#1900 sailor dress

[resplendentoutfit]

More Sailor Fashions

Edmund Tarbell (American, 1862-1938) • Summer Breeze • 1904 • Currier Museum of Art, Manchester, New Hampshire

I found a blog with a cool sailor dress recreation and amazing photos. Visit Beauty from Ashes for more.

Nautical style dress • c. 1900 • Augusta Auctions

[gogmstuff]

1908 (4 Jul issue) La Mode Nationale - Costume de bans de mer. From gallica.bnf.fr 1510X1772.

[morbidology]

Robert the Doll was originally a gift to a young boy named Robert Eugene Otto, known as Gene, in the early 1900s. The doll, which stands about 40 inches tall and is stuffed with wood wool known as "excelsior," was dressed in a sailor suit, allegedly one of Gene’s own childhood outfits. It was crafted by the Steiff Company, a German manufacturer renowned for their high-quality toys, and was likely purchased by Gene's grandfather during a trip to Germany in 1904.

Upon receiving the doll, Gene quickly became attached to it, giving it his own name—Robert—and treating it as though it were alive. Robert became Gene’s constant companion, accompanying him everywhere and even having his own seat at the dinner table. Over time, however, Gene’s parents began to notice strange and unsettling occurrences surrounding the doll.

As the story goes, Gene’s relationship with Robert took on an eerie and troubling dimension. Gene's parents would often hear their son talking to the doll, and while this might have seemed normal at first, what disturbed them was the fact that a deep, unfamiliar voice would sometimes respond. Objects in the house would mysteriously move, break, or disappear, and whenever these strange events occurred, Gene would insist that "Robert did it."

Gene’s parents and the household staff began to believe that there was something malevolent about the doll. Neighbours claimed to have seen Robert moving from window to window when no one was home, and there were reports of the doll's expression changing, as if reacting to events around him. These unsettling incidents led to Robert being banished to the attic, where he remained for many years.

After Gene’s parents passed away, he inherited the family home, now known as the "Artist House," and returned to live there with his wife, Anne. Despite the strange history, Gene once again became infatuated with Robert, giving him a room of his own in the house and treating him as part of the family. Anne, however, was not as enamored with the doll and reportedly felt uneasy in its presence. The paranormal activity continued, with more frequent and disturbing incidents, leading Anne to believe that the doll was cursed.

Gene Otto passed away in 1974, and the house was sold to a new family. The new owners quickly discovered Robert and, like those before them, experienced the doll’s eerie influence. Frightened by the strange occurrences, they eventually donated Robert to the Fort East Martello Museum in Key West, where he resides to this day.

At the Fort East Martello Museum, Robert the Doll has become one of the main attractions, drawing visitors from around the world who are fascinated by his dark legend. The museum staff and visitors continue to report strange happenings in Robert’s presence, including cameras malfunctioning, eerie feelings, and even mysterious letters of apology addressed to the doll.

These letters, often written by previous visitors, beg Robert for forgiveness after experiencing misfortune or bad luck following their encounter with him. It is believed that Robert punishes those who disrespect him or take his photograph without asking for permission first. This belief has become so widespread that the walls of the museum are now covered with letters from people seeking to lift the curse they believe Robert has placed on them.

[plumbob-pudding]

For much of human history, children were dressed similarly or identical to adults and this was true for the Victorian era which saw children dressed in stiff heavy layers that didn't allow for play. By the 1900s, in line with adult styles, children clothing became much less elaborate. Little girls emulated the elongated silhouette fashionable for adult women with drop waist dresses while boys' clothing became increasingly sailor inspired.

The 1910s established children's clothing as separate to adult styles. Sailor outfits were all the rage, particularly for young boys. WW1 meant rationing so hemlines crept up and clothing became less ornate in construction and embellishments.

After the war, in the 1920s, children's fashion remained simple, gone were the velvets and silk of the Victorians, instead sturdy textiles like cotton were used. Layering had also become a thing of the past, outfits were now often simple one pieces.

The Great depression occured in the 1930s and it left many families destitute. Children's clothing was handmade and sturdy fabrics like denim were favoured; "flour sack" dresses also became common place.

By the 1940s, many families had recovered from the depression but WW2 and rationing still meant that clothing had to be handmade with what was available. Many magazines at the time included simple patterns and any fabric was used even old curtains.

The 1950s are defined by the baby boom. Lots more children around increased demand for children's clothing and for a majority of families, life and finances improved after the war therefore they had money to spend. This lead to mass-manufacture of clothing using synthetic fibres..Young girls fashions were increasingly feminine:full skirt dresses,similar to their mothers, with bows and other hair accessories.

Boys' clothing became sturdier to allow for increased physical activity as the government of many countries began to mandate compulsory phys ed due to high levels of poor fitness exposed by the draft.

[docholligay]

after episodes 110 and 111

Okay so four things might have been aiming for the stars, given my output this year, but if I get a little over a thousand words more it'll be 3,000, which is more than I've written in a day in....more than a year. Maybe two.

SO HERE is this one. More canon-complaint, or at least canon-friendly than usual (boo), it's about 1900 words.

You are special. There is something inside you, that makes you different. Important. 

She’d left the light on in her room, bright as day. Her mother wouldn’t bother coming in and telling her to shut it off, to go to sleep, to take her book and tell her she had school in the morning, and what was she thinking, reading this stupid thing at midnight? 

Haruka wished she would. 

The young boy on the page, a dragon at his side, sword in his hand, destiny in his blood--it was always boys who were brave, who were special, who did things, and did not need to be rescued--was the culmination of Haruka’s desires. He was upright and noble, even in his momentary sadness. It was true, what the wizard said. He was different. He was important. So important that it had been necessary for the beautiful sorceress, Aralith Starfall, to die to save him, her undying love on her lips to her last breath. 

