#Organza Embroidered Lace

[frostedmagnolias]

A bridal or reception gown

c. 1907-1909

“ivory silk charmeuse, the skirt and bodice applied with chemical lace, taffeta ruffles, gold lamé rosettes and bouquets of roses formed from coiled pink and organza ribbon, others of soft pink chiffon studded with rhinestones, with silver embroidered stems and satin ribbon bows, shirred and gathered silk to the waist”

Kerry Taylor Auctions

[the-fiction-witch]

Lady Ayrnn

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Daemon Targaryen Couple - Daemon X Reader Reader - Lady Y/n Ayrnn (Blind) Rating - Sweet Word Count - 1167

I stood in the chamber they had supplied us with, and I felt the warmth of the fire against the left of my face. Feeling the stroke of cold leather gloves of my handmaidens against my skin as they dressed me slipping up the soft cotton stockings from my toes to my thighs and folding them over at the top, they guided my hands above my head as they pulled down the silk shift the hem settling just below my knees and my wrists, softly sliding my feet into the slightly pinching shoes. I gasped as my corset was slipped onto me and tightly laced around me having to roll my shoulders to prevent my annoyed face, and the cotton petticoats quickly wrapped around my now thinner waist.

“My lady,” Melina my handmaiden spoke running her gloved hands on my own,

I nodded and ran my hands over the underdress selected for me feeling the dark blue velvet, and slowly I felt it being slipped down over me and down to my ankles, next were silver organza sleeves from my wrists to my shoulders slightly scratchy to the touch.

I ran my hand so slowly over my favourite part, my outer dress a deep blue button with metallic white and silver embroidered birds and moons. I slipped both arms through it and attached the metal clasp at the front of my waist, letting the skirt flow to my feet open to expose the velvet below.

Once this was on a maiden brushed my hair and pulled it into an intricate braid setting a blue and silver headband on top, while the others gave my dress small adjustments before finally attaching my dress front to a large velvet blue panel with my house sigil embroidered on it, slipping it into metal clips on my outer dress,

I sighed when their hands finally moved away,

“You look beautiful my lady,” Melina told me,

“Thank you,” I nodded as I took my stick in hand feeling the craved bird handle in the wood, “shall we begin?”

“Yes my lady,” My handmaiden agreed and I heard the doors to the chamber open,

“Take my arm, my lady,” Melina offered,

“No thank you, Today… I must walk alone,” I answered tapping her hand before I began my slow and tender steps tapping my stick as I walked making sure to learn each stone I walked on as I made my way through the unfamiliar red keep.

I walked as best I could being tender and tentative with every single step, I held my breath as I heard the doors be opened,

“Lady Y/n Arynn, Heir to the Vale, the Eyriee and gates of the moon.” The guard introduced “Betrothal to Prince Daemon Targaryen, Lord of Dragonstone and Heir to the Iron Throne,”

I began my steps making sure to keep my stick as hidden by my dress as I could even if I still needed it, my handmaidens followed behind me,

As I walked across the aged hall I heard gasps, whispers, and mutterings but I kept my chin high and walked.

I felt my stick touch the stone steps of the throne so I stopped and curtsied low almost to my knees but as I tried to push myself back up my stick slipped dropping onto the floor sending me tumbling down, I heard choked laughter from the others of the hall. But I forced it away and tapped my hand around the cold stone trying to find it, luckily I did. So I quickly got to my feet and brushed off my dress without assistance.

“Lady Arynn, your beauty proceeds you,” King Viserys spoke,

“Thank you, your grace. I am honoured to be in your presence and that of the Red Keep and kings landing,” I spoke up,

“Such a shame you cannot fully enjoy it,” He said,

I grit my teeth, “It is a shame your grace, but perhaps I shall enjoy elements others would not,”

“I imagine so my lady,” He said,

I heard heavy steps move closer and a callus hand stroke mine his skin was warm and even if his skin was hard and rough he moved it so sweetly, “It is a pleasure to finally meet you lady Arynn,” his voice thick with charm,

“Prince Daemon I presume?” I asked,

“You presume correctly,” He chuckled, “What gave me away?” “Lucky guess I suppose,” I blushed, “It is lovely to finally meet you,”

“Shall we go, speak privately?”

I nodded and held his arm feeling the leather of his doublet sleeve, as we walked I could imagine him dressed up in Targaryen red and black, his silver blonde hair long and well braided, he led me out to the courtyard and I felt the grass tickle my ankles, he took me to a small seat under a canopy from the sun we spoke of simple pleasantries until the conversation turned where I of course knew it would,

“... Forgive me,” he said, “I was unaware of your…”

“Most are not privy to it,” I admit,

“How much can you see?”

“I see some colours, some light, sometimes shapes depending on the light behind them,” I admit,

“But everything else?”

“Darkness.”

