#madame chapeau

[beauty-beast-week]

Beauty and the Beast Week 2024 starts on the 23rd, and we’re counting down to the event with a silly Disney BatB poll each day.

*I'm purposely not including Forte here, because he canonically loves being an object, so that's cheating.

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[batbobsession]

I find myself thinking that it would be great if we had a baroque-style classical music fandom with little gilded edges and castles and everything...

...and then I remember that the Beauty and the Beast fandom is literally that and we have three straight-up musicians to write fics and theories about (Chapeau, Cadenza, Garderobe) and a half (because it's basically been accepted in fanon that Lumiere plays the accordion)

and how I have literally structured Chapeau's playing style around Antonio Vivaldi and Cadenza's playing style around Domenico Scarlatti/Frederic Chopin and I've written several fics that revolve around those characters playing music:

Shifting

Wooden

Nocturne

A Shadow's Tune

Opera

A Rare Gift Indeed

and I fall back on that from time to time and just remember yep it's me. I'm the music nerd that turned Chateau Villeneuve into a mini prodigy hall where music thrives despite an eternal winter and a complete lack of hands

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 7, 12 février 1899, Paris. Chapeau pour jeune femme. Modèle de Mme Colombin, rue de La Tour-d'Auvergne, 41. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

En paille gris feutre; la passe est entourée d'un ruban de velours noir; trois plumes: grise, blanche, noire, sont retenues par un fer à cheval argenté.

In felt gray straw; the pass is surrounded by a black velvet ribbon; three feathers: gray, white, black, are held by a silver horseshoe.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue February 15, 1950

An unidentified model wears a silk hat by Madame Andrée. Beauty note: Revlon "Touch-and-Glow" liquid foundation. Lipstick and nails, "Misty Coral by Revlon.

Un modèle non identifié porte un chapeau en soie par Madame Andrée. Note beauté : fond de teint liquide "Touch-and-Glow" de Revlon. Rouge à lèvres et ongles, "Misty Coral de Revlon.

Photo Constantin Joffé vogue archive

[dirklagast]

Madame Chapeau

[erinsvintageemporium]

On this day: 9th December, 1861

On this day: December 9, 1861

Fashion plate from La Mode Illustrée, signed Adam, Verdier and ME.

Caption within the plate reads:

Toilettes et Etoffes de la Maison Gay Fils., 2 rue de la Vrillière. Ceintures régentes de Madames de Vertus Soeurs, 36, Chaussée d'Antin. Jupons et Ganterie de la Vénitienne, 62 Chaussée d'Antin.

DESCRIPTION DE TOILETTES.

Robe en velours violet. Grand mantelet-châle en velours noir, entièrement garni avec une frange en chenille noire, très-haute et très-riche. Chapeau blanc, à passe rose, orné d'un oiseau de paradis.

Toilette de bal. Robe en taffetas blanc; la jupe est garnie avec cinq volants bordés avec deux rangées de chenille bleue d'inégale grosseur; corsage décolleté. Berthe de taffetas blanc garnie comme les volants de la robe. Coiffure composée d'une guirlande de fleurs et de feuilles en velours bleu. Sortie de bal en cachemire bleu formant un bournous double entièrement garni d'une frange en chenille bleue mélangée d'argent; le capuchon du bournous est formé dans sa deuxième partie, c'est-à-dire dans l'es- pèce de pélerine qui est taillée comme le bournous même, mais plus courte.

Ces deux confections ont été dessinées dans la maison Gay, rue de la Vrillière, 2; on y trouve un grand choix de modèles très-nouveaux et d'un caractère à la fois simple et élégant.

1861-12 LMI50

[mllenugget]

[3] Artfight revenge on La Madame Au Chapeau featuring Harley Armstrong

"In the future, the defense might want to think twice before making any statement"

[ekman]

– Et vous, vous êtes dans quoi au juste ? – Dans le réchauffement. – Ah c’est bien ça, non ? Ça a bien le vent en poupe cette histoire-là, non ? – Vous parlez de vent ? Nous, c’est tornades et typhons ! On n’a pas une minute à nous : fonte des glaciers par ici, stress hydrique par là, El Niño qui tempête dans le Pacifique, les ours polaires qui se noient dans l’Atlantique... La puissance éditoriale tous formats, les images en boucle... vous n’imaginez pas le boulot.

