#embroidered caftans

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Boho Chic Indian Kurtis, Cotton Tunics, Embroidered Clothing

Indian embroidered kurta are often worn as beach tunics, coverups or styled  with matching leggings and very comfortable as well as flattering to fuller figures. The relaxed fit and loose fitting tunics are great for travel and leisure wear. Team up a hand embroidered indian kurti with a loose-fitting harem pant for a casual outfit perfect for work or a casual day outing. Kurtas can add chic to…

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Bohemian Leisure Wear: The Charm of Kaftan Housedresses

For the true boho fashionista, a kaftan is more than just a simple piece of clothing; it’s an embodiment of a free-spirited lifestyle that thrives on comfort, style, and a touch of wanderlust. This versatile garment serves as a canvas that showcases the beauty of global cultures through intricate designs and rich, flowing fabrics.

A Wardrobe Essential with Global Roots

Each kaftan in your wardrobe can tell a story, acting as a vibrant souvenir of your worldly travels or as an artful piece that brings the spirit of distant lands into your daily life. These garments have evolved from their historic roots in the Middle East to become a cherished staple for fashion enthusiasts around the world. What makes the kaftan unique is its ability to blend tradition with contemporary style seamlessly.

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The Ultimate in Comfort and Elegance

A kaftan’s appeal lies in its effortlessly chic design. The flowing silhouette ensures comfort and ease, perfect for lazy afternoons at home or relaxed gatherings. Imagine slipping into a red floral housedress kaftan that feels like a warm embrace, brightening your day with its lively pattern and gentle, airy feel. The loose fit provides unrestricted movement while maintaining a graceful drape that flatters every body type.

Versatility Beyond Compare

Kaftans are the epitome of versatility. They can transition from casual loungewear to elegant evening attire with just a change of accessories. For beachside soirées or sun-drenched holidays, a long summer kaftan, made of lightweight cotton or silk, creates an image of bohemian sophistication. Pair it with a wide-brimmed hat and layered necklaces for an unforgettable look.

Patterns that Inspire Wanderlust

The magic of kaftans lies in their intricate patterns and bold colors, often inspired by the artistry and traditions of various cultures. Whether adorned with Moroccan motifs, Indian paisley, or Greek-inspired geometric designs, each piece speaks to the wearer’s love for exploration and appreciation for global crafts.

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A Reflection of Individuality

Wearing a kaftan isn’t just about fashion; it’s an expression of individuality. The variety of patterns, fabrics, and cuts means there’s a style for everyone, whether you’re drawn to minimalist neutrals or eye-catching prints.

In the world of bohemian fashion, kaftans are unparalleled for their blend of elegance and comfort. They allow the wearer to embrace a carefree yet polished style that feels as good as it looks, embodying the essence of boho-chic living—beautiful, comfortable, and endlessly inspiring.

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Sultans and Their Colorful Clothes + Safiye Sultan's berset caftan and gold embroidered pattern

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Woman of Algiers bearing her caftan nicely whose motifs are made of "sfifa" or also called "senta" or "senla" according to the different cities designating the stripes embroidered with gold thread.

Femme d'Alger portant joliment son caftan dont les motifs sont fait de "sfifa" ou encore appelée "senta" ou "senla" selon les différentes villes désignant les bandes brodés au fil d'or.

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Portrait of Thuraya, an Algerian Malouf singer from Constantine, in a traditional embroidered Caftan.

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Rating Star Trek TOS costumes because why not! (part 6)

Mirror, Mirror (2x04). So I know the Halkan council is kind of incidental to the plot of the episode - any other alien of the week could have served the same role - but that's no excuse for these lazy fits. I really only included them as an excuse to post this screencap of Kirk and Uhura. 3/10, try harder Halkans.

I already reviewed the Mirroverse uniforms in my first post but I didn't include Spock's outfit, which was a gross oversight on my part. Just look at him! The beard is, of course, iconic, but lets also appreciate the satiny fabric, the little plastic dagger attached to his sash and the gold trim on the collar. Go off king, 10/10.

I hate that color combo, which is a pity because I like everything else about the outfit. The high pony is my absolute favorite part, the TOS ladies serve such good hair. 8/10.