“I see,” He said, “How do you see me?” He asked,

“I don’t much, I can guess given what I have heard.” I blushed, “But… if I may?” I offered my hand,

“You may,” He said,

So I moved my hand to his doublet feeling the warm leather, stroking my fingers over the metal dragon clasps, running up his neck feeling the heat of his skin far softer than his hands, I ran across his jaw and up his cheeks being gently and trying to also be respectful of the man I just met as I trailed my fingertips and knuckles to learn the curves of his face,

“You see with your hands?”

“I more just… learn the shapes to visualize it in my mind,” I smiled as I stroked his hair noticing it was far shorter than I had imagined,

“And?”

“And?”

“What do you think of my face?” he asked and I could feel his smile against my hands,

I chuckled, “It… its very handsome,”

“I must say, you are very beautiful,”

I blushed, “Thank you,”

“All except your eyes,” He said,

My heart sank but I nodded my chin falling as I tried not to feel upset by his words, but his hand took my chin and pushed it up once more so he could better see my eyes,

“I think they’re gorgeous,”

“You do?”

“I do,” he nodded taking my hands in his and giving them a soft kiss, “The most unique eyes I have ever seen,”

“Thank you,” I smiled, “You uhh you do not have to worry..”

“About?”

“Our… our children it is not genetic,”

“I wouldn’t mind even if it was,” he said, “Then our children would be as beautiful as their mother,”

I did my best to hide my blush,

“You shall make a wonderful bride Y/n,” He cooed,

“I… I am sure you shall make a lovely husband Daemon,” I nodded, 

[anonymoushuman2]

And now into the dress they put Olivia Cooke in that I genuinely hate the most, the only nice thing I can say about it is the fabric is pretty, everything else about it is awful. The shoulders look strange, it mimics the dress Rhaenyra wears at the family dinner and when Vaemond dies, but it is clearly a very poor imitation. Again with the fucking sheer fabrics. It looks like the prom dresses you get if shein and wish that look nothing like the photo and only cost a tenner. It has a weird double princess seam thing going on and I hate it. The embroidered lace appliqué that starts on the bodice and creates the neckline looks like it was cut out from an embroidered fabric that is mostly sheer organza and then sewn on top of the already questionable dress. And on top of all that, the dress doesn’t even fit her properly. I do however like this belt, mostly, I like how the centre of it at least looks to be a butterfly, which if it is, is sweet because it links her to Helaena. I also just really like that bts photo of Olivia Cooke and Rhys Ifans, so enjoy.

[dozydawn]

“Yvonne chose a stunning selection of fabrics for her wedding dress in shades of red, gold and green. These included silk dupionis - embroidered and plain - crushed velvet, metallic organza and trimmings of antique lace.”

[thecursedprince]

Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Series: Alice Limited Edition Doll- Alice in Wonderland

Goodness! Alice is fashionably late for her very important date with the The Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Doll Series. Late because she is dressed to the nines in a wondrous embroidered couture costume with fine metallic detailing and eccentric accessories, including an oversized bow with train, layered tulle underskirts and White Rabbit face mask. It's a dream from which you might never awaken.Magic in the details

Fashionably late, fiercely on point! The Disney Heroes and Villains are here to make an impression. Not even a lost invitation from a royal courier can keep them from attending the show-stopping Midnight Masquerade. They've finally arrived, and they are owning this magical moment. The blend of mystery and moonlight comes to life in this stunningly sophisticated collection. Designed by Disney artists, these dolls are adorned with intricately crafted masks, featuring iconic motifs that capture the innocence of our heroines, along with the dark deeds of our villains. This is an event for fans and collectors alike you won't want to miss. Let the drama begin!

Limited Edition of 4,000

Includes Certificate of Authenticity

Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Series; Fashionably Late

Alice Collector Doll

Highly detailed

Poseable

Satin dress

Shimmering organza puffed sleeves

Picot trimmed neckline

Black gemstone ''buttons''

Embroidered metallic filigree with hearts and roses on skirt

Ruffled tulle underskirts

Belt with oversized faux seude bow, dual train and satin metallic print lining

Fine lace gloves

Moulded boots

Sculpted White Rabbit hand mask

Finely styled hair

Rooted eyelashes

Hair bow, choker and earrings

Display stand included

Comes in elegant window display packaging with ribbon ties and carry handle

Inspired by Walt Disney's Alice in Wonderland (1951)

Part of the Disney Designer Collection Midnight Masquerade Series; Fashionably Late

The bare necessities

Ages 6+

Polyvinyl chloride (PVC) / acrylonitrile butadiene styrene (ABS plastic) / polypropylene (PP) / polyester

Alice approx. 30.5cm H

Box approx. 42.5cm H x 27.3cm W x 14.6cm D

Imported

Item No. 416147921090

[bebemoon]

a look featuring my current favorite selkie dress | requested by @allthestoriescantbelies

selkie "the ivory carriage" voluminous organza gown w/ ruffled lace trim

simone rocha bell charm crochet ballerinas in silver

antique embroidered silk bridal bow, c. 192o's

penhaligon's "luna" eau de toilette

dilara findikoglu "boleyn" pearl choker w/ custom silver initial pendant

[elaine-of-shalott-blog]

BELLARA

Poisonous yet beautiful flower with a romantic, dark twist, like a black Chantilly lace midi dress adorned with wild forest embroidery and 3D bees and butterflies, adding a touch of ethereal mystery.

