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Don't ask me why, but I just spent several minutes paging through stills from several movies. Culprit was probably an unexpected image while searching for something else, so I click, and thank-you google images, a page with images from The Age of Innocence, a movie I may have seen, or maybe only parts of it. I can't recall, now. What I know for certain I didn't see was a scene in which [and the actress' name goes RIGHT out the window, uhm, the blonde, what is her name? well, whatever, we'll just call her] The Blonde walks up a flight of stairs and into some kind of gathering. (I know I didn't see this, because if I had, I would've laughed myself into hysterics, after all the hype about how 'historically accurate' everything was and 'oh the hours of research' and 'everything must be just right down to the very last inch of lace' blah blah blah HAHAHA YOU WISH, HOLLYWOOD, YOU WISH.
Anyway. To the images: definitely evening, judging by the men's dress and the fact that her dress is a) a deep carmine, b) far more decorated than appropriate for daywear, and most telling, c) has the cap-sleeves of a formal ballgown.
And her gloves are a) white, and b) barely reach her elbows.
MY GOD WHO COSTUMED THIS MOVIE ARE THESE PEOPLE BARBARIANS!?
and then I realize that I'm probably only one of twenty people still alive who had grandmothers who quizzed them regularly on when, where, and how one wears velvet, patent leather, gloves, and what exactly is meant by 'no white after labor day' and that not all whites are white, damn it.
Still. I could forgive the white, but her elbows are showing.
Barbarians.
Anyway. To the images: definitely evening, judging by the men's dress and the fact that her dress is a) a deep carmine, b) far more decorated than appropriate for daywear, and most telling, c) has the cap-sleeves of a formal ballgown.
And her gloves are a) white, and b) barely reach her elbows.
MY GOD WHO COSTUMED THIS MOVIE ARE THESE PEOPLE BARBARIANS!?
and then I realize that I'm probably only one of twenty people still alive who had grandmothers who quizzed them regularly on when, where, and how one wears velvet, patent leather, gloves, and what exactly is meant by 'no white after labor day' and that not all whites are white, damn it.
Still. I could forgive the white, but her elbows are showing.
Barbarians.