The Apple (2x05). These aren't costumes so much as a series of bad decisions. The bodypaint sits somewhere between "unfortunate spray tan" and "hatecrime", those scraps of burlap they've wrapped around the actors look itchy as all hell and I'm not sure who thought white makeup on orange skin would look good? The one detail I don't hate is the cut of the bikini top, it's kind of cute. I feel sorry for these poor kids, 2/10.

Catspaw (2x07). This is Korob and he very much dresses like a man with that name. This outfit is not too remarkable but I do like the sci-fi wizard vibe of it, especially the embroidered eye on the front. 6/10.

Okay so the wig is pretty bad but this is my favorite caftan to appear on TOS so far. Elizabeth Taylor but make her a space witch, 8/10.

Here Sylvia is showing off to Kirk that she can look any way he wants and uhhhhh. The first outfit is fine but the second one....... oh, boy. Did Kirk have a secret clown fetish maybe? 7/10 for the first dress, I like the train and the cut out on the front. 4/10 for the second and all four points are for the sheer audacity.

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Ancient Silky Moroccan Caftan & Bedi’ya (vest) Richly Embroidered, Tetuan, early 19th century

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Felix Yusupov on his meetings with Rasputin prior to the murder

A few days later, Mlle G.*, the friend who had first introduced me to Rasputin in 1909 invited me to her mother's house to meet Grigori Yefimovich, who wanted very much to see me again. Luck seemed to be on my side. I felt, however, a certain repugnance to deceiving Mlle G., for she could have no suspicion of my real motives in accepting her invitation. So the following day I went to the G.s' and arrived a few minutes before the starets. I found him much changed. He had become very fat and his face was puffy. He no longer wore a humble caftan but an embroidered blue silk blouse and full velvet breeches. His offensive familiarity and insolent assurance made him seem still more obnoxious than at our first meeting. On seeing me, he winked and smiled; then he came up to me and embraced me. I had difficulty in concealing my repugnance when he touched me. He seemed anxious about something, and walked nervously up and down the room. He asked several times whether anyone had telephoned for him; finally he sat down beside me and inquired about what I had been doing. He also asked when I was going to the front. I tried to reply politely, but his patronising tone irritated me beyond words. Having found out all he wanted to know about me, Rasputin launched out into an incoherent speech about God and brotherly love. I attempted in vain to make some sense of it and wondered if there was anything personal in his sermon; but the more I listened the more obvious it became that he himself did not understand what he was saying. While he held forth, I watched Mme and Mlle G.'s attitude of pious veneration. They drank in every word he said, and for them it seemed to hold some profound mystical meaning.

As Rasputin was fond of saying that he had the gift of curing all diseases, I thought it would serve my purpose to ask him to try his talents on me. So I talked about my health, complaining of an intense fatigue which the doctors seemed powerless to relieve. "I'll cure you," he said. "Doctors don't know anything... My dear fellow, I can cure anyone, for I work in God's own way, with divine remedies and not with ordinary drugs. You'll see for yourself." At that moment, the telephone rang: "It's for me," he said; "go and see what it's about." The order was given to Mlle G., who rose obediently without showing the least surprise at his imperious tone. He was right, the telephone message was for him. He hung up and, looking much perturbed, left in a hurry. I decided not to attempt to see him again until he himself invited me. I did not have long to wait. That same evening, Mlle G. sent me a note conveying Rasputin's apologies for leaving so abruptly. She asked me to come back the next day and to bring my guitar, at the starets' request, for he had been told that I sang and he wanted to hear me.

Once again I was the first to arrive. I took the opportunity to ask Mlle G. why he had left so hurriedly the day before. "Because he was told that an important affair was shaping badly. But," she added quickly, "everything has been put right. Grigori Yefimovich flew into a rage, he had to do a great deal of shouting; then they were scared over there and gave in." "Where is 'over there'?" I asked. Mlle G. hesitated but ended by unwillingly replying: "At Tsarskoe Selo." I learned finally that the business which had upset the starets so much was the nomination of Protopopov as Minister of the Interior. Rasputin's faction wanted Protopopov to have this post at all costs, while others advised the Tsar against it. It sufficed for the starets to go himself to Tsarskoe Selo to achieve success. Rasputin arrived in excellent spirits, and very communicative: "Please forgive me for my behavior yesterday, dear boy," he said to me. "What could I do? The wicked must be punished, and they have become very numerous of late." He then addressed Mlle G.: "I have settled everything, I had to go myself to the palace. When I reached it, I found myself face to face with Annushka. (*Anna Vyrubova) She did nothing but whimper and repeat over and over again 'We have failed, Grigori Yefimovich, you are our only hope. Thank Heaven you've come!' I was received at once. She was in a bad temper, he strode up and down the room. I raised my voice and they calmed down at once, particularly when I threatened to go away and leave them to their fate; they then agreed to everything."