LILITH

An exquisite taffeta ball gown blending Renaissance elegance with a modern twist. Featuring a structured corset crafted from delicate crepon, adorned with Chantilly lace, and embellished with 3D iris flowers and butterflies, this gown evokes timeless beauty and graceful femininity.

SIERRA

An enchanting blend of nature and futurism, this hand-drawn butterfly dress dazzles in rich emerald green shades. The dress is crafted from hand-cut mirror sequins and beads, glisten like glass across the bust, evoking the delicate beauty of a butterfly. A daring high slit on the side adds an edge of bold sophistication to this breathtaking creation.

BLUEBELL

FAUNA

SELENE

SERAPHINA

CELESTE

Unveil the enigma of elegance with this deep sapphire masterpiece. Bold, irregular corsetry contrasts with voluminous taffeta sleeves, while a pleated puffy train adds a dramatic touch. The midi pencil skirt, crafted from delicate French Chantilly lace, is adorned with a cascade of handmade organza feathers, blending hues in a striking ombré effect. A bouquet of embroidered orchids and iris flowers blooms at the center, encircled by fluttering butterflies, bringing a whisper of nature's grace to this couture creation.

BOTANICAL ALCHEMY, Sara Mrad, Fall/Winter 2024-25 Haute Couture

In the shadows of a forgotten wilderness, where darkness once ruled, a new light emerges.

Our couture collection weaves a tale of nature's rebirth, where the wild and untamed transform into a vision of the future.

[mynameis-noe-body]

Wonderland Chronicles

Tarrant Higtopp (Mad Hatter) × Alice Kingsleigh

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete (one shot)

Summary: Alice and Tarrant get inspired by fruit juices and enjoy smutty time, all alone during a tea party.

Alice has seven, beautiful pieces of cloth — which is a very fine number, for clothes. And he knows about that, surely, he made them with his own magical hands, and his good heart, obviously. Tarrant loves to believe there's a little bit of love in every of his artworks and Alice's dresses are his most fabulous creations. She has two majestic, opulent suits — with long coat and embroidered pants — that she loves to wear during the most elegant nights at Marmoreal Castle, with Queen Mirana and the whole court. Then, there's her night gown, which is made of the finest silk — and Caterpillar knows that better than anyone else in the Underlands — and is of the loveliest shade of avory, as pale as the big moon in their night sky. She wears a lilac jumpsuit when she's about to travel through the lands on the back of the Bandersnatch, who's the most affectionate towards their Champion. And — last but not least — there are those three tea-lenght dresses, cut and sewn from long fabrics of organza, lace and tulle, painted of the most intense shade of cobalt, or vivid cerulean or perhaps light blue sky. Yes — every shade of blue is Alice: among the softest clouds and in the deepest water, everywhere there's a little bit of blue that reminds him of his pretty, pretty Alice.

Tarrant is the happiest as she comes at his door wearing one of those three dresses, because that means they are going to spend some time together, and that would be one of the best days ever (as any day spent with Alice is the most beautiful of them all). And that one is a very fine day. Time has fallen asleep somewhere, and it seems the sun itself has stopped in the middle of the afternoon to leave them happily bathed in his warm light; sitting on a big picnic blanket, the Hatter opens his wicker basket. «Come on — hop hop — time to jump out of the cupboard, little friends. We have a very important guest to entertain!» and suddenly, two small cups of fine porcelain and a puffy teapot pop up and land on the blanket. «Oh, good. Tea's ready.»

«I wish cups and teapots could make tea on their own in the Upland, too. I could not imagine Mother's surprise at this!» Alice says; her little smile is the extremely satisfying.

Tarrant, however, suddenly feels Sadness thighting her hands around his neck. «Why, Alice — are you already planning to leave? I couldn't bear it, honestly. You've just come back» to me, he would add, but he isn't sure how she would take that. Brave she is, yes, but sometimes too unfocused on her Muchness to see what truly happens around her.

