I was just talking about that portrait gallery Olan Mills last week! How inconveniencing do you think it’d be to bring like, fifty yards of shiny fabric and staple it to an oversized columnar backdrop? And a crown? I have the small dog thing taken care off, but I will need to borrow someone’s Belle dress and two ridiculously-dressed children. I’ll get to the mustached man when I can, but three outta four ain’t bad.
There’s a lot out there about dressing in one’s Sunday finest, but can we bring back Monday finest? Something that includes voluminous updos. And ruffles. Lots and lots of ruffles.
Queen Charlotte was married to King George III (like, Boston Tea Party antagonist King George). Turns out, she was also pen pals with Marie Antoinette. She even planned for the French royal family to hide out in Britain during the Revolution…you know, before the whole “off with her head” thing.
Gustave Caillebotte painted “Paris Street: Rainy Day” at the ripe age of twenty-nine. I’m so inspired at being zero years late to the game that I might just promenade downtown wearing a bustle and an umbrella I will consistently refer to as a parapluie. Yes, I believe I will do just that.
I have felt this way all day. This feeling of, “Let one more scamp read one more word to me. And watch what will happen. Just you $*@!ing watch.” I will say I wouldn’t turn away the man behind this chick though — I’m all about that mustache.
I need more people to dote on me as I pair pinned-on flowers with a flattering, peplum-enhanced corset dress. And I want to look bored as it happens. I’m talkin’ ho hum bored.
I sometimes imagine these beautiful women in Tahiti talking in Gauguin’s works.
“Jesus, it’s Paul again. Quick! Look bored.”
“Just stare at that fruit. Stare like your damn life depends on it.”
I also imagine they could go on and on about being twinsies in their matching florals. No contest on the accessories though when girlfriend rocks that halo.
Give up the ghost, Eva. No dress you design can land me Ryan Gosling. Not a single one. Though I’ll hand it to you: I’m really digging this Gemma Tie-Front Dress (let me know when you need my shipping address!).
“No, really. I like it when you read over my shoulder. Keep doing that.”
If I were to sell my ish for $700, I’d go ahead and make the customer think I did more than shove a canvas into a $35 Michael’s frame. The trick here is make them think I did that.
Try and tell me it’s Monday tomorrow. Go ahead. Try. I won’t have ANY OF IT.
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