– Ah oui, quand même. Et vous Madame ? – Moi ? Oh moi je gère les épidémies mondiales. – Attendez... le … c’était vous ? – Oui, Monsieur. – Ahhhh, alors là… Chapeau bas, Messieurs ! Nous avons avec nous la personne qui a mis le monde sous cloche pendant deux ans ! – Vous me gênez. Le dossier était fort bien préparé, je dois dire. Un cas exemplaire de collaboration public/privé au niveau transnational. – Vous parlez le Mandarin alors ? – Oui, mais avec un fort accent texan.

– Et vous, Monsieur ? Vous êtes sur quel type de dossier ? – Moi ? Comment dire... c’est un peu dilué au début, mais ça finit généralement en apothéose. – Vous nous cuisinez, là ! Allez ! Dites tout ! – Tout ? Mais vous voulez ma mort ! Bon. Alors il s’agirait plutôt de faire bouger les gens sur des thématiques sociétales au début, et puis on redessine une carte politique à partir de quelques incidents, un peu de corruption, deux ou trois bavures bien mises en scène... bref, de quoi reprofiler les institutions en contrôlant progressivement la liberté de mouvement, d’expression, de transaction. – Je l’ai ! Vous, vous êtes dans les révolutions de couleur ! Un fond de CIA, quelques graines de Sorros, une bonne dose de LGBTQ+ et hop, c’est parti ! – Oui, c’est un peu raccourci mais je reconnais qu’il y a de cela. Et des dossiers pédophiles aussi – je me permets de rajouter cette info car c’est déterminant et ça dépasse mon seul champ de compétence opératif.

– Et vous jeune homme ? Vous ne dites pas grand chose. Quel peut bien être votre pré carré ? – Oh moi ? Je suis une compétence transverse. – “Transverse” ? C’est une nouvelle orientation sexuelle ? – Certes non. Je travaille un peu pour vous tous en fait.  – Voyez-vous cela ! – Je m’occupe principalement des médias. De leur contrôle, pour être précis. L’intitulé du poste que j’occupe est “Régulateur des Pressions”. Nous avons à notre disposition divers leviers que nous actionnons plus ou moins, isolément ou de façon groupée. Tout dépend du résultat recherché. – Des leviers dites-vous ? – Oui, c’est cela même. Pour vous donner des exemples, nous avons le levier “viols et attouchements” pour les vieux journalistes un brin trop rigides. Nous avons aussi “fraudes fiscales et revenus dissimulés” pour les patrons de chaîne qui se croient intouchables. Ou alors “bashing racial et harcèlement social” pour les présentatrices indisciplinées. Quand vous les contrôlez, vous avez un œil sur tout. – Je suppose que vous avez également la main sur les financements ? – Oui aussi, mais c’est une collègue qui s’en occupe. Les financements publics, les dettes effacées, les rachats convenus, c’est son truc ! – Eh bien nous vous remercions pour votre soutien zélé ! Franchement, vous nous aidez bien ! – Quand on peut rendre service... 

J.-M. M.

[divinaaugusta]

I´m curious to understand what led perfectly proper upper-class ladies of the mid to late 18th century to pose half-topless, especially when it comes to non-fantasy portraits. I wonder if this happened in pictures alone, or if it was equally usual in real life (as it was back in Agnes Sorel´s time). Not wanting to lie, I recently did a quick search and got something along the lines of "a suggestion of a nipple peaking through the decolletage being considered delicate and chic".

1 and 2- Duplessis, Portrait of the Princess de Lamballe (1780s-1792)

3- Vladimir Borovikovsky, Portrait of Elizabeth Grigoryevna Temkina, 1798

4- Jean Baptiste Greuze, c.1780, Le Chapeau Blanc.

5 - Marie-Victoire Lemoine, Portrait de Madame [Comtesse]de Genlis, 1781

6 - Jean-Marc Nattier, Marie-Anne de Nesle, Marquise de La Tournelle, Duchesse de Châteauroux, 1740

[selidren]

Printemps 1916 - Champs-les-Sims

6/9

Cléo a réagit comme je l'escomptais. Elle s'est drapée dans cette espèce de tristesse offensée qui lui donne ses airs de comédienne de théâtre et elle commente sa peine à longueur de temps sans pour autant accepter de parler clairement ou d'être consolée. J'ai beaucoup de mal à communiquer avec elle parfois. Elle s'enferme depuis tous les après-midis dans le bureau où elle écrit quelque chose qu'elle appelle son "journal de guerre".