She shakes her head. The yellow porcelain cup jump on the open palm of her hand and she sips the green tea. «No, Hatter. This time I've come back for good, I promise.��

And she had promised, many moons ago, that she had wanted to stay this time. Business were finally done and gone in the Upland, that very strange place had no more sense to her; evil people there, and no fun at all. Not for a woman, anyway. While there, they had valiant Queens and brave Warrior lasses. Tarrant had made her tell the story of how she had chased a dream through a painting to fall down there all over again; a big tableau on the wall above the fireplace, she had painted just little details here and there: a white rabbit, big scarlet mushrooms and singing flowers, two funny children in white and red stripes and — obviously — a Mad Hatter. And when she had seen them walking together down the green, grassy road, she knew she only had to reach out. She didn't even bother to say goodbye.

He smiles at the thought, and his eyes sparkles emerald. «Well that's the best news, Alice! Many things I desire to show you.»

«Tell me about that.» Alice lets the cup go, and lays on the blanket; her golden hair are scattered around her just-right-seized head as a mane, her pale, soft skin shines in the lovely light of the day, a sweet breeze blows on her cheeks and goosebumps runs on her chest. Nice breast — round and soft under her garments, plump as ripe fruits and oh-so sweet, he'd die so happy is he could just... if 'is greedy slurvish tongue could tast' ta' bonnie lass — nice 'n' slow, just a lil' bite — «Hatter!» she exclaims, and his eyes, which had become so purple just a few seconds ago, turns back green.

«I beg your pardon.» Oh — good Absolem and all his little caterpillars — those thoughts have been haunting him for quite some time now. He doesn't wants to ruin their friendship, but the Madness is getting stronger. Harder to control when she's around him. She smells like spring and cupcakes, and such lov— no, not again. «Right, where were we? Ah yes, our new adventures, dearest Alice. I plan to bring you to the Merry Lake, maybe fishing, and you'll need a new hat obviously! A nice boater with black 'n' white stripes. Then, I'll bring you to the Fairy Forest, to catch flying seahorses, and you'll wear a cartwheel — pink, yes! Or maybe just coral and blue. Oh, I must not forget, I still need to show you how to pick spurtberries!»

Alice laughs loudly. She sits up again, next to him and Tarrant isn't sure he's breathing again. Her scent is intoxicating, the warmest desire inflames his loins — dear, the gods couldn't compare her fine beauty — such a bonnie gurl, mmmh, yes, I wanna lick ta' lips 'n' bite her neck, luvely creature my Alice. Mine. Mine to tast' fffuck — «...a spurtberry?» her voice breaks into his mad mad head and he smiles back.

«I believe I'm distracted today, Alice, thinking about hats... A fez! Yes! Forgive me, love. What were you saying?»

He doesn't notice, at first, but then her cheeks turns of the prettiest shade of red, like two ripe, sweet peaches, and her eyes grow big and wide, her short breath on his face betrays some new emotion. He's so bewitched by her image — the tip of her tongue wet her lips, and he wants nothing more than to kiss her, and taste her, and let his mouth run down her skin of the neck to bite her there, and on the swell curve of her breasts — he forgets he's just called her love.

Alice's heart is thundering in her chest, but she doesn't know what do with it. Would it be so scandalous to touch him? She let her hand caress his knee, softly, with reverence. «What is a spurtberry, Tarrant?»

Oh, his name. Such a sweet sound on her lips. He closes his eyes — his iris are turning purple and it isn't good, very much not good — and he tries a smile. «Spurtberries! Yes, delicious. Wait, I may have some here» and he opens the basket again; his whole arm search for that plate deep inside the casket, as if it was as the deep as the heart, and finally he finds them. Round, bright red berries, as big strawberries, as round as blueberries and as sweet as currant. He takes one between his fingers and smiles. «Here, try it» he shows her how to bite.

And she bites. Her theet sink into the soft texture of the fruit while she hums her delight. It looks so innocent, his two slim fingers feeding her hungry lips and however, it feels so naughty and erotic — the way is index barely touches her lower lip, the moan in her throat as delicious juices flow down in her belly, that scarlet tint dripping down on the palm of his hand, and now on her chin too, and now — good gods, her white neck now painted in red. That single drop slides down on her skin, and slowly disappear behind the hem of the cobalt neckline. She has worne that dress, that one that shows so much of her fine body, and her think naked ankles; it wraps her like a previous gift. And her chest swells with fresh air, their dreamy gazes meet in mid air.

She barely breathes, and he knows now how their lips are just few inches away. Her sapphire eyes sparkle with want and desire. «Tarrant» she whispers.

«Yes?» — it pains him so much, please, he silently begs her, please I'm so miserable, my dear Alice.

«Don't you want to taste it, too?» and she smiles, teasing.

Tarrant smirks. «Yes.» And he kisses her.