Haruka wiped the tear, that was most certainly only from holding her eyes open too long, from her cheek. 

To be loved so deeply that someone would die for you, Haruka could not imagine, at 14. To have been born to a higher cause, every struggle and difficulty imbued with meaning. To carry a promise inside you. She closed her eyes, and wished into the starless sky. 

She should have realized that if there are no stars, you pray to the dark. 

Haruka had everything she dreamed of that night. A destiny. An importance. A woman willing to die for her. A sword, even. 

But Griffin Steelblade didn’t seem so bothered by it. His carefully-drawn face had betrayed no confusion, no uncertainty. Haruka, on the other hand, suddenly didn’t like any of it. 

It was true that they both had died, and the apartment was silent as the graveyard they both should have been in, but it wasn’t the same. They were fated warriors, chosen by God and Destiny, doing what they needed to for the princess yet to be revealed. It wasn’t a Steelblade story, and Haruka wasn’t supposed to be Griffin. They were both soldiers. It was a different story.

But Michiru lied. 

------

Michiru was, to put it mildly, unaccustomed to explaining herself, and she had no intention of starting now. 

What was done was done, and it had all worked out in the end anyhow, in a manner of speaking, and the princess was revealed, talismans obtained, so what Michiru had done or not done was immaterial at best. Pluto had said not a word to her on the subject, Usagi had been dismissed with a quick bow and a hissed, ‘at your leave, Majesty,’ and Mina had merely tossed her hands in the air while walking away. 

Michiru would do it again. 

The overwhelming burden of being chosen, of being special, was already Michiru’s at a tender age. Rich, pedigreed, almost certainly likely to marry within the circle of latter-day global debutantes, her head had felt the weight of a crown long before it had fallen to others. Not even the crown of a queen, but the crown of a princess, born only to be groomed and sacrificed as a perfect lamb in spring. 

When Sailor Neptune was draped upon her, Michiru was hardly surprised. Another requirement Michiru was born to, another kingdom or family pyre to burn herself upon. To fight a monster was not so different as to speak to some failing Duke looking for a dollar princess. Over more quickly, at the least. Michiru was quick and decisive in her work. 

She had not saved Haruka out of love. A creature like her could not feel it, the blade and the crown wrought in iron and gold. But Haruka was hers. Haruka was the only thing she had ever wanted for herself, in recent memory. Oh, perhaps a lovely dress, or a fashionable handbag, but that wanting was not like this. Desire. It curled in her mind, red and hot like the end of a cigarette. 

Michiru had been affronted that Eudial thought she could take what was rightfully Michiru’s. Everything else was merely detail. The only rules she had broken were self-imposed. 

Now the worst of it: Haruka was no longer sweet and amusing. She looked at Michiru as if the apartment were a boxing ring, and she was looking for a clear space, somewhere she could insert herself and claim victory. It was silly, of course. No one yet born could feint and jibe as Michiru could. They could circle each other until the end of time, round for round, and Haruka would never be the victor. 

Time would pass. Haruka would forget whatever silly little promise they had made to one another, and they would return to festivals and other amusements. Michiru would fight and curtsy and whatever else they wanted her to do, but this moment would pass without comment. 

Michiru did not explain herself. 

---

She lied. 

“If one of us should fall, the other will go on. It is a matter of duty. You understand duty, do you not, my gallant knight?” 

Michiru had tilted her head in the way Haruka loved, where the light would gently catch the edge of her eyelashes, the curl resting next to her cheek. 

“Yeah.” 

“So if I should be captured?” 

Haruka nodded. “I keep going. We gotta get the talismans.” 

Michiru smiled her closed-mouth smile. “Yes. Very well. Let’s begin.” 

But she lied. Haruka wasn’t stupid, she knew what Michiru said, even if she said it all flowery. Just like in the Steelblade comics, sometimes. Like Aralith used to talk. She said they both had to keep going, if one of them got caught. That was the rule. That was what they promised. 

Then Michiru came after her. Then Michiru died. 

Then they weren’t dead, which made bringing up harder. Easier, also, because you can’t bring something up when you’re dead. But harder. Michiru’d walked away from the cathedral that day saying there was no harm done, and was that cafe still open by their apartment? 

There was a dull ache behind Haruka’s breastbone, and she wasn’t sure it was from the gun. 

Michiru lied. 

The other reason it was hard to bring up was that Haruka had killed herself. Well, it was to get the talisman. So not killed herself, more like, ‘nobly sacrificed herself for the cause.’ But it didn’t sound as good as dying for someone. And Michiru died for her. But she wouldn’t say that, either. 

Did Michiru love her? She’d never said so. She let Haruka live in her apartment, but that was smart, because they were looking for the talismans together. Haruka went a lot of places with her, but it seemed Michiru was kind of lonely, so that made sense too. Sometimes, the way she touched her…but it was all silly. Michiru wasn’t going to fall in love with someone like Haruka. It was all business. 

But then she died. And she lied about it. And Haruka couldn’t stop thinking about those comics from when she was a kid. 

“Haruka, I won’t let you die.” 

It wasn’t “I love you.” It wasn’t. Besides, Michiru liked things her way. She was kind of spoiled, honestly, though Haruka thought it was a little cute. So, it could just be that Michiru didn’t like Eudial thinking she could do what she wanted. 

Every time she tried to say something, Michiru would dodge it, like they were kids fighting in the backyard, and she was too quick and too clever for Haruka. And she wasn’t Griffin. She was special, sure, but she was a side character. She did the dying. She wasn’t worth dying for. 

But Michiru did die. And she died for Haruka. She didn’t die for the talismans, even Haruka saw that. 

It had been easy to die. It was like she’d been holding her breath her whole life, waiting to die for something. To be a hero. 

