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Fashion is ever-changing and while some styles mark a dramatic departure from the past, many exhibit subtle differences from year to year that are not always easy to identify. With overviews of each key period and detailed illustrations for each new style, How to Read a Dress is an authoritative visual guide to women's fashion across five centuries.
Each entry includes annotated colour images of historical garments, outlines important features and highlights how styles have changed (whether in shape, fabric choice, trimming, undergarments) from those shown previously. Readers will learn how garments were constructed and where their inspiration stemmed from at key points in history, as well as the differences between dress types for various occasions, variations in detailing, cut, and popularity, and the class, age and social status of the wearer.
This beautifully illustrated guide equips students, researchers, curators and anyone interested in historical fashion with the tools to 'read' a dress. Using this book, readers are able to identify specific period styles, and will really know their cartridge pleats from their Recamier ruffles.
BURIED ALIVE CHAPTER I The Puce Dressing-gown THE peculiar angle of the earths axis to the plane of the ecliptic that angle which is chiefly re- sponsible for our geography and therefore for our history had caused the phenomenon known in London as summer. The whizzing globe happened to have turned its most civilized face away from the sun, thus producing night in Selwood Terrace, South Kensington. In No. 9 1 Selwood Terrace two lights, on the ground-floor and on the first-floor, were silently proving that mans ingenuity can outwit natures. No. 91 was one of about ten thousand similar houses between South Kensington Station and North End Road. With its grimy stucco front, its cellar kitchen, its hundred stairs and steps, its perfect inconvenience, and its conscience heavy with the doing to death of sundry general servants, it uplifted tin chimney-cowls to heaven and gloomily awaited the day of judgment for London houses, sublimely ignoring the axial and orbital velocities of the earth and even the reckless flight of the whole solar system through space. You felt that No. 91 was unhappy, and that it could only be rendered happy by a To let standard in its front patch and a No bottles card in its cellar-windows. It pos- sessed neither of these specifics. Though of late generally empty, it was never untenanted. In the entire course of its genteel and commodious career it had never once been to let. Go inside, and breathe its atmosphere of a bored house that is generally empty yet never untenanted. All its twelve rooms dark and forlorn, save two its cellar kitchen dark and forlorn just these two rooms, one on the top of the other like boxes, pitifully struggling against the inveterate gloomof the remaining ten Stand in the dark hall and get this atmosphere into your lungs. The principal, the startling thing in the illuminated room on the ground-floor was a dressing-gown, of the colour, between heliotrope and purple, known to a previous generation as puce a quilted garment stuffed with swansdown, light as hydrogen nearly, and warm as the smile of a kind heart old, perhaps, possibly worn in its outlying regions and allowing fluffs of feathery white to escape through its satin pores but a dressing-gown to dream of. It dominated the unkempt, naked apartment, its volup- tuous folds glittering crudely under the sun-replacing oil lamp which was set on a cigar-box on the stained deal table. The oil lamp had a glass reservoir, a chipped chimney, and a cardboard shade, and had probably cost less than a florin five florins would have purchased the table and all the rest of the furniture, including the arm-chair in which the dress- ing-gown reclined, a stool, an easel, three packets of cigarettes and a trouser-stretcher, might have been replaced for another ten florins. Up in the corners of the ceiling, obscure in the eclipse of the cardboard shade, was a complicated system of cobwebs to match the dust on the bare floor. Within the dressing-gown there was a man. This man had reached the interesting age...
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A Garment of Rainbows follows the life of Robert N Stephenson through drug addiction, crime and to Christianity.
Every year, "Buckeye Bob" DiGiorgio ponders how to pick the best fantasy football team, on a mission to win the coveted trophy in the Bernard I. Gregory Fantasy Football League. But endless reading, hours of deep thought, and even computer models never seem to pay off.
Until one year, when he vows to win it all with a new strategy. Buckeye Bob's buddies, a colorful cast of characters including Ladies' Man, the Commish, Exacta, and Slowhand, watch as Buckeye Bob puts together an unthinkable lineup of rundown veterans led by an unproven rookie quarterback.
As each week goes by, however, Buckeye Bob's friends begin to realize that perhaps they are witnessing a fantasy football feat that none of them ever dreamed possible. Against all odds, Buckeye Bob is winning. But his friends won't surrender the trophy without a fight.
Join Buckeye Bob and the entire cast as they balance friendship and manly rituals with the quest for victory in "Brotherhood of the Pigskin: A Fantasy Football Novel."
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