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omgthatdress:

Mantle

1804-1807

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

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fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Field-Marshal Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington
If this man is not the most stunning general Britain has ever had the good fortune to possess…
I mean, just look at those thighs — and perhaps the naughty bump in between. And do not complain about artistic licence because I honestly do not give a damn. 
Setting aside his diving looks for a moment, Wellington was arguably the greatest British military commander of all time, working wonders against native armies in India, defeating Napoleon’s marshals again and again in the Peninsular War of 1808-1814, and then crushing the little Corsican himself at Waterloo, during which he said “Hard pounding, gentlemen. Let’s see who pounds the longest.” Indeed, he had a reputation for being something of a pounder. Known for his dry wit, piercing blue eyes, strong aquiline nose, and lithe frame, he was quite the ladies man and especially fond of married women. After all, “The Iron Duke” courted danger in all aspects his life, galloping along the lines during battle, heedless of the shots around him and riding bravely through the streets of London even when he was politically unpopular. The man practically believed nonchalance made him bulletproof. He possessed an almost unbending will and an aristocratic self-confidence (though it was a long-time coming), yet was one of the most down-to-earth men of his day. Perhaps his most attractive feature was his humanity; he was not one to apologize, but knew when he had offended and felt it keenly and often went to considerable lengths to make amends. The great man lived to be a Victorian Icon at 83 years old, having served as Prime Minister and Commander-in-Chief (the latter position he held till his death), and he departed this earth with all his faculties and hair. His tomb is located in St Paul’s Cathedral, right next to that other Napoleonic Wars hottie, Horatio Nelson. 

His elder brother was the governor-general of India for a long time, and everyone thought he wouldn’t amount to anything, going into the army.  He showed them.  (Also, he was Irish.)

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Field-Marshal Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington

If this man is not the most stunning general Britain has ever had the good fortune to possess…

I mean, just look at those thighs — and perhaps the naughty bump in between. And do not complain about artistic licence because I honestly do not give a damn. 

Setting aside his diving looks for a moment, Wellington was arguably the greatest British military commander of all time, working wonders against native armies in India, defeating Napoleon’s marshals again and again in the Peninsular War of 1808-1814, and then crushing the little Corsican himself at Waterloo, during which he said “Hard pounding, gentlemen. Let’s see who pounds the longest.” Indeed, he had a reputation for being something of a pounder. Known for his dry wit, piercing blue eyes, strong aquiline nose, and lithe frame, he was quite the ladies man and especially fond of married women. After all, “The Iron Duke” courted danger in all aspects his life, galloping along the lines during battle, heedless of the shots around him and riding bravely through the streets of London even when he was politically unpopular. The man practically believed nonchalance made him bulletproof. He possessed an almost unbending will and an aristocratic self-confidence (though it was a long-time coming), yet was one of the most down-to-earth men of his day. Perhaps his most attractive feature was his humanity; he was not one to apologize, but knew when he had offended and felt it keenly and often went to considerable lengths to make amends. The great man lived to be a Victorian Icon at 83 years old, having served as Prime Minister and Commander-in-Chief (the latter position he held till his death), and he departed this earth with all his faculties and hair. His tomb is located in St Paul’s Cathedral, right next to that other Napoleonic Wars hottie, Horatio Nelson. 

His elder brother was the governor-general of India for a long time, and everyone thought he wouldn’t amount to anything, going into the army.  He showed them.  (Also, he was Irish.)

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I made myself a regency dress once.  Then I let someone wear it in a play.

meninperiodclothing:

Benedict Cumberbatch in To the Ends of the Earth

I love this miniseries.  

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vintagedudes:

James Purefoy in Les Enfants du Paradis.

There is always time for James Purefoy, no matter how busy you may get.

vintagedudes:

James Purefoy in Les Enfants du Paradis.

There is always time for James Purefoy, no matter how busy you may get.

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