If I were in charge of a country or principality or dark empire or whatever, I would want a throne made of pillows.
Pointy thrones made of swords may make you look badass, but the effect will be negated somewhat when you have to sit on one of those inflatable rubber donut dealies. … Continue reading
Rococo dresses are like potato chips. You can’t have just one.
Also, they’re ruffly. And possibly salty, based on the difficulty of cleaning. Forget I said that last bit, it’s gross. True, but gross. Because swinging is super fun, but … Continue reading
#notallqueens
Have any of y’all ever been to Le Petit Hameau, Marie Antoinette’s faux-peasant play village? I got to visit it in high school, and it’s gorgeous and charming and so … Continue reading
Which was the term in his day, so stop giving me side-eye.
Aaaand here‘s a nice page on Poiret, one of the earlier designers to just plain ignore what humans are shaped like in favour of whatever oddly flanged column he felt … Continue reading