Sure and firm his lips press on hers, and they catch fire. There's everything in that kiss, how they've missed each other, how deep is their need to belong, finally; they move together, the kiss depeens and their tongues make love amog their lips. It's slow and sensual, she's so sweet he thinks he could die right there, on the lovely softness of her mouth, listening to her little voice moaning his name. He growls. Gods — he hasn't felt this wild in a while, she inflames his desires. Hot, it feels so hot suddenly he aruptly takes off his cravat and unbutton his jacket, but that only turns on Alice's Muchness, for her bare hands grab the back of his neck, and his frizzy hair, and she takes him so tight — her mouth is so lovely open, her tongue slides over his upper lip and he snarls. Fuck. Yes. And he bites her, moaning her name, and suck lavishly on her tongue.

«Mmh — oh me' dear Alice, me' bonnie, luvely lass — lemme just, there, lemme taste your sweetness. Gods, lemme giv' ya everthin'» and he sucks on her neck. Her desperate cry of pleasure is the most perfect music. He's drinking on her, licking the purple trace of juice on her body, his tongue gliding down her naked chest. A kiss, another kiss. And he sucks, hard, leaving big red marks on her, if his name written on her skin. Her hands in his hair urge him; she's always been so greedy — his Alice — hungry for more, impatient and eager. There's no way he can open his mouth more or he'd swallow her all. He has to stop — he must. When he breathes into her breasts her scent fills his soul and he can just feel it, how hard he is. No pain has ever been so sweet. «Lemme luv you, lass. I want to tell you, how deep my live for you is, my Alice. Mine.» He presses his lips closed on her skin. «I will show you, luv — how I can give you the greatest pleasure with the tip of my tongue, and how you'll feel with my finger on your pretty, wet quim. Are you, Alice? Wet?»

It is, she is. Alice has no words, there's a hot warm feeling spreading between her legs and she's whimpering, begging him with wide, liquid eyes to touch her more, to kiss her more. Yes — those lips on her breasts feel so good, so soft and hungry. She embraces him, sliding her hand on his back; she just need so much of him against her body — more skin, more everything. «Off, Tarrant. Please, show me!»

They rip their clothes off: he takes off his waistcoat, his white shirt and he opens his breeches — it feels good, his hard clothed cock against her thigh as she fumbles with her gown. Avory long legs are now bare before his thirsty gaze. His fingers are rough, calloused on her skin and she squirms under his touch. Steady, yes — his Alice never wears stockings, or corset. Naughty, naughty girl. He licks his lips as a kitten in front of a delicious bowl of sweet cream. Her cream, yes, between her legs, on the soft flesh of her pink, virgin cunt. What a sight. «Do not be afraid, luv. Trust your mad, mad Hatter — for only good may come from such a sinful folly. Open your legs, open for me — yes, nice and wide my brave Alice.» He gently takes off his hat, and smirks maliciously as he sinks into that arousal.

He presses his lips on her wet flesh, kissing his way down her cunt; she suddenly whimper and whine, like a little cat begging for more. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands as her legs slowly open more, more, and she offers everything and every bit of pleasure she may give. Yes — she's gone for good, Madness has caught her finally, taken her to the warm ocean of lust in which she's drowing now. And it feels more than good. She was made for this. «Oh — Tarrant! More — God, more!»

«No gods here, love — just your faithful Hatter. Delicious, lovely Alice. Lemme ea'tis pretty pussie here.» Tarrant shoves his tongue inside her, there where sweet juices drips out of her sex and onto his lips, he licks and suck, and his skilled fingers caresses her most sensitive part. His thumb presses on that little bundle of nerves, her small clit, the lovely pearl between those pinky lips and she moans his name. Again. Greedy, ravenous, he's feeding on her — yes.

Alice grabs his hair, and finally starts to ride his face: she rocks her hips up and down, up and down taking everything, bucking into his hot mouth. More — she needs more, there yesyesyesyes. She's so empty, but of what she does not know. There something wrong, a void, and she's crying again for him. «Empty — so empty, Tarrant please! I need... I need —»

«I ken what ya need, luv.»

He lies on the blanket, taking her in his arm, kissing her cheek. His crotch humping against her thigh feels so good... And he can't wait anymore, two wide fingers thrust in, all the way in — inside her, so soft and tight, that virgin cunt takes him so well, it was made to be marked by his touch. And she arches her back so he can press into the perfect spot. «There, Tarrant!» and he knows what he's doing: come — his fingers sing into her soul, into her loins, turning on the burning flame of a sweet orgasm into her cunt. Licking his lips, he watches her losing control; her nails press deep in the flesh of his back, and can't help himself but wish to bring those scratches on his skin forever.