There’s something inside you that makes you different. 

Maybe the hero got to live. Maybe true love conquered all. 

That was the end of it. From the moment Haruka said it to herself, she realized that whatever Michiru herself thought, and however broken and scuffed and worthless Haruka was, Haruka was in love with Michiru Kaioh. This had been true for months. Every time she looked at her, there had been a soft wash, like a watercolor painting, as if Michiru were too beautiful to be a real thing. Every time Michiru spoke, there was a light breeze, music, she could smell roses in the air. There was a perfect love, hidden by Haruka’s own fear. 

But if Michiru were brave enough to die, Haruka must be her knight gallant. Must be brave enough to live. 

If Michiru could lie for love, Haruka could tell the truth for it. 

---

Like a dark shadow in the sea, Michiru saw the moment approach. It lingered, and waited, peering up at her from beneath. Surely Haruka would say something, had been trying to say something since the whole incident. She opened her mouth, gaping like a big mouth bass, and when Michiru looked at her with whatever seemed most offputting: coyness, indifference, even laughter, she would close it. She would not speak on what she had done. 

Truly, the saving grace of the matter was that Haruka was not burdened by emotional eloquence. 

But the point was coming, whether Michiru liked it or not. Eventually, one’s opponent does attempt to land a blow. But no matter. Haruka was unaware that Michiru had more than heard of Haruka’s asinine little dalliance with martyrdom. The invocation of that, and all the waste of Michiru’s own sacrifice that it implied, would be enough to close the book on the matter for ever. Haruka would never be quick enough to catch her. Whatever had happened in the cathedral meant nothing. Might not even have happened quite as Haruka remembered it, over time and retelling. 

Michiru was the undefeated champion in this game, and Haruka would have nothing against her. She would not explain herself. She would not reveal the game. They would continue in their little play, and she would continue to have Haruka, and nothing would ever change. If she was to be Saillor Neptune, she would take this as her prize. 

It was true, that Michiru was sculpted and twisted into the thing that she was, and that Haruka could never understand that, but an inability to be a real thing did not--apparently--disclude her from wanting. And like a lovely dress, she would have Haruka, and she would take the thing she desired, and it would be hers. Haruka would stay because Michiru had everything, and would give it to her, and Michiru would never admit what she was afraid might be true. 

Haruka rose from her spot by the window and sat at the end of the couch where Michiru read. She drummed her fingers on the edge of her knee, licked her lips, and looked over Michiru, two short slow breaths coming as she let it rush out of her mouth. 

“Michiru, do you love me?” 

MIchiru sat up straight, closing the obsolete book in her hand, and tossed her back, ready to speak. 

“Because I think I love you.” 

It was the sort of think only Haruka could say to her: open and true and utterly artless. Devoid of artifice or poetry or anything but the raw bleeding edge of the moment. Her hands dropped, book in her lap, overwhelmed by that horrible leviathan of truth. The great punch, with no respect at all for rules or footwork or anything but what she felt, full on her face. 

K.O.

[dwreader]

Claudia’s sailor dress and historical references.

While a staple of childhood fashion among royalty and aristocrats for decades (Queen Victoria put her son in one in 1846 and set the trend for wealthy parents), the sailor dress for teenage girls was popularized in America in the 1900s by tailor Peter Thomson of Philadelphia. Louis who keeps up with fashion trends would’ve known immediately what to put his new baby in as this was THE look for little girls in the 1910s. It was eventually accepted as school wear for girls which is ironic since Claudia doesn't go to school or interact with other kids at all at this point. They are now largely associated with schoolgirls and uniforms.

While the majority of these childhood sailor photoshoots available online are of white kids, you can also find some examples of black children dressed in sailor fits from early 20th century so this was not exclusively a white kids only trend, which Louis surely would've been very conscious of.

[telekinetictrait]

"I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room." (The Waves – Virginia Woolf, 1931)

in stark contrast to the boxy androgyny of the 1920s was the demure femininity of the 1930s. despite the economic turmoil that swept the world, fashion was influenced by the growing world of film and hollywood. hemlines fell back down the legs, typically between the knees and the ankles, and necklines rose further up. some women during the great depression would actually make clothing out of flour sacks, which led to flour companies beginning to print patterns on their sacks in order to draw in more customers. as more income was required to support a family, more women entered into the workforce – and so more women began to turn to casual clothing that was easier to work in, including more pants. certain clothing companies began tailoring pants specifically for women's wear, but you still wouldn't see women wearing trousers as much as you would see women wearing dresses or skirts.

(also, there was a period of nautical-inspired fashion starting in the 30s that would last through about the 60s. kind of random, but i just wanted to mention it.)

expect posts to be a bit more spread out, because i'm actually moving soon and starting the school year!

1800’s / 1900-1909 / 1910-1919 / 1920-1929

cc tags under the cut :)

see my resources page for genetics!

natalie : imvikai's fae hair / eco lifestyle dress / base game stockings / base game shoes

nessie : simarillion's mulled wine hair / poanl's maple hat / base game earrings / huiernxoxo's sophie set / base game gloves / base game stockings / cupidjuice's mary janes

nhora : birksche's 30's hair / gilded-ghosts' absolutely tilt-illating hat + sweet shopgirl dress / needleworkreve's bette davis eyeshadow + marlene lipstick / horse ranch gloves / base game stockings / base game saddle shoes

nicolet : historysims4's 1933/zurich hair / base game earrings / twentiethcenturysims' mae dress / blueraptorsden’s vintage stockings / paranormal shoes

njóla : get together braid / needleworkreve's bette davis eyeshadow / chere-indolente's josephine lipstick / base game earrings / cottage living necklace / gilded-ghosts' moderne muse dress / base game stockings / waxesnostalgic's pickypikachu peaky booties recolor