We went to the dining room. Mlle G. poured out tea and offered Rasputin an assortment of cakes and dainties. "See how good and kind she is," he said, "she always thinks of me. And have you brought your guitar?" "Yes, I have it here." "Very well then, sing, and we'll listen to you." Making a great effort to control myself, I took up my guitar and sang a gypsy ballad. "You sing very well," he said; "you sing with a great deal of feeling. Sing something else." I sang some more songs, some gay, some sad. Rasputin begged me to continue. "I see you like my singing," I said, "but you have no idea how ill I feel. It's not that I am lacking in energy, I am not afraid of work, but my health does not improve, in spite of the doctors." "I will put you right in no time. We will go and hear the gypsies together, and your complaint will vanish as if by magic." I laughed and answered: "I've been there many times and never felt any the better for it." Rasputin also laughed. "It's quite another matter, my dear boy, if you go there with me. You'll have a much better time when I am with you. Come along, you'll see that everything will be splendid." He then told me, in much detail, how he spent his time when he went to see the gypsies, how he sang and danced with them. Mlle G. and her mother looked very uneasy. The starets' uncalled-for frankness embarrassed them. "Don't believe a word of it," they said; "Grigori Yefimovich is joking, and inventing tales about himself." This attempt to defend his reputation put Rasputin in such a rage that he banged on the table and started to scold the two ladies violently. They said no more. Then, turning to me, Rasputin said: "Well, are you coming with me? I tell you that I can cure you ... you'll see; you'll be grateful to me later on; we'll take her with us." Mlle G. blushed; her mother protested. "What's the matter with you, Grigori Yefimovich?" she asked nervously. "Why do you say such dreadful things about yourself, and why bring my daughter into it? She wants to pray with you, and you want to take her to the gypsies. It's wrong to talk in such a way..." "What on earth is the matter with you?" asked Rasputin, giving her an ugly look. "Don't you know one can go anywhere with me without sinning?" He turned to me again: "As for you, dear boy, don't listen to her, do as I say and everything will be all right." The idea of paying the gypsies a visit did not suit me at all, but, not wishing to refuse outright, I replied that I was one of the Corps des Pages** and that such places of amusement were out of bounds. Rasputin insisted; he said that I could disguise myself, and assured me that no one would hear of the outing. But I replied evasively and promised to telephone him later. On bidding me good-bye he said "I want to see you often. Come to tea with me. But let me know beforehand." And he slapped me on the shoulder several times with great familiarity.

My intimacy with Rasputin - so indispensable to our plan increased each day. But what an effort it was! I felt polluted every time I met him. I telephoned that same evening to tell him that it was impossible for me to visit the gypsies as I had to pass an examination the next day, and had to prepare for it. This was perfectly true and I had to cancel all my social engagements for the time being. Some days later, I met Mlle G. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" she asked. "Grigori Yefimovich is still expecting a visit from you." I accepted her invitation to go to see the starets with her on the following day. When we reached the Fontanka Canal, we left the car at the corner of Gorokhovaya Street and walked to number 64 where Rasputin lived. This was a necessary precaution for anyone who wished to avoid attracting the attention of the police who watched his house. Mlle G. told me that the policemen who guarded the starets were posted on the main stairs, so we took the back stairs to reach his flat. Rasputin himself opened the door: "Ah, here you are at last!" he exclaimed on seeing me. "I was beginning to feel really annoyed with you: I've been expecting you for several days." He led us through the kitchen to the bedroom; it was small and very simply furnished. In a corner, close to the wall, was a narrow bed with a red fox bedspread, a present from Anna Vyrubova. Near the bed was a big chest of painted wood; in the opposite corner were icons before which burned a small lamp. Portraits of the Tsar and Tsarina hung on the walls along with crude engravings representing Biblical scenes. We went from there to the dining room where tea was waiting for us.

