#robe-chemise

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue February 15, 1970

Lynn Sutherland wears a shirt dress with fine navy stripes spaced over a white wool knit: flying white fringes. A Cadillac-branded wool dress, with its own chain bracelet. Bernardo sandals. Scarf by Elegant. Hairdresser, François of Kenneth.

Lynn Sutherland porte une robe chemise à fines rayures marines espacées sur une maille de laine blanche : franges blanches volantes. Une robe en laine de marque Cadillac, avec son propre bracelet en chaîne. Sandales Bernardo. Écharpe par Elegant. Coiffure, François of Kenneth.

Photo Norman Parkinson vogue archive

[iridessence]

floating around like it’s 1787

[michaelz56]

[digitalfashionmuseum]

Oil Painting, 1792-1793, Italian.

By Jacques Sablet.

Portraying a man in a grey striped suit and three girls in chemise dresses.

Musée Cantonal des Beaux-Arts Lausanne.

[gogmstuff]

What contributes what to a robe volant ensemble? Here it is.

c. 1734 A lady showing a miniature bracelet to her suitor by Jean-François de Troy (location ?). From tumblr.com/catherinedefrance 1274X1859.

[rudestmechanical]

playing the normalest girl in the world (silvia twogentlemenofverona)

[lours-postal]

2022 – 968, 940

[emcads]

costume nerd moment but the way i was going INSANE in the stream over miranda's 1940's housecoat combination sackback gown

[allthosestrangelittlethings]

Chemise à la reine

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue May 1974

Charly Stember is wearing a sleeveless white linen shirt dress. By Shannon Rodgers for Jerry Silverman, in Moygashel Linen.

Charly Stember porte une robe-chemise en lin blanc sans manches. Par Shannon Rodgers pour Jerry Silverman, en lin Moygashel.

Photo Mike Reinhardt vogue archive

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere knight who wants you instead of the princess.

Dead dove Do not Eat Tw. For noncon, MDNI, Fem pov

Yandere knight who has been training in the palace for a very long time. It's an honor for a commoner like him to even set foot into the castle walls, so he works earnestly.

Yandere knight who's been catching glimpses of not only the lovely princess throughout the years, but her handmaidens as well. You're a daughter of a somewhat lesser noble house, and therefore you have essentially been given to the royal family until you're eventually married off to another courtier.

But of all the noble ladies, who often ignore him, he finds you to be the most approachable and kind to him and the other squires. He's developed a bit of a crush on you over the years, and he eventually found it in himself to express his feelings. They were innocent and pure then, and he stood there blushing and awkward waiting for you to accept or deny. He would've taken a no from you. Really, he would have.

But then that pompous bitch got in the way.

The princess had you pulled away by her other attendants before you could answer, and she all but sneered at him.

"My maids are not for common rife like you to sully," she spat, a look of disdain carved on her delicate features.

Yandere knight who was deployed to the battlefront soon after. He spent years in misery knowing it was that royal woman's meddling that had both sent him here and stopped him from knowing how you truly felt.

Yandere knight who carved through foe upon foe with the flash of his sword while thinking of you. He would wipe blood from his face and wonder what