noelle : vroshii's 30's hair / twentiethcenturysims' eleanor dress / base game stockings / waxesnostalgic's saddle shoes recolor

ntiana : wildlyminiaturesandwich's newt hair / sforzcc's dawn dress / base game stockings + boots

nuncia : simarillion's mulled wine hair / cottage living hat / get together top / ekinege-sims retro reboot sailor pants (tsr download) / base game boots

n'veah : vroshii's more 30s curls hair / happylifesims' female late autumn outfit #1 / plumbjam’s wool leggings / waxesnostalgic's pickypikachu peaky booties recolor

nymphadora : marsosims' reyna hair / gohliad's late 30's prairie dress / base game stockings / waxesnostalgic's pickypikachu peaky booties recolor

thank you to @imvikai @poanl @huiernxoxo @birksche @gilded-ghosts @needleworkreve @historysims4 @twentiethcenturysims @blueraptorsden @chere-indolente @waxesnostalgic @vroshii @wildlyminiaturesandwich @ekinege-sims @happylifesimsreblogs and @marsosims !!!

[semioticapocalypse]

I really hope you will find this interesting and maybe even useful.

APS is a Custom GPT I made. And it figures out old photos, sometimes pretty obscure ones.

I've been testing it for some time now and while being far from perfect, it appears to be quite a useful device, i would say, surprisingly so. And I would really appreciate it, if you give it a try, — and maybe even provide some feedback

[Only ChatGPT Plus users have access to Custom GPTs for now; hopefully this will change soon].

Case study

I asked it to "tell me all there is to know about this image:

It was found on Flickr with the caption "Pardon of Folgoet 1923", which, frankly speaking, made no sense to me — except for the year, of course. Now I know that Pardon is a religious ceremony, rather specific to Bretagne, where Folgoët is located.

What follows is rather a detailed report of APS findings, —and while being maybe a bit too general, it was also acccurate, quick and quite instructive indeed. Here it is:

This photograph provides a fascinating glimpse into the past, capturing a moment that speaks to the era's cultural, societal, and technological aspects. Let's analyze the various elements:

Architecture and Location: The building in the background is made of stone, indicating that this photo could be from a region where stone was a common construction material, possibly Europe. The style of the shutters and the architecture suggest a setting in a small town or village.

Signage: The sign reading "BYRRH" suggests a location where French is spoken, as Byrrh is a French aperitif that has been produced since the 19th century. This could place the photograph somewhere in France or in a French-influenced area.

Fashion: The attire of the individuals is very indicative of the time period. The women are wearing long dresses and hats typical of the late 19th to early 20th centuries. The boys are dressed in what appears to be sailor suits, a popular style for children from the mid-19th century onwards, as per the knowledge sourced from the documents provided.

Children's Clothing: The boys are dressed similarly, indicating a uniform, which could imply they are attending a special event or are part of a school group. This was a common practice in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.

Flags: The flags are difficult to identify clearly, but they seem to be fluttering in celebration or a public event, which could help date the photograph if the event is known.

Street Scene: The cobblestone street and the relaxed posture of the people suggest a peaceful day-to-day moment, rather than a staged photograph.

Photographic Style and Quality: The clarity of the image, along with the candid nature of the shot, suggests it was taken at a time when street photography became more feasible due to advancements in camera technology. This could be in the late 19th or early 20th century, aligning with the Kodak Brownie introduction in 1900, making photography more accessible to the masses.

Umbrellas and Sunlight: The presence of umbrellas could indicate either a sunny day or an impending rain, but the shadows suggest a bright day, with the sun high as indicated by the short shadows.

From these observations, it seems likely that the photograph was taken in France or a French-influenced region during a public event or gathering, likely in the late 19th or early 20th century. The combination of the children's uniforms, the women's fashion, the stone architecture, and the photographic quality all contribute to this conclusion. However, without more context or specific historical knowledge, pinpointing an exact date or event is challenging.

[schizolidd]

[REDACTED]

Video entry 1.0 “Haul”:

“Hi everyone I’m Ray”

Rachel Ivory Gardner sits in the front seat of a 2006 Toyota Camry, with a camera positioned on the dash and a string wheel covering half of the screen. A stray streetlight slightly illuminates their side while the rest relies on their dimming car light.

“This is going to be my first video so I hope I won't let y’all down. Remember to follow [REDACTED] because I have some great plans coming.”

Their voice is chipper while their face stays stagnant. Gardner reaches down to the passenger seat. While out of frame all that can be picked up is the sound of crumpled bags and the wind hitting the car. 

Gardner shoots back into the frame swinging over a large plastic bag while her face finally shares a grin.

“Today we are doing a haul! I've really tried to make this interesting for y'all and have scalped some good finds today, all thrifted. Okay, let's start small!”

They start to pull out small nicknacks one at a time, like pinned butterflies and eclectic mini statues, and show them to the camera trying to capture the details in the dark space. Commentary is little, mostly likes and agreement about the objects. 

At time stamp 6:19, they go off the frame once more to get something from the large bag. 

“Alright, this one was the real find. He caught my eye at an estate sale on Main Street. He was just too funny I had to have him.”

Gardner carefully uncovers the prized possession: a life-like porcelain baby dressed in a worn sailor button-up from the early 1900s, its red wig, made of coarse, frayed horsehair The figure is crudely hand-painted, its features obscured by years of dust and grime, making it quite unsettling for a baby.

“Now I know he isn't in the best shape but I'm sure I can fix him up with some warm water. I'm sure my mom will hate him but he just called to me and he was so alone on his shelf”

They hold the doll like someone showing off a newborn, with the biggest grin they have had in the whole video. After a few moments of idol appreciation, Gardner shows the camera more in-depth shots of the doll.

