side of the street because “they’re in the shot.” “Well, you’re in my hood!” they cry in unison, and then turn toward each other, offer up sheepish, triumphant smiles and say, “Fucking Hollywood. They think they can come in here and run roughshod over our town!” And in that one, glorious moment — they believe it. This is their town. United under God (or some other higher being — give it up for my agnostics!).
You know, until shooting wraps and the craft services truck trundles out and hipsters go back to being the most annoying folks on the block. But for now, they’re like P, B, and J, man. P, B and a carefully rolled J.
Victorian lady in underwears. I took some serious liberties with this one. Er.
Found via historicalfashion. (Click to see original garment)
BriWi honors Kathie Lee and Hoda’s workout hour… by eating donuts. WATCH
Brian Williams, showing ‘em how its done.
I think it’s quite apparent I’ve given up on this tumblrblog.
German Spas: Where Nature Cures.