He bucks his hips against her, thrusting his hard cock on her soft hips, more and more, wetting his garments with precum and moaning in her ear. «Nngh — fffuck, Alice my luv, jus' like tha' — feel so good — good gurl.» And as she's rocking against the palm of his hand and his fingers shove deep inside, he's pressing his cock harder on her softness. It feel too perfect to last. There they are, shuddering hard as he sinks his theet on her neck, sucking another red love-bite, moaning her name — AliceAliceAlice — and she screams her pleasure, sobbing against his warm body, tears of happiness sliding down her pinky cheecks. Then, it subsides, slowly like the waves on the shore, and all that's left are their whispers of love. They kiss, barely pecking their lips, smiling happy together.

Tarrant eyes turns of the most intense, deepest green as she breathes against his neck, going limp in his arms. «Are you well, dearest?»

Alice smiles and reaches out to grab a little red Berry. She bites, scarlet juices dripping on her fingers; she let it slides on his chest — and he hisses, smiling knowingly. «Never better, Tarrat» she licks his neck. «But I believe now, it is my turn.»

[tina-aumont]

Teresita modelling pics from 1954

Photo 1: Teresita Montez modelling a design called "Rambeau" - Evening set. Light blue and silver brushed satin coat, trimmed with mink, over a hazelnut pleated organza suit.

Photo 2: Teresita Montez modelling a design called "Couperin" - Evening set. Light blue and silver brushed satin coat, trimmed with mink, over a hazelnut pleated organza suit.

Photo 3: Teresita Montez modelling a design called "Falla" - Short evening dress, made of white satin brushed with red roses.

Photo 4: Teresita Montez modelling a design called "Albinoni" - Evening dress, with black and white muskete embroidered lace, and black velvet bows.

Photo 5: Teresita Montez modelling a design called "Auric" - Dance outfit. Orange lace skirt, bronze lace body and turquoise velvet belt.

Teresita Montez modelling Jacques Heim designs called after musicians. Photos published at Spanish magazine "Ritmo, Revista musical Ilustrada", 1st December 1954.

From Biblioteca Virtual de Prensa Histórica.

[styleofdiamandis]

PHOTOSHOOT: FOAM MAGAZINE

If there was a way to sum up the "Electra Heart" era in fashion — I think this shot did the job

On July 7th, 2012 Marina Diamandis was photographed by JUCO for Foam magazine in Los Angeles. Glam by Amy Chance, hair by Aaron Light and manicure by Michelle Saunders.

Simple as it may be, this is precisely the look, the beauty, and the styling I would have selected for this shot. Powerful in its stark simplicity. 

For our first look, she wore this lime-colored slip dress ($295.00 - sold out) with contrasting black lace details from Emerson's Fall/Winter 2012 collection.

Jeweller Erica Courtney seems to have been assigned as the official bauble provider for this editorial, as Marina dons several of her pieces such as these white pearl, yellow-gold and diamond drop earrings ($31,700.00 - sold out).

For the next set of photos, Marina is posing on a bed while wearing Aussie label SHAKUHACHI's mint-green and pink lace block cut-out dress ($525.00 - sold out).

As in jewelry, the Greek-Welsh beauty rocked a pair of Jared Jamin's green flower and pearl drop earrings ($220.00 - sold out), along with Erica Courtney's platinum and diamond white pearl fancy charm necklaces ($10,000.00 - sold out) and 18k gold and diamond London blue topaz Zoey ring ($7,200.00 - sold out).

Marina completed her girly ensemble with these to-die-for metallic green penny loafer pumps ($275.00 - sold out) by Fornarina.

This retro-inspired look includes a vintage beaded and fringed cream pencil dress which was paired with the stylist's own sheer silk scarf and jewelry by Erica Courtney which included the Super Cool gold coin charm bracelet ($20,000.00 - sold out) and Pillow Top ring ($19,000.00 - sold out).

My favorite look of this editorial includes Marina wearing these apple-green and purple cut-out lenses – fruit of the collaboration from Prabal Gurung and Linda Farrow for Prabal's Spring/Summer 2012 runway!

I wasn't able to ID her outfit down but Marina wears yet another stunning design by Erica Courtney. On her, we can spot a blue topaz version of these romantic chandelier earrings with diamonds.

For the penultimate look, Marina posed outside while wearing her stylist's own beaded vintage cardigan on top of a vintage white silk blouse, and vintage grey leather daisies-embroidered belt sourced at Modern Vintage Today.

Her white and black polka-dot organza circle skirt ($450.00) was created by emerging designer House of Ronald.

This very feminine look was further enhanced with the Serefina Dagger stud earrings ($50.00 - sold out) and her aforementioned Fornarina pumps.

For the final look, things get bright and pink with this SHAKUHACHI neon-pink poplin blouse ($263.00 - sold out) which Marina paired with a vintage rose lace pencil skirt from Hot Mess Vintage.

The jewelry for this look is by none other than Erica Courtney and featured the namesake Erica diamond stud earrings ($11,000 - sold out) and Shayne pearl and diamond pendant necklace ($44,000 - sold out).