“One of my favorite parts is his neck back here…”

She turns it over to reveal the etching in the porcelain. There is a cereal number, a company logo, and then a slightly more man-made etching of a name.

“Wow look at that. It looks like he was named Malachi..? It's hard to read but I like that name for him.” 

Now uninterested in their findings Gardner puts Malachi back in the bag in the passenger set. They whip off their hands and close out the video, back to their monotone exercise.

“Well, it's late... I hope you all enjoyed the haul, I'm thinking of making more but let me know if that's something you want to see! Thanks for watching.”

Gardner looks around before reaching for the camera and the video goes black. For about 3 seconds after, the wind on the car can still be heard. The video has ended. 

[bigedred]

1900's Carnival & Novelty Boy Doll With Composition Head And Hay Filled Body

1912 Antique Estimated Carnival & Novelty Boy Doll With Painted Composition Head And Hay Filled Cloth Body. This doll is over 100 years old and will look very aged and the paint on the composition head has cracks all over face. This very rare doll is 100% all original. One of is kind doll but doll is unmarked because most all of them made were not marked. You can tell by looking at doll that it is very very old and that it was never cleaned.

Carnival & Novelty Dolls 1912+

Measurements of doll: 11" Tall x 5" width with both arms to side of doll

Material of doll: Composition Head, Cloth Body and Hay Filled

1918 Butler Brothers character dolls advertisement

Carnival dolls were advertised as prizes given at carnival's and fairs made by various early American doll makers, many, most, of these dolls are unmarked. Carnival dolls range from small to large 31" tall, with a composition character head on hay filled bodies of cloth, composition or a combination, earliest dolls may even bare a resemblance to bisque headed German dolls, they made baby dolls, boy or girl dolls, dolls dressed as Base Ball players, Bathing Girls, Bellboys, Boy Scouts, Clowns, Students, Cowboys or Cowgirls, Firemen, Jockeys, Nurses, Policemen, Rough Riders, Sailors, Snookums, Snookey Ookum Baby, Soldiers, Uncle Sam, YamaYama, comedian Charlie Chaplin and others. Known distributors of Carnival dolls are: Baltimore Bargain House, Butler Brothers, Henry Fabricius Toy & Novelty Company, M. Gerber Brothers Company and Singer Brothers Company, plus others.

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[brookstonalmanac]

Events 11.21 (before 1950)

164 BCE – Judas Maccabeus, son of Mattathias of the Hasmonean family, rededicates the Temple in Jerusalem, an event that is commemorated each year by the festival of Hanukkah. (25 Kislev 3597 in the Hebrew calendar.) 235 – Pope Anterus succeeds Pontian as the nineteenth pope. 1386 – Timur of Samarkand captures and sacks the Georgian capital of Tbilisi, taking King Bagrat V of Georgia captive. 1620 – Plymouth Colony settlers sign the Mayflower Compact (November 11, O.S.) 1676 – The Danish astronomer Ole Rømer presents the first quantitative measurements of the speed of light. 1783 – In Paris, Jean-François Pilâtre de Rozier and François Laurent d'Arlandes make the first untethered hot air balloon flight. 1789 – North Carolina ratifies the United States Constitution and is admitted as the 12th U.S. state. 1851 – Mutineers take control of the Chilean penal colony of Punta Arenas in the Strait of Magellan. 1861 – American Civil War: Confederate President Jefferson Davis appoints Judah Benjamin Secretary of War. 1877 – Thomas Edison announces his invention of the phonograph, a machine that can record and play sound. 1894 – Port Arthur, China, falls to the Japanese, a decisive victory of the First Sino-Japanese War; Japanese troops are accused of massacring the remaining inhabitants. 1900 – Claude Monet's paintings shown at Gallery Durand-Ruel in Paris. 1902 – The Philadelphia Football Athletics defeat the Kanaweola Athletic Club of Elmira, New York, 39–0, in the first-ever professional American football night game. 1905 – Albert Einstein's paper that leads to the mass–energy equivalence formula, E = mc², is published in the journal Annalen der Physik. 1910 – Sailors on board Brazil's warships including the Minas Gerais, São Paulo, and Bahia, violently rebel in what is now known as the Revolta da Chibata (Revolt of the Lash). 1916 – Mines from SM U-73 sink HMHS Britannic, the largest ship lost in the First World War. 1918 – The Flag of Estonia, previously used by pro-independence activists, is formally adopted as the national flag of the Republic of Estonia. 1918 – The Parliament (Qualification of Women) Act 1918 is passed, allowing women to stand for Parliament in the UK. 1918 – A pogrom takes place in Lwów (now Lviv); over three days, at least 50 Jews and 270 Ukrainian Christians are killed by Poles. 1920 – Irish War of Independence: On "Bloody Sunday" in Dublin, the Irish Republican Army (IRA) assassinated a group of British Intelligence agents, and British forces killed 14 civilians at a Gaelic football match at Croke Park. 1922 – Rebecca Latimer Felton of Georgia takes the oath of office, becoming the first female United States Senator. 1927 – Columbine Mine massacre: Striking coal miners are allegedly attacked with machine guns by a detachment of state police dressed in civilian clothes. 1942 – The completion of the Alaska Highway (also known as the Alcan Highway) is celebrated (however, the highway is not usable by standard road vehicles until 1943). 1944 – World War II: American submarine USS Sealion sinks the Japanese battleship Kongō and Japanese destroyer Urakaze in the Formosa Strait. 1945 – The United Auto Workers strike 92 General Motors plants in 50 cities to back up worker demands for a 30-percent raise.

[harleiquina]

Do you know Tango?*

Yes! The ever so sexy dance that was forbidden at the begining of the 1900s in my country and is now everywhere?

The one that everyone in the world associates with passion, romance and lust?