Water was boiling in the samovar; on the tables were a number of plates filled with biscuits, cakes and nuts; glass bowls contained jam and fruit and other delicacies; in the center stood a great basket of flowers. The furniture was of massive oak, the chairs had very high backs, a bulky dresser full of crockery took up most of one wall. There were a few badly painted pictures, and a bronze chandelier with glass shades lighted the table. The flat had an air of middle-class solidity. Rasputin served tea; conversation flagged at first - we were constantly interrupted by telephone calls and by the arrival of visitors who were received in the next room. This incessant coming and going seemed to annoy him. During one of his absences a great basket of flowers was brought into the dining room; a note was pinned to it. "Is that for Grigori Yefimovich?" I asked Mlle G. She nodded. Rasputin came back shortly and, without a glance at the flowers, sat down by me and poured himself some tea. "Grigori Yefimovich," I remarked, "you are given flowers, like a prima-donna." He laughed: "Silly creatures these women, silly creatures who spoil me... They send me flowers every day, they know I like them." He then said to Mlle G.: "Go into the next room for a while, I want to talk to him." She rose obediently and left the room.

When we were alone, Rasputin drew his chair closer to mine and took my hand in his: "Well, my dear boy, how do you like my flat? Come to see me oftener, it will do you a world of good." He stared intently at me: "Don't be frightened of me," he continued in a caressing voice, "you'll see what kind of a man I am when you know me better. I am all-powerful. Papa and Mama listen to me, so you should listen to me too. I'm going to see them this afternoon, and I'll tell them you had tea with me. They'll be so pleased." I much disliked the idea of the Tsarina being told of my visit to Rasputin. I knew that she would immediately tell Anna Vyrubova of my newly made friendship with Rasputin, and that this would seem suspicious to her. Anna knew my opinion of the starets only too well, for I had discussed him with her. "Listen, Grigori Yefimovich," I said, "it might be better if you didn't mention it. If my parents knew that I came here they would be annoyed, and I want to avoid that at all costs." Rasputin agreed with me and promised not to say anything. He began to talk politics, and criticised the Duma: "They spend their time slandering me, and that distresses the Tsar. But they won't do it much longer. I'll soon have the Duma dissolved and send its representatives to the front. Then they'll see where their gossiping led them, and they'll remember me." "Tell me, Grigori Yefimovich, are you really powerful enough to dissolve the Duma? How would you go about it?" "Why, my dear fellow, it's perfectly easy; when you become my friend and ally, you'll be told everything. For the time being, I'll tell you this much: the Tsarina has a wise, strong mind and I can get anything and everything from her. As for him, he's a simple soul. He was not cut out to be a sovereign; he is made for family life, to admire nature and flowers, but not to reign. That's beyond his strength. So, with God's blessing, we come to his rescue." Controlling my irritation, I asked him in the most natural way whether he was sure of his associates: "How can you tell, Grigori Yefimovich, what those people want of you, and what their aims are? Supposing they had criminal intentions?" Rasputin smiled indulgently: "So you want to teach the good Lord what he should do? He hasn't sent me to help the Lord's Anointed in vain. I can't say it often enough: they would all have died if I hadn't been there. I stand on no ceremony with them; if they don't obey implicitly, I bang on the table with my fist, get up and go. Then they run after me, imploring: 'Don't go, Grigori Yefimovich, we'll do anything you wish, so long as you don't forsake us.' And that's why, my dear fellow, they love and respect me. The other day, I talked to him about someone who should be given a post, but he keeps on postponing the nomination. So I threatened to leave them: 'I'll go to Siberia,' I announced, 'and you'll stay here and rot all by yourselves. You'll lose your son through your own fault if you turn away from God, and then you'll fall into the clutches of the devil.' That's the way I speak to them; but I haven't finished my work. There are still a lot of bad people about them who spend their time whispering in their ears that Grigori Yefimovich is a wicked man who works for their downfall... It's ridiculous. Why should I want to ruin them? They are good and pious." "Grigori Yefimovich," I answered, "the fact that the Emperor and Empress trust you isn't enough. Surely you know what's said about you? You are most severely criticized in Russia, and even abroad the newspapers write about you disparagingly. That's why I believe if you really loved the Imperial family you'd go away forever. Otherwise, who knows? Someone might do you grievous harm." "No, no, my dear boy, you talk like this because you know nothing about it. God would not allow such a thing to happen, for it has pleased Him to send me to help them in their difficulties. I don't care what a lot of nincompoops write and say, I scorn them, they're only harming themselves."