Transcription :

Cléopâtre « Vous avez bientôt terminé ? »

Madame Legens « Aucune idée Mademoiselle, je ne suis pas mécanicienne. Vous devriez prendre un livre plutôt que de vous morfondre en en soupirant devant la cheminée. »

Cléopâtre « Je n’ai pas l’esprit à ça. Ma tristesse est bien trop profonde pour lire des histoires. J’ai besoin d’écrire mon journal, il n’y a que ça qui puisse me consoler. »

Madame Legens « Ne soyez pas si dramatique. »

Cléopâtre « Grand-Mère dit la même chose. Et si jamais c’est ma nature d’être dramatique ? »

Madame Legens « Vous êtes trop jeune. »

Cléopâtre « Je suis une petite fille que son Papa n’aime pas, j’ai des raisons pour être triste jusqu’à la fin de ma vie. Quand je serai une femme, je ne porterai que du noir et j’aurai un chapeau avec une voilette si épaisse que personne ne pourra voir mes yeux. Comme les dames en deuil. »

Madame Legens « Et c’est pour cette raison que vous avez cassé la machine à écrire de votre Papa ? »

Cléopâtre « Non, j’ai fait une faute de grammaire et en essayant de retirer la feuille j’ai entendu un clac et un grrrr. Et le touches ne pouvaient plus bouger après ça. Vous voyez Madame Legens, j’ai des raisons d’être triste. Je suis une petite fille mal aimée mauvaise en grammaire et qui casse le seul objet qui lui apporte du bonheur… *soupir*» 

Madame Legens « Je vois. J’irai en parler avec votre Maman. »

Cléopâtre « Si vous voulez. Elle ne peut rien faire pour moi de toute façon. »

[beauty-beast-week]

1 day left until BatB Week!!

Beauty and the Beast Week 2024 starts tomorrow, and we’ve been counting down to the event with a silly Disney BatB poll each day. Today is the last one!

Find more info about BatB Week here, and follow this blog to see all the creations as they are posted during the event week.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[ticenchantedtoc]

ok i want /all/ of the holiday fics but i DEMAND one using #2!!

Belle paced in front of the fireplace, hands clasped behind her back. Lumiere and Cogsworth exchanged nervous glances. Whatever was on her mind, there was no doubt that they'd be dragged into it.

She sighed through her nose. "Adam isn't coming to Christmas at my father's house— And I don't blame him! I understand that this time of year is hard for him, but my aunties already know I'm seeing someone, so I can't just show up alone."

"Well then, the answer is obvious!" Lumiere chimed in. "We simply dress someone up as Adam, and they would never know the difference!"

Cogsworth raised an eyebrow at him. "And who do you propose we send? You and I are both too old—"

"Hey!"

"Chapeau and Crane both don't talk, Fife would give himself a heart attack, Pierre would be a horrible first impression, am I missing anyone?"

"Hm, we could dress Babette as a man."

Before Cogsworth could make another sarcastic retort, Belle's eyes widened. "That... might actually work."

The days seemed to drag with anticipation, but when Christmas finally arrived, the ladies spent all morning getting ready. Babette borrowed a pair of Lumiere's trousers, though his shirt would sooner fit a coat rack than her. Instead, she tucked Adam's shirt into her pants and drew a small mustache with eyeliner. She turned from the mirror with a flourish.

"What do we think?"

Belle bit back a laugh. "You look like a combination of Cogsworth and Lumiere."

Babette laughed with her. "I'm going to pretend that's a compliment!"

"Thank you so much for this, Babette. Really."

"It's no trouble at all, mademoiselle."

Their ruse was worth it just to see the bewildered expression on Maurice's face when Belle introduced "Adam" to the family. One aunt made a remark about Babette's shirt looking a size too large; "Well, Madame, this style is all the rage in Paris, you know." The conversation spiraled then. Babette regaled the humble, woodsy family with (mostly exaggerated) stories about Paris and Versailles and royal galas and shining palaces. The hours flew in minutes, and suddenly, the aunts and uncles had bustled home, leaving only Belle and Babette and a very confused Maurice.

Light snow had begun to fail as they walked back to the carriage. Belle kissed her father goodbye, with a promise to tell him the whole story another night.

When they returned that night—a few hours later than they had planned—Belle was exhausted, and Babette was more than a little tipsy. They giggled at nothing, arm in arm as they trudged through the dark castle halls.

They stopped at the base of the stairs, and Belle yawned. "Well, I'm going straight to bed. You can bring Adam's shirt back in the morning; I'm not worried about it."

Babette raised her hand to her lips with a wink. "I bid you goodnight, mon amour."

And they erupted into giggles again.