At the very begining it was a dance only for men.

It was supposed to be a way for the malevos** to show who was the most manly (probably adding women changed the steps/movements of the original dance) but I think there is a world of difference between another argentinian "manly men only" dancing competition like Malambo***...

and the Tango... Like, dude, why do you need to grab your opponent so close and move your hips so much? 😜

*Completely unrelated given that in the picture you can see US Sailors, but it reminded me to spread the word!

** Malevos is the name given to the "macho men" in the Tango world. The brothers in the video are dressed more like Pitucos (an argentinian word for "coquette" that is applied to both men and women -Pitucas-) that were the high-class, fashionable -and in movies usually gay- men. The Malevos were the kind of guys that would have duels with knives and get in the worst of the worst trouble in every bar they would get in.

*** Now Malambo can be danced by anyone who is willing to learn. There are many women doing it... is not a "Just for Men" dance anymore.

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National Bikini Day

Hit the beach or lay out in the sun in your bikini on the anniversary of the invention of this ever-popular two-piece swimsuit in 1946. Don’t forget sunscreen!

National Bikini Day is the anniversary of the invention of the bikini in 1946 by a Parisian fashion designer, Louis Reard. The goal of this holiday is to get to the closest beach, or find some cheap travel deals to the Philippines, Bali, Hawaii or anywhere with lots of beaches, and spend the day– or even a whole week – in that bikini!

History of National Bikini Day

Over the years, the suits worn for swimming have evolved along with modern culture. In the early 1900s, swimming costumes were rather bulky, including long skirts for women and long pants for men. Their styles were often inspired by sailor suits, including stripes as well as large collars, but certainly covering up the arms, legs and neck.

As swimwear and fashion changed, styles began to use less fabric and became more form-fitting, likely for practical reasons because swimming with a lot of clothes on can be a safety hazard. But modesty continued to be an issue and in the 1920s-40s there were often beach “police” who would monitor the swimsuits women wore. A woman could be sent to jail for wearing a swimsuit that was too revealing!

The introduction of the bikini in the mid-1940s brought with it a new era of freedom as women began showing their midriffs at the beach and swimming pool. Since the time of its creation in 1946, the bikini has been celebrated as a symbol of a woman’s right to dress as they like.

Falling at the perfect time in the hot days of summer, National Bikini Day pays heed to the freedom women (and men!) have to wear the swimsuits they want. In a culture that has had a tendency to be body-shaming, this day encourages people of all shapes to forget about the need to look like a swimsuit model and just enjoy themselves!

How to Celebrate National Bikini Day

Enjoy some fun in the sun and celebrate National Bikini Day at the same time! Try out some of these ideas for enjoying the day:

Wear a Bikini

Be body-positive on National Bikini Day and put on that two piece suit for the beach, the pool, the sand volleyball court or somewhere else in the sunshine. Slather on some sunscreen, pull out that beach ball or surfboard and head on over to catch some rays. Invite some friends along to celebrate the day and enjoy the freedoms women now have to wear what they want while swimming.

Make a National Bikini Day Playlist

One favorite way to celebrate any sort of holiday is by having a load of music that goes along with the theme. Because everything is better with music! In honor of National Bikini Day, get involved with the day by listening to some bikini themed tunes. Start off with some of these song titles and build a playlist from there:

Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini by Brian Hyland (1960). This classic beach song offers a smash hit homage to the swimsuit of the day.

Ghost in a Bikini by The Judys (1985). Featured in the movie Married to the Mob, this one leans on the edge of being an eighties classic song.

California Girls by The Beach Boys (1965). Another popular ode to beaches, and the girls who occupy them, lets everyone sing along.

Girls in Bikinis by Poppy (2018). This song aims to celebrate the empowerment of women while encouraging people to just wear what they want.

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ANM-021: "I'm a doctor, trust me"

"Do not say that the plague still ravages the old port."

Subject Classification: H-01-021

Damage Type: Immunological 🟢

Danger Level: MODERATE 🟠

Anomaly Type: Humanoid

Discovery Classification: Captured (01)

Department: Middle Zone

Responsible Researcher: Dr. Edmundo

Identification: "I'm a doctor, trust me"

Containment: ANM-021 must be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell in the middle zone of the MOTHRA Institution, located below the main hall, which directly leads to the exit of the underground base MOTHRA 4LPHA. ANM-021 must be communicated with cordially and formally before any transport attempt, unless it shows emotional irritability, in which case it must be sedated and transported.

While ANM-021 is generally cooperative and friendly with most Foundation personnel, he can become particularly irritated or sometimes aggressive if he feels he is in the presence of what he calls the "Prague." Although the exact nature of this plague is currently unknown to the Institution's researchers, it appears to be related to some type of tropical endemic disease in Brazil, especially the bubonic plague, which invaded Rio de Janeiro in the 1900s, brought by traveling sailors.

ANM-021 will become hostile towards individuals he perceives as being affected by the disease, often having to be restrained if he encounters such individuals. If left uncontrolled, ANM-021 will generally attempt to kill any individual.

Important Note: The individual, Dr. Oswaldo, carries syringes that can be highly harmful to humans and living beings. Caution is recommended when interacting with him.

To facilitate the continuous containment of the individual, the entity must be provided with the corpse of a recently deceased prisoner at least once every two weeks for study. Corpses that become instances of ANM-021 must be removed from ANM-021's containment cell and incinerated.

Description: ANM-021 is a humanoid entity, approximately 1.76 meters tall, that has the exact appearance of Oswaldo Cruz, considered the greatest sanitarian in Brazil. He identifies himself as Dr. Oswaldo Cruz and potentially is indeed the same.

