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[darkcranemedia]

As the natural world begins to slow down (for those of us in the northern hemisphere) don't forget to slow down a bit yourself. Take time to recover your energy and health. Relax. BB

[acourtoffeyandfables]

SCREAMING

[kitsunetsuki]

Irving Penn - Mary Jane Russell Wearing Traina-Norell & John Frederics, Vogue, April 1951, from The Vogue Book of Fashion Photography 1919-1979 by Polly Devlin (1979)

[zegalba]

Arne Norell: 'Ari' Lounge Chair (1966)

[5ftboy]

happy pride month (again) from norelle blaze (& her grandson, johan)

[norel-ravenclaw]

Ikepri fans, have you ever actually seen the kingdoms’ gems?

Rhodolite

Benitoite

Tanzanite

Achroite

Jade

[dozydawn]

[eirene]

Marilyn Ambrose as medieval bride in hooded ivory cape, over an ivory sheath dress, both by Traina-Norell.

Vogue, October 1943

Photographer: Horst P. Horst

[jkontumblr]

Secret

[thisflighttonight]

Woman's Afternoon Ensemble: Dress, Jacket, and Belt

1968

Designed by: Norman Norell (American 1900-1972)

Philadelphia Museum of Art

[voguefashion]

Linda Darnell wearing a corselet dress by Traina-Norell, photographed by John Rawlings for American Vogue, 1944.

[fght-ff-yr-dmns]

Currently Reading

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell By Susanna Clarke

Piranesi was one of the best books that i'd read in decades, so I decided to pick up Susanna Clarke's debut novel.

It's an absolute beast at 849 pages, so it might take me a while to get through, but I absolutely love her writing style.

I really hope this one lives up to my expectations, even though I have absolutely no idea what this novel is about. I'm going in blind.

[kitsunetsuki]

John Rawlings - Dress by Traina-Norell, Vogue, March 1, 1947, from John Rawlings: 30 Years in Vogue by Kohle Yohannan (2001)

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue January 1952

Janet Randy wears a white pique dress with every line, every stitch, every detail, a perfect detail – a little work of art in fact. By Traina-Norell.

Janet Randy porte une robe en piqué blanc avec chaque ligne, chaque point, chaque détail, un détail parfait – une petite œuvre d'art en fait. Par Traina-Norell.

Photo Clifford Coffin vogue archive

[milksockets]

'ensemble by norman norell, a/w 1972-3' in in america: a lexicon of fashion - andrew bolton + amanda garfinkel (2022)

[norel-ravenclaw]

Wires Crossed

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Featured characters: Alastor

Rating: sfw, one curse bc hello it’s hazbin

Word count: 525

Description: Alastor is tinkering on his vintage radios, and you catch a glimpse of something you weren’t supposed to see~

WARNINGS: | brief threat of murder~ |

Charlie asked you to bring some papers to Alastor for the hotel, so you head upstairs in the evening to drop them off.

As you stand by his door, you can hear him humming softly, smiling to yourself as you knock.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Alastor. Can I come in for a second?”

The door opens to you, and you step inside. “These are from Charlie. She wanted you to look them over.” You set them down on the table by the fireplace before you really look up to see where he is.

In the corner before the bayou begins, his desk is covered in vintage radios. He’s brought over a second lamp to illuminate his station as he tinkers away. But it’s the man himself that catches your absolute attention.

Sleeves rolled, jacket off, suspenders… As classically attractive as that all is, your eyes are drawn lower. What you see fills you with sheer delight.

A red and black deer tail peeks over the waist of his trousers, flicking occasionally as he works.

Your hand flies to your mouth to hide, well, any part of your reaction.

Noticing your silence, he looks over his shoulder. “What’s wrong, darling? Cat got your tongue?”

“Hm? O-oh, nothing. Nothing. Haha. Whatcha working on?”

He pauses to hold a screwdriver between his teeth while he struggles with something in the machinery. Taking it out again, he uses it to gesture at you. “You’re an adorably awful liar~ Why don’t you try again.”

You swallow. Shit. He’s not going to let you go, huh… “…you have a tail?”

He freezes, tensing instantly. You can practically see his hackles raising.

Said tail flicks in irritation.

Both hands now over your mouth, you can’t hide your stupid grin. “I’m so sorry. But it’s fucking darling~”

His smile strains with little effort at hiding his embarrassed annoyance. “Don’t tempt me to murder you.”

“You know what, it would be justified.” And hell, you could die happy knowing that was the last thing you ever saw~

He huffs a sigh and shakes his head. With a nod of his head, he gestures you over to the desk. “Come here for a minute. I could use a second pair of hands.”

You can’t help the bounce in your step as you go over to him.

More focused than you’ve ever seen him, he doesn’t seem to be in the mood for his usual theatrics, making your heart speed up. He uses the screwdriver to point to the wires he wants you to hold.

“Sure.”

His smile becomes dangerous as he grins at you. “Or maybe I just called you over here to electrocute you so you can never tell a soul what you just saw~”

You smile bashfully. “Vow of silence, I know. Sorry.”

He sighs at your only half heartedly repentant grin and rolls his eyes. Then he really does have you help with his repair efforts, explaining to you how radios work.

He would probably kill you instantly for acknowledging it, of course, but you can’t help but see out of your periphery that his tail wags slowly while you help him.

Want more Alastor or other Hazbins? Take a look at this, or check out my pinned post for the full list. Zestial, Angel, and Stolas posts coming soon! Request anything you want too!