#Historical London

[fashionsfromhistory]

Sailor's Slops

1600s-1700s

Extremely rare survival of a shirt and breeches, called slops, as worn by sailors from the late 16th through to the 18th centuries. This unique set of loose, practical sailor’s clothing reveals life aboard ship. They are made of very strong linen to endure the hard, rough work. There is tar across the front from hauling ropes. The breeches are heavily mended and patched, which the sailor would have done himself.

The Museum of London (ID: 53.101/1b)

[freewebm]

Pedestrianisation of Soho: Past Challenges, Future Promise

[thenordroom]

Historic home in London / more pictures at the source

[galina]

An unassuming, almost missable entrance to The Rookery, a historic east London hotel, just a brass name plate and a small buzzer

[leahaart]

Soon after his escape, Edwin starts to learn about the things he’s missed.

[sealedintime]

Two ladies leaving a polling station, London, May 1929

[allthingseurope]

London (by Rolands)

[semioticapocalypse]

Lee Miller. Elizabeth Cowell wearing a Digby Morton suit. London. 1941.

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[weirdlookindog]

Boris Karloff in Tower of London (1939)

[freddieardley]

Lexington Street, Soho

Photographed by Freddie Ardley

[vox-anglosphere]

[7pleiades7]

The Execution of Lady Jane Grey (1833), (detail), by Paul Delaroche (French, 1797-1856), oil on canvas, 246 cm × 297 cm, The National Gallery, London

[elderberries-and-honey]

Dear Journal,

Daddy and I had a long talk, and last week I had my last day of school. He says I need to be brave and lead by example for my little sisters. He promised that if I do a good job, one of these days me, him and my sisters will do something special, just us four.

I will admit, though, I was quietly gloomy to be leaving. Daddy and Mommy sent me along with a note explaining the situation at home, and Ms Hoffman seemed awfully sad to hear about the news. She even allowed us ten extra minutes of recess on my last day.

I miss all of my friends back at school, but especially my two best friends, London and Gladys.

London is the sweetest boy in class, and the second smartest, next to Oscar. His Daddy is an engineer and is currently living abroad in America, helping build their railways; which London says is a 'VERY important job'. He also says someday, he'd like to study there but I try not to think about it too much because it would make me too sad to say goodbye.

My other best friend at school is Gladys. She is very funny and she doesn’t even care when Ms Hoffman threatens her with the ruler for talking too much! I think she is very brave for this. Her Mum and Grandad own the most popular bakery in town, Mrs Cole’s Bakery, and Gladys always brings Cozonac bread to share for the holidays.

London always insists on walking me home when Oscar and Atticus want to stay after school to play marbles with the other boys. He says he has no interest in games like that and would rather spend time with me, anyway, even when his friends tease him!

I asked Gladys about this once, and she got even more giggly than usual. She insisted that it's really because London has a crush on me! Oh, what a thing to say!

Even if Gladys is wrong, though, I don't think I would be sad. We are thick as thieves, no matter what. Which is why we have agreed to write each other letters and pass them back and forth between my brothers. I am still eagerly awaiting my first. 

- Florence Belle

[galina]

I love the idea of secret rooms and hidden spaces, so I instantly fell in love with this bathroom neatly tucked between two built-in wardrobes in our hotel room

[leona-florianova]

Illustration for Hellblazer fanfic Lights Out (by NAOA on ao3)

[sealedintime]

A little boy talking to the locomotive crew, Waterloo Station, London, 1923 - Photo by Johnson, Riddle & Co. Ltd., London