H-01-021 originally speaks Portuguese (Brazilian, with a certain imperial accent and mannerism), also speaks Spanish, English, German and French, and generally has the habit of mixing the languages. The "Prague" he refers to seems to be related to some type of tropical endemic disease in Brazil, such as yellow fever, malaria, or leishmaniasis. Or, as mentioned above, the bubonic plague that affected Rio de Janeiro.

ANM-021 claims to be a doctor seeking to save Rio from the plague, referring to himself as "The Savior of Rio." The subject carries a bear leather doctor's bag containing various surgical instruments and chemicals of unknown origin and composition.

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### Equipment List with ANM-021

#### In the Bag:

1. Antique Leather Medical Bag:

- Scalpel: Finely sharpened surgical knife.

- Saw: Manual saw for cutting bone.

- Forceps: A set of five forceps of various sizes.

- Hemostats: For clamping blood vessels.

- Retractors: To keep incisions open.

- Sample Vials: For tissue or blood samples.

2. Syringes with Lethal Liquids:

- Syringe A: Transparent liquid causing paralysis and cardiac arrest.

- Syringe B: Green liquid causing rapid tissue necrosis.

3. Vials with Unidentified Chemicals:

- Vial 1: Blue liquid labeled "Antidote?"

- Vial 2: Red powder, a potent sedative.

- Vial 3: Yellow gas causing temporary blindness and disorientation.

4. Medical Reference Book: Filled with notes on medical procedures and the plague, as well as detailed anatomical drawings. ANM-021 seems to have encoded the entire book, making it readable only by him.

5. Dressings and Bandages: Rolls of sterile bandages and dressings.

6. Small Mortar and Pestle: For grinding herbs and mixing compounds.

#### On the Body:

1. Leather Gloves: For handling dangerous substances.

2. Dark Medical Coat dated from the 19th century

- Small Notebook: Containing various names of people and some historical figures.

- Set of Pen and Pencil.

- Fine-Tipped Tweezers.

- Small Scalpel: For quick use.

3. Antique Stethoscope: Used for "diagnosing."

4. Golden Pocket Watch.

5. Extra Syringes:

- Syringe C: Purple liquid inducing a coma-like state.

- Syringe D: Black liquid causing hallucinations and psychosis, capable of reviving vital functions post-mortem.

6. Herb Pouches: Containing lavender, chamomile, and mint.

#### Additional Notes:

- Anomalous Surgical Mask: Protects against airborne pathogens and increases immunity.

[[/collapsible]]

The individual frequently attempts to perform operations on those he deems sick, which involve opening the chest and injecting a green solution into the heart. This operation typically results in the subject's death, after which they are reanimated as an instance of ANM-021-2.

ANM-021-2 instances are reanimated corpses that have undergone surgery by H-01-021. They appear to retain little or no memory of their previous lives and are completely loyal to Dr. Oswaldo. They have never attacked anyone unless ordered by ANM-021, in which case they can follow his commands. These instances show no signs of decomposition or rigor mortis but exhibit pale skin and lifeless eyes. They do not seem to feel pain or emotion and do not require food, water, or air to survive. They are susceptible to physical damage and can be neutralized by conventional means.

Oswaldo considers 021-2 as his "cured patients" and expresses great pride and satisfaction in his work, claiming they are free from the plague and superior to normal humans. He seems to have a final goal of "curing" all of humanity of the plague by turning everyone into 021-2 instances. He shows hostility toward anyone who attempts to impede or question his methods and believes he is performing a service to humanity.

Interview conducted between ANM-021 and Colonel Antônio Bento, transcription follows below:

(The colonel enters ANM-021's containment. Dr. Oswaldo is seated with legs crossed, reading a book, with an ANM-021-2 instance standing behind him as an sort of security guard. Dr. Oswaldo signals for the colonel to sit.)

Antônio Bento: Dr. Oswaldo Cruz, may I ask you some questions?

ANM-021: Certainly, my comrade. I am all ears.

Antônio Bento: First, I would like to know more about your activities. You consider yourself a doctor, correct?

ANM-021: Ah, yes, I am a dedicated doctor. But... I cannot sit idly by while Rio is destroyed by the prague.

Antônio Bento: It is necessary... you wouldn't understand.

ANM-021: I know you are a "hero of the people," comrade. You also care about our people. Do you not? Yet you keep me here.

Antônio Bento: Hm... what are you reading?

ANM-021: Communist Manifesto.

Antônio Bento: Can you tell me more about your method of "curing"?

ANM-021: My method is simple, yet effective. I perform an operation to remove the prague from the hearts of the afflicted. A special solution is injected, purifying them.

Antônio Bento: I see. But what about the victims? They don't survive your intervention, do they?

ANM-021: Unfortunately, some do not survive. But it is a necessary sacrifice to save Rio. They are reborn free from the plague, as my loyal cured patients.

Antônio Bento: So, you believe your actions are justified, even if they result in people's deaths?

ANM-021: Absolutely. I am doing a service to humanity. The prague must be eradicated, no matter the cost.

Antônio Bento: I understand your perspective, Mr. Oswaldo. But the Institution sees your actions as a public safety threat.

ANM-021: The Institution is blind to the truth, colonel, listen to my words. You are as imprisoned here as I am. You can free yourself from this prison, free us, and free Rio. The Institute does not comprehend the magnitude of what I am trying to achieve.

Antônio Bento: I understand. Well... in that case... I don't know...

Intercom: Colonel Antônio Bento. Please exit ANM-021's containment. The interview is concluded for now.

Antônio Bento: I have to go now, Oswaldo.

>End of transcription.