Last but definitely not least, Marina completed the look with these Kurt Geiger Spring/Summer 2012 white and pink perforated leather platform wedges!

[halcyonsteppe]

Explore Exquisite Lace Trims for Sale at Halcyon Steppe

In the world of crafting and textile embellishments, lace trims stand as timeless treasures that add an element of elegance and charm to any creation. Halcyon Steppe, a haven for creative souls, offers an exquisite array of lace trims for sale. From silk and cotton lace trims to intricately embroidered variations, satin and jacquard ribbons, and even laser-cut chipboard embellishments, Halcyon Steppe is your one-stop destination for all things ornamental.

Silk and Cotton Lace Trims: Elevating Elegance:

Silk and cotton lace trims are the epitome of sophistication. These delicate trims exude a subtle opulence that instantly enhances any project. Whether you're embellishing clothing, accessories, or home decor, these trims are a testament to timeless beauty.

Embroidered Trims: A Tapestry of Artistry:

Embroidered trims tell stories through threads. Intricately designed, these trims are a blend of art and craftsmanship. Adding depth, texture, and dimension to your creations, embroidered trims are a testament to the dedication and passion of skilled artisans.

Satin and Jacquard Ribbons: A Touch of Luxury:

Satin and jacquard ribbons are synonymous with luxury and refinement. These versatile trims are perfect for adding a touch of glamour to everything from gift wrapping to fashion accessories. Their lustrous sheen and intricate patterns make every creation stand out.

Sari Ribbon and Yarn: Weaving Dreams:

Sari ribbon and yarn add a touch of bohemian beauty to your projects. With their vibrant colors and soft textures, they are perfect for adding a touch of whimsy to jewelry, scarves, and textile art. These trims are a celebration of culture and creativity.

Laser-Cut Chipboard: Crafting Beyond Boundaries:

Laser-cut chipboard is a revolutionary addition to the crafting world. From intricate shapes to ornate designs, these chipboard pieces can elevate your projects from ordinary to extraordinary. They offer limitless possibilities for creating unique and captivating works of art.

Decorative Braids and Ribbons: Weaving Intricacy:

Decorative braids and ribbons are a testament to the beauty of detail. They can be used to accentuate edges, borders, and seams, adding a touch of intricacy and refinement to your creations. These trims are a blend of aesthetics and craftsmanship.

Belly Dance Costumes and Accessories: Dancing with Elegance:

For those who love the art of movement, Halcyon Steppe offers a stunning collection of trims for belly dance costumes. These trims are a fusion of tradition and creativity, allowing dancers to express themselves with grace and elegance.

Creating with Passion:

At Halcyon Steppe, every trim tells a story of passion and dedication. The array of products available caters to a diverse range of artistic endeavors, from the world of textiles to the realm of mixed media art.

Conclusion:

Halcyon Steppe is a treasure trove of lace trims and embellishments that inspire creativity and elevate craftsmanship. From the intricate beauty of embroidered trims to the luxurious allure of satin ribbons, every product reflects the essence of artistic expression. To explore the world of lace trims for sale and to infuse your projects with elegance and beauty, visit Halcyon Steppe and let your creativity flourish like never before.

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Fashion Week: Yanina Couture

SPRING-SUMMER 2024 PARIS - HAUTE COUTURE BACKSTAGE

(via Yanina Couture)

The YANINA house echoes the diverse beauty of women by narrating captivating tales through its "haute couture" collections. In the current season, Yulia Yanina's protagonist gracefully adorns wings, symbolizing resilience in challenging circumstances. The Phoenix bird's emblem is intricately embroidered with sparkling details, rhinestones, and ornamental feathers. 

Yulia Yanina's contemporary portrayal of the phoenix-woman not only emphasizes feminine delicacy and vulnerability but also celebrates the resilience and zest for life. Whether clad in a sophisticated suit or an elegant dress, the wings on her back enable the heroine to undergo constant rebirth.

"The story behind this collection is quite unusual. I created it lying in bed because I couldn't walk after an operation. I was drawing and thinking: 'What magic tool could help me and other women who have undergone difficult operations, illnesses, life dramas? What will make you want to live again, to get dressed? How can I cover their scars and allow them to soar again?"

The mythical Phoenix bird holds legendary status, characterized by its sacred nature, brilliant plumage, and the remarkable ability to emerge anew from the ashes after death. Originating in fire, it serves as a symbol embodying the vitality of life, the concept of rebirth, and the promise of new beginnings.

The collection incorporates the house's customary fabrics, such as velvet, romantic chiffon, fishnet, and organza, complemented by voluminous elements and intricate handcrafted embroidery by the skilled artisans of the house. Silhouettes draw inspiration from the graceful curves of the female body. While black takes center stage in the color palette, gold, gray, and white play significant roles. A radiant touch is added with the inclusion of fuchsia. Innovative feather embroidery technologies have been introduced for this collection, showcasing a variety of techniques in every meticulously sewn detail.