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 14, 6 avril 1902, Paris. Chapeaux de printemps et d'été. Modèles de Mme Colombin, rue de La Tour-d'Auvergne, 41. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

No. 1. — Toquet en laize de paille loutre et linon. Ce chapeau, entièrement drapé de laize, est garni sur le côté d'un bouquet de cassis et roses thé, surmonté d'une aigrette de linon.

No. 1. — Toquet in width of otter straw and lawn. This hat, entirely draped in width, is garnished on the side with a bouquet of blackcurrants and tea roses, surmounted by a lawn aigrette.

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No. 2. — Toquet couleur sable. La passe toute plissée est brodée, sur tulle, de jolis motifs de paille; le fond, en feuillage velouté, se relève de côté par deux jolies têtes de plumes bleu-turquoise, une draperie de taffetas sable et bleu-turquoise orne le dessous du chapeau et tombe en un pan sur les cheveux.

No. 2. — Sand colored cap. The pleated pass is embroidered on tulle with pretty straw motifs; the background, in velvety foliage, is raised on the side by two pretty blue-turquoise feather heads, a drapery of sand and blue-turquoise taffeta adorns the underside of the hat and falls in a flap over the hair.

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No. 3. — Chapeau rond, dont le bord, tout en roses de différents tons, est voilé d'une dentelle pailletée de jais; un bouquet de roses avec cabochon en perles fines relève légèrement le côté de la passe qui est recouverte de tulle plissé noir; le fond, en paille rose, se détache sous un nœud de velours noir avec cabochon de perles fines au milieu.

No. 3. — Round hat, the brim of which, all in roses of different shades, is veiled with jet spangled lace; a bouquet of roses with a cabochon of fine pearls slightly enhances the side of the pass which is covered with black pleated tulle; the background, in pink straw, stands out under a black velvet bow with a cabochon of fine pearls in the middle.

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No. 4. — Chapeau tout en paille ombrée violine. La passe de ce chapeau, garnie d'une guipure crème (genre ancien), est traversée de deux barrettes de velours noir, se terminant sur le fond, fixées par un motif doré; un bouquet de chardons et roses nuancées garnit le côté relevé du chapeau.

No. 4. — Hat all in shaded purple straw. The pass of this hat, trimmed with a cream guipure (old style), is crossed by two bars of black velvet, ending on the bottom, fixed by a golden pattern; a bouquet of nuanced thistles and roses adorns the raised side of the hat.

[chicinsilk]

"Ligne Tube"

Pierre Balmain Haute Couture Collection Spring/Summer 1958. Marie-Thérèse presents the actress Olivia de Havilland and Madame Laura DeKay Houghton, the wife of the United States Ambassador to France; "Shanghai", an afternoon dress in silk surah printed in blue tones on a black background, large hat in turquoise blue baku with a grosgrain ribbon in the same tone decorated with a black eagle's knife feather. Pierre Balmain Collection Haute Couture Printemps/Été 1958. Marie-Thérèse présente à l'actrice Olivia de Havilland et à Madame Laura DeKay Houghton l'épouse de l'Ambassadeur des États-Unis en France; "Shanghaï", une robe d'après-midi en surah de soie imprimé dans des tons bleus sur fond noir, grand chapeau en bakou bleu turquoise à ruban en gros-grain de même ton orné d'une plume couteau d'aigle noir. Photo Jean-Philippe Charbonnier. (Paris, Pavillon d'Armenonville 25 février 1958)

[yourbespokeartisanalapocalypse]

He Cong photographed by Leslie Zhang for Marie Claire China, inspired by famous works of art.

Sandro Botticelli, The Birth of Venus.

John Singer Sargent, Madame X

Henri Matisse, Le chapeau de Paille.

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres La Grande Odalisque

Alexander Roslin, The Lady with the Veil.

Rene Magritte, Man in a Bowler Hat.

John Collier, Lady Godiva.

[batbobsession]

Positive-ish Things that Happened During the Curse

I feel that I’ve made a lot of posts about how terrible the curse was for the staff (I’m not mistaken in doing so, the curse was definitely bad for everyone) but that little voice in my head got me thinking: what if I made a happy post about it?  So without further ado, here are a few headcanons about the curse that will (hopefully) make you smile.

Chip teaches Froufrou some new tricks.  Garderobe and Cadenza had already taught him the basics, like “sit,” “stay,” “quiet,” and a few other general ones, but Chip decides that “roll over,” “play dead,” “hide and seek,” and a few other fun ones should be added.