Rasputin rose and walked about nervously. I watched him intently; he had become gloomy and anxious. Suddenly he leaned toward me, and gave me a long searching look. I turned as cold as ice, for I felt the tremendous power of his gaze. Without taking his eyes off me, he lightly ran his hand over the nape of my neck and, in a soft insinuating voice, asked me if I would have a glass of wine. I accepted and he fetched a bottle of Madeira, filled a glass for himself, another for me, and drank to my health: "When will you come to see me again?" he asked. At that moment, Mlle G. came in and reminded him that it was time he went to Tsarskoe Selo.

"And here I've been gossiping! I'd completely forgotten that they're waiting for me there. Anyway, there's no great harm done ... it's not the first time it's happened. Sometimes they ring me up on the telephone, I'm sent for, and I don't go. Later on, I turn up unexpectedly. Then they're overjoyed! My visits are all the more appreciated." He added: "Well, good-bye, my dear boy." Then, turning to Mlle G., he said, pointing at me: "He's intelligent, most intelligent, provided his mind doesn't get warped. If he continues to obey me, everything will be all right. Isn't it so, my child? Make it clear to him, so he'll understand ... Well, good-bye, come and see me again." He embraced me. As soon as he had left, Mlle G. and I made our way out down the back stairs. "There's such a comfortable, easy atmosphere at Grigori Yefimovich's," she remarked. "In his presence all the worries and troubles of this world are forgotten. Don't you think so? He has the gift of making one feel serene and peaceful." I did not want to contradict her. But I gave her a hint: "Grigori Yefimovich would do well to leave St. Petersburg as quickly as possible." "Why?" "Because someone will end by murdering him. I'm quite sure of this, and I advise you to exert your utmost influence to make him realize that he's in danger. He must go away." "Oh no!" She looked terrified. "Such a thing will never happen. God would not allow it. Do you realize that he's our only consolation, our only help? How right the Empress is to believe that as long as he stays here nothing can happen to her son. Grigori Yefimovich says so himself: 'If I am killed, the Tsarevich will die.' Several attempts have been made on his life, but God has kept him safe. He has become very wary now, and he is so carefully guarded that there's no reason to fear for him."

*this woman is never named, presumably out of discretion.

**in 1916 Felix Yusupov was undergoing military training at the Corps des Pages with the hopes of contributing to the war effort.

source: Lost Splendour by Felix Yusupov, chapter 22

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Mick and Keith as a slavic folklore creatures

Imp Mikola

- wears a gold nugget amulet (got it from Kita)

- cunning, can be quite mean when he needs to

- prefers to deceive non-peasants, as he considers this business childish from which there is no benefit and fun

- in itself is quite careless and harmless if he sees no reason

- likes to lead Christians astray, impersonating Veles, the pagan God of cattle breeding, convincing them of the "wrong choice of religion"

- always big festivities, knows how to present himself

- he wears a caftan only for convenience, in fact he loves expensive clothes

Werewolf Kita

- spends most of the time in animal form

- mostly unsociable, but in itself very sincere

- he wears a silver amulet with the Alatyr rune on his belt, and the runes of the Wind are embroidered with gold threads on his felt boots. is his handiwork

- close friend of Mikola

- unlike the imp, he has almost no contact with the rich

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egyptian fashion ideas I've had

Velvet melaya leff

Gauze tob sebleh and aba / other translucent materials for showing off clothes underneath

Coptic slippers incorporating tapestry woven fabric either over the leather as a decorative layer or as an extension to create a boot

Sirwal worn high at the knee to show off patterned stockings

Some muesums and recreations of garments indicate either sleeves or body of Coptic tunics may have been scrunched or gathered when worn because of the proportions; modern Coptic garments based on that could have ruching, pin tucks, pleating, etc, along the shoulder and/or sleeves