Delicate laces elevate the opulence of each model, infusing them with heightened femininity and an airy quality. In stark contrast, tailored black suits with pronounced shoulders are meticulously crafted for women exuding power. The elongated black suits offer a surprising length. The motif of the Phoenix bird gracefully traverses the entire collection, shimmering in silver on jackets, gilded on dresses, with wings gracefully unfurling and floating on bell skirts. The grand finale of the collection features elegant dresses paired with distinctive feathered coats in three distinct designs.

(via L’Officiel Monaco)

[irisopranta]

Some little Iris questions if I may?

Whilst we are on the topic of Iris' many wonderful outfits, I thought I would ask about them.

Has she had much occasion to attend formal or glamourous events so far in her adventures? Does she feel at home in such settings? Or a little self-conscious?

What kind of thing would she wear to such an occasion? Would she opt for something entirely for show, perhaps with voluminous skirts or featuring an abundance of lace and satin?

Or perhaps, even when she is attending such events, she ensures she has a concealed weapon to hand and enough freedom of movement to launch into combat should it be required?

Of course you may.

She's quite comfortable to going to such events. In fact you can say she gets real excited when she can attend them. There were a few times that Iris had a chance to attend formal occasions. Obviously, there was the banquet in Ul'dah that celebrated her victory on the Steps of Faith. However, she didn't wear anything fancy to that one due to Minfilia having a bad feeling about the whole thing she wanted Iris to be ready if something did happen. Iris was pretty disappointed because she would have loved to dress up for it. Probably made her dress if she had the time to do so.

Another time she had a chance to go to a formal occasion. This was an Ishgardian ball to celebrate the end of the Dragonsong War (in between 3.3 and 3.4). This time she was able to pull all the stops out. Not only did she have money from House Fortemps as a gift from the Count, she had more resources to get any type of material she'd wish for, and extra hands to help her make a dress.

As for her dress, she would make it an a-line gown with a sweetheart neck line and corseted bodice. The base of the dress would be an off-white silk. The neckline would be lined with a dark blueish organza that gently ruffles across the top and wraps off her shoulders. The organza will overlay the entire dress having a gradient going from a dark blue to a lighter blue. Silver flowers would be embroidered on the organza, tightly on the bodice and more spaced out on the skirt of the dress.

Iris would put her hair that is on her front and side in a pony tail. She'll pin it down with a hair stick, decorated with delicate silver flowers of course. She'd wear a drop necklace with various gemstones. She'd also have off-white gloves that go up her forearm. Her heels were simple off-white heels that are easy to dance in.

She didn't worry about having any weapons on her. Aymeric assured her she can relax as there will be plenty of knights to watch over the festivities.

Thanks for the ask @mimble-sparklepudding

[barbaraspinozzi]

🌿🤍💖💎🖤 From Dolce & Gabbana (Instagram) 🖤💎💖🤍🌿

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Guests graced the #DGAltaGioielleria event at Pettolecchia La Fortezza, Puglia, in head-to-toe #DolceGabbana looks:

Angela Bassett wore a white cordonetto lace column dress and silk chiffon robe from the #DGFW23 Runway collection, accessorized with an Alta Gioielleria white and pink gold necklace with "Paraiba" and "Rubellite" tourmalines and diamonds. Styled by Jennifer Austin

Maya Jama wore a crystal mesh dress with fringe completed with a white gold necklace with cross shaped pendant in pave diamonds.

Blanco wore a #DGSS24 Runway look composed of a black organza shirt with lace details and cotton wide pants with pleats.

Michelles Salas wore a one shoulder draped gown in white crepe completed with #DGRainbow earrings and a bangle composed of multicoloured sapphires.

Olivia Culpo wore a fully embroidered bodysuit in sequined fabric, finishing her look were black sandals and an embroidered mini #DGSicilyBag. Styled by Micaela Erlanger

Christian McCaffrey wore a navy-blue Sicilia-fit double-breasted tuxedo suit with peak lapels and details in silk satin and a Martini-fit tuxedo shirt. Styled by Micaela Erlanger

#DGCelebs #BeItalian

Photography Greg Kessler

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Description from the linked page:

This piece is a collaboration with, Nan Jacobsohn, my mother. The wedding train is composed of over 300 handmade doilies collected from women all over the globe, representing thousands and thousands of hours of making. Every doily is hand-stitched onto an ethereal organza oak leaf pattern. Entire wedding train is beaded and embroidered – representing the work of 12 additional women over a year’s time..

* Additional detail- the bridal train ‘stem’ comes up the doe’s back and around her shoulders, the two antique lace straps clasping together at her breast, with a white arrow piercing her chest- symbolic of her status as having been claimed.

The White Hind by Beth Cavener