In the first few days, Plumette and the other maids cleaned the entirety of the castle. Obsessively. And while this served as a healthy distraction, it was also a way to remind themselves that they weren’t forgotten. It was their own rebellion against the curse, and everyone thanked them for it. The only two places left avoided were the West Wing (for obvious reasons) and the East Wing, because Adam forbade anyone go near it after his mom died.

Cuisinier had control over most of the knives in the kitchen, and with some help from more mobile residents, he carved toys for Chip and Froufrou. 

Yes, telekinesis exists. Cogsworth confirmed that some objects are just objects, so I imagine Mrs. Potts can push her own cart, Lumiere can light every candle in the castle, Plumette and the other maids can control the sheets and pillows, Chip can use his saucer like a skateboard, Garderobe can make a dress with a thought, etc.

On the subject of dog toys, the Madame wasted no time sewing little trinkets filled with rice and beans from the kitchens. Though she couldn’t leave the East Wing, Mrs. Potts provided the necessary materials on her cart. It was through this love of crafting (and the precious dog, of course) that Garderobe and Cuisinier, the two stationary residents, became good friends.

They all became snow artists over time. Think about it: the whole castle is blanketed in an enchanted winter, which means an enormous amount of snow. As Lumiere put it, they were doing nearly nothing before Belle arrived. But I can imagine that the staff members--Chip, Chapeau, Lumiere, and Plumette especially--learned how to make the best snow-sculptures ever.

And for those who immediately call baloney on Lumiere being good at it because of his candles, he can and does put them out. And even so, you know you can form ice by melting away parts of it, right? Imagine him making abstract, curving shapes out of icicles, or beautiful, water-like patterns in ice blocks. 

Not to mention, any time Chip asks for a snowball fight, the team who has Chapeau with them always wins. And it’s unfair. But it’s fun.

There have been times when Chip has been buried in the snow. It’s all in good fun, but Chapeau insists on watching him every time. After all, porcelain/fine china can crack if exposed to enough cold.

There are some dogs out there that aren’t smart enough to recognize their own reflections, so I like to think Froufrou has no idea what’s going on. Like sure, his mamma and papà look different, but they smell the same, so what’s the big deal?

I think I’ve mentioned this in other posts, but during pre-curse times, Lumiere hosted little midnight parties with music and dancing. He keeps that up, obviously, and after the curse falls on the castle, those meetings descend into chaos (since the walls of the ballroom have playable instruments on them, and the maids can fly). Chapeau usually provides the music, and sometimes the maestro joins in (when he feels up to it--after all, he’s incomplete without his dear one). 

Cogsworth hates it, but has absolutely no say on the matter, because he’s outvoted by everyone else.

Lumiere could and did light candles from far away. Maybe it’s just the 1991 version knocking on my brain, but I love the idea of Lumiere just blowing out one of his flames and then having all of the candles in his vicinity flaring up instantly. You need a ballroom lit? Give him five seconds. Done.

Plumette and the other maids tested their wings. On a calm day, they just decided to see how high they could fly, and Plumette made it pretty high before the winds picked up. The quest to find her around the castle grounds was pretty funny...for everyone but Plumette. And Lumiere. Poor thing went cold with worry. 

Of course they found her, and of course she wasn’t hurt, but from a bird’s-eye perspective, seeing the staff scramble to “catch the maids” just makes me laugh so much.

Under Mrs. Potts’ strict instruction, Chapeau taught Garderobe and Cadenza Adam’s favorite lullaby, the one his mother sang to him when he was little. If the Beast slept inside the castle, whoever was closest, and whoever was awake, would play it for him. He’d rage and silence them if he was awake, so in that way, his mother visited him in his dreams. It was a sign of the servants relearning to care.

The first big reunion with the beast and the servants was a few weeks into the curse: 

For the first few weeks, the Beast was so filled with self-loathing he would avoid the staff on a daily basis, killing things in the forest and eating them, like a real animal. Once Mrs. Potts and Chapeau found out that this was what he got up to when he left, Cogsworth nearly had a stroke and put his foot down. The Beast was doing the exact opposite of what he was supposed to be doing; disappearing into some wild thing was absolutely unacceptable. 

They didn’t pull out every stop. To do so would mean pretending like nothing was wrong, and they weren’t about to start that. But they made him dinner--a childhood favorite--and locked the doors of the castle, forcing him to eat what they made. They hovered, out of striking distance, but present in case he needed them. 

He ate. He trudged up the stairs to the West Wing. Looked at the rose. And cried. His first good cry in years, one that eventually lulled him to sleep. 

He never missed dinner after that. 

tagging @lumiereswig and @lumiereandcogsworth​ because I feel they’ll enjoy this