Lydia Edwards’ How to
Read a Dress covers nearly five centuries and makes quick work of some
complex sartorial times. Critic Genevieve Valentine says, after you read it, “Period-piece
TV will never look the same.”
Hell, if we’re gonna talk about bringing back old-timey styles for men, why stop at the 1900s? Let’s bring back fucking dandyism - I’m talking makeup, plucked eyebrows, immaculate curls, brightly coloured fabrics, waxed moustaches like architectural edifices if you can pull one off, dudes all swanning around in tight corsets so as not to disrupt the smoothly tapering lines of their frock coats, the whole nine yards. I mean, why not?
They’ve been told they would be meeting with only two members of the Triumvirate, but three people stood by the pool. Jesper knew the one-eyed girl in the red-and-blue kefta must be Genya Safin, and that meant the shockingly gorgeous girl with the thick fall of ebony hair was Zoya Nazyalensky. They were accompanied by a fox-faced man in his twenties wearing a teal frock coat, brown leather gloves, and an impressive set of Zemeni revolvers slung around his hips.
Fifty seven isn’t a special birthday but at the Potters’ everything worth celebrating is special.
Sirius and Remus buy party hats and balloons, in Gryffindor red and gold of course and the whole living room is filled with streamers and Remus has also charmed a little smoke stag to prance around the room.
Lily bakes a cake, praying she’d remembered to put sugar instead of salt. She cleaned out the frills from the Moony-Padfoot decorating party and made sure everything was in order and everyone was coming in on time.
Harry, even after 38 odd years spent the most time in a futile effort to flatten his messy hair. He grabbed his little Lily Luna as she whizzed past him in her green frock and made his way down to where Ginny was also trying to flatten Albus’ hair, but alas. James Sirius was calling to them eagerly from near the fireplace, jumping in anticipation to go visit his hero, his Grandpa James. With last minute checks and cries of “Come on, Dad!” into the Floo they went.
The whole family was already there, Hermione and Ron holding on to Hugo’s hand. Rose and Albus had already disappeared when Harry stepped out of the fireplace of his parents’ house at Godric’s Hollow. Remus was deep in conversation with Victoire and Tonks and Teddy were laughing as they had changed their hair to a scintillating shade of red.
It was about half past 7 when James walked in, greeted to a chorus of “Surprise!” by his family. He was swarmed and suffocated with hugs and presents and kisses, the last of which were mainly Sirius and Lily.
The whole family sang an out of tune rendition of “Happy Birthday” as James cut into his large cake, grinning wide as a party hat was slapped onto his head by Padfoot. His smile didn’t even dim when a mouth full of salty cake was shoved into his mouth, instead he just kissed Lily and thanking her for the “best piece of cake he had ever eaten.”
As the night began to close and James sat in their home, Lily beside him, surrounded by his best friends, children and sleeping grandchildren, he was warm and happy and thankful he got to celebrate fifty seven with the people he loved most in the world.
Happy Birthday James Fleamont Potter (27th March 1960 - 31st October 1981)
Irina’s wedding dress was magnificent; it was of white satin embroidered in silver, with a long train. Her face veil, which had belonged to Marie Antoinette, was held by a tiara of rock crystal and diamonds.
The question of what I should wear gave rise to lively discussions. I firmly refused to appear in a tail coat in the daytime, but all the suggestions made raised a storm of protest. Finally the uniform of the nobility - a black frock coat with collar and lapels embroidered in gold, and white broadcloth trousers - was decided on.
Lost Splendor: The Amazing Memoirs of the Man Who Killed Rasputin
A gentleman entered,with a pleasant, cultured face, high-nosed and pale,with something perhaps of petulance about the mouth, and with the steady, well-opened eye of a man whose pleasant lot it had ever been to command and to be obeyed. His manner was brisk, and yet his general appearance gave an undue impression of age, for he had a slight forward stoop and a little bend of the knees as he walked. His hair, too,as he swept off his very curly-brimmed hat, waswas grizzled round the edges and thin upon the top.As to his dress, it was careful to the verge of foppishness,with high collar, black frock-coat, white waistcoat, yellow gloves, patent-leather shoes, and light-coloured gaiters. He Advanced slowly into the room, turning his head from left to right, and swinging in his right hand the cord which held his golden eyeglasses
Watson what are you writing? A “Dear diary” entry?
Pt 26 - Close-up details of Mycroft’s Blue Coat & Pinstripe suit - from the Costumes area
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