hollywood, you always suck, even on the easy things.

[kaigou]

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.

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[kaigou]

Ahahaha. I didn't even think of that, I was thinking of shoes, which do have a dullish-slight-gray cast to them compared to white-white. IIRC beige and ivory don't count as "white" and therefore are exempt from the no-white because, well, not-white.

Then again, I grew up with multiple animals, so white coats and skirts were always a pointless venture -- and I got around the whole white-shoe thing by just avoiding white shoes forever and ever because it just wasn't worth having a relative snark.

Though the time an old family friend got married -- fully formal, morning wedding -- and the invitations said "black tie", omg, you could hear my sister and me snarking for miles. We didn't actually have to shove our hands in our mouths, though, until we saw the bride's mother wearing sequins. In June! On a saturday morning! Before noon! Bad enough that half the guests -- NYers -- showed up wearing black! To a wedding, and a morning wedding at that! And the bridesmaids were all wearing sleeveless dresses! With no jackets! In a freaking cathedral! We'd just about recovered when my mom joined in, pointing out that the groomsmen were wearing black tie with jackets cut for white-tie. Were even the tailors so utterly clueless? Oh, it just couldn't get any better (or worse). It was like every bad stereotype of new-money yankee miscomprehension gone utterly bad.

Naturally, we three had a complete ball making fun of all of it.