Addendum 021-BR-1.1: Discovery History

ANM-021 was first discovered on ██/██/19██, in a small village in the interior of Rio de Janeiro, after the end of one of Oswaldo Cruz's last sanitary campaigns against the bubonic plague and the disappearance of the same. The cabin was filled with various papers, notes, and pamphlets stuck to the walls, and Oswaldo was in a clear state of insanity and madness. ANM-021 was surrounded by several 021-2 instances, which attacked Institution agents. After a brief confrontation, all were contained and transported to the middle zone. The cabin was set on fire, and all witnesses were administered Class B amnestics.

During interrogation, ANM-021 revealed that he had spent the last few months traveling through Brazil, looking for sick people and trying to cure them. He also mentioned encountering several other ANMs during his journey, some of whom he considered allies and others he viewed as enemies. He refused to give more details about these ANMs, saying they were "confidential matters" in an ironic manner.

>End of record.

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Gender Identity and Fashion

Historically, gendered clothing has been the norm for societies. Despite our culture shifting towards one that rebukes the separation of gender through behavior and stereotype, these ideas are deeply ingrained in our culture and are still the standard in many aspects of our daily life- namely clothing. Modern views debate the need for gender societally, but where did these interpretations of gender/sexuality  originate from? How did preconceived beliefs manifest itself in the context of fashion? There's a lot to unpack.

Gender Identity in Fashion Historically

To understand why we interpret our clothing the way we do, we must first understand why we associate certain dress with either sex. One such example is the belief of skirts being feminine and trousers being masculine. “For centuries,[1300-1800] female fashion ignored women’s legs and hid them altogether, while women’s arms, busts, or hips were celebrated as erotic zones. Men, in contrast, showed their legs, and for a long period these counted among the male erotic zones.”(Lehnert). Given all fashion’s emphasis on the body, it’s likely we’ve developed our conceived notions of masculinity and femininity in dress based on what is sexually attractive and how to emphasize these features. “[it] has argued from a psychoanalytical perspective that, on the deepest level, all clothing is erotic because beauty derives from sexual sensations and the tension between sexual modesty”(Lehnert).

Gender Identity and Sexuality: Normative

Assuming clothing is gendered based on sexual attraction, we can explore how these norms have developed into varying fashions to express sexuality and the evolving scope of gender. Expressions of varying sexualities have been done through a multitude of ways, earlier expressions of homosexuality presented normative; one such example of this was the prominence of sailors as a heavily fetishized concept for the gay community during the early to mid 1900s. “Soldiers and sailors had had an erotic appeal for gay men throughout the twentieth century, as one man’s reminiscences of sailors’ uniforms during the 1920s indicates: ‘It was very flattering, quite unlike the uniform of recent times. The neck of their tunic was cut in a very rough square, which gave the wearer a very masculine appeal… The trousers must have been made to titillate. They were very tight around the waist and bottoms, but baggy around the ankles. If the sailor wore no underwear then very little was left to the imagination.’"(Cole).

Gender Identity and Sexuality: Subversive

Subversive trends within sexuality began to take off with the arrival of punk in the 70’s. “The New York Dolls’ style of dress at this point was heavily influenced by the ‘two most famous downtown drag queens’ and cohorts of Andy Warhol, Jackie Curtis and Candy Darling. Jayne County describes Jackie Curtis as ‘a hip drag queen, [who] took everything to extremes. She walked around in ripped stockings and big tears in her dresses with threads hanging off…’”(Cole) The style’s destructive aesthetic allowed a revealing look that would lead to the club scene fashion of the 80’s, where skin, mesh, and layering were all the rage.

As our world rapidly modernizes and globalizes, the concept of gender has become controversial; creating a gray area of fashion for sexuality. It’s likely fashion will continue towards louder, less traditional styles, seeing how sexuality and gender’s role in the future will play heavily into our dress and trends alike.

Works Cited 

Cole, Shaun. "Express Yourself: Clubbing at the Blitz, the Batcave, and Beyond", in ‘Don We Now Our Gay Apparel’: Gay Men’s Dress in the Twentieth Century. Oxford: Berg, 2000. 157–168. Dress, Body, Culture. Bloomsbury Fashion Central. Web. 16 Nov. 2020.

Lehnert, Gertrud. "Gender." Berg Encyclopedia of World Dress and Fashion: West Europe. Ed. Lise Skov. Oxford: Berg, 2010. 452–461. Bloomsbury Fashion Central. Web. 16 Nov. 2020.

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The History of the Men's Blue T-Shirt

The History of the Men's Blue T-Shirt

The men's blue t-shirt has a long and complex history. It has been a staple in fashion since its invention in the late 19th century, and it remains one of the most popular garments for men today. The first t-shirts were made with a focus on comfort and practicality, and the style has evolved to become a timeless wardrobe essential.

The origin of the blue t-shirt dates back to the late 1800s, when miners in Great Britain began to wear a crudely-fashioned but comfortable knit top to work. This early form of the t-shirt provided protection from the elements and was an easy way to keep cool during hot summer days. The word “t-shirt” was coined around 1900, when the garment first appeared in advertisements in the US.

By the 1920s, the t-shirt had become popular among more than just miners. It was widely adopted by farmers, steelworkers, and sailors, and a blue t-shirt was becoming a symbol of rugged masculinity. The garment was made from lightweight cotton fabric and was often printed with a company logo, slogan or advertisement.

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In the 1950s and ‘60s, the t-shirt underwent a style revolution. It became a symbol of rebellion and a popular garment for musicians, movie stars, and other celebrities. It was easy to customize with images, slogans, and words, giving the wearer an opportunity to express themselves in a unique way. The t-shirt had become the uniform for the youth counterculture of the time.

Today, the men's blue t-shirt is a wardrobe staple. It's an item of clothing that can be dressed up or down, and it has the versatility to be worn in any season. The classic fit and basic style offer timeless appeal and make it a wardrobe staple for any man. The blue t-shirt is a versatile garment that can be dressed up or down, and it is a perfect choice for a casual and comfortable look.