Aqbiya abd sidari with gold embroidery like how Khedival dress uniforms have (as well as other fancy garments but that's the search term that will most easily pull up what I mean)

Aqbiya with capelets

Yeleks and ladies folkdresses with engageantes. I've actually seen a few old photos of women wearing dresses like that but we should do it more- you could play with tulle bi tell to see if it behaves well for this too

Broad collars made of embroidery and with dangling tassels and further decorated pieces of fabric at the end of the ties

Turbans with elaborate silk flower pins

Khuzam with enamel, mother of pearl inlays, pearls as the beads or dangly bits, and takfeet designs

Honestly takfeet jewelry in general

Elaborately embroidered binish and djubbeh coats

Djubbeh with really full cut skirts, kind like some 1830s coats

Using Coptic nymph scarves (the art motif is called velificatio, and is much more wide spread, possibly influencing the pibo)

Khayamiya style applique on galabeya, skirts, etc

Aqbiya, yeleks, caftans, sidari, etc with evil queen/1890s medici collars

Aqbiya and yekeks with butterfly sleeves, longer in the back than the front perhaps

Lace yeleks

Belts with long pennants like what antique ghawazi belts have

Folk dresses with watteau back pleats

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As the friendly neighborhood sex witch, is there a specific garment you wear for officiating? I have a white caftan with embroidered red roses that I only wear when I'm officiating

nope! I try to wear whatever fits the vibe of the ceremony I'm officiating, which has ranged from a full-scale wedding with extended family and a professional photographer to a quick and dirty ceremony with no guests but the witnesses and some pizza to celebrate. the upcoming wedding is skewing heavily on the informal side as it's a happening for pretty stone cold practical purposes, so that warrants... I don't know, a nice sweater?

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Embrace Your Inner Free Spirit: A Guide to Bohemian-Styled Hippie Clothing

If you're someone who loves fashion that tells a story, exudes comfort, and showcases your individuality, bohemian-styled hippie clothing is the perfect expression of your personal flair. Whether you’re practicing yoga, attending a festival, or just strolling through a market, these garments offer a unique blend of art, culture, and sustainability that will make you stand out effortlessly.

The Roots of Bohemian and Hippie Fashion

Bohemian and hippie styles have deep historical roots that intertwine with the counterculture movements of the 1960s and '70s. Influenced by travelers, artists, and non-conformists, this fashion aesthetic emphasizes freedom, creativity, and a connection to nature. Key inspirations include global textile traditions from places like India, Morocco, and Central America, which lend their rich textures and vibrant colors to bohemian clothing.

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Sustainability and Bohemian Fashion

In an era where sustainability is more important than ever, bohemian fashion offers a beautiful alternative to fast fashion. Many bohemian and hippie clothing pieces are made from upcycled or ethically sourced materials, supporting artisans from around the world. Choosing boho clothing means opting for quality over quantity and investing in pieces that tell a story and stand the test of time.

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Bohemian-styled hippie clothing is more than just an aesthetic; it’s a lifestyle choice that celebrates individuality, freedom, and creativity. By incorporating these vibrant, eclectic pieces into your wardrobe, you’re not just making a fashion statement—you’re expressing who you are and what you value.

So, whether you’re on your way to a yoga session, dancing under the stars at a festival, or simply adding a touch of bohemian charm to your everyday attire, embrace your free spirit and let your bohemian wardrobe be a canvas for self-expression.

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Hümaşah Sultan (Vildan Atasever) — Magnificent Century Kösem Ep.19

Hümaşah Sultan's green and gold embroidered caftan

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The Imperial couple Tsar Nicholas II and Empress Alexandra.

The nearly 400 guests arrived in bejeweled 17th-century style costumes, created from designs by artist Sergey Solomko, after consulting closely with historical experts. Court ladies wore dresses embroidered with precious stones and kokoshniks (head-dresses) adorned with the finest family jewels, while the men donned richly decorated caftans and boyar-style fur hats. For the Romanov costume ball, guests took 38 original royal items of the 17th century from the Armory in Moscow to use in this 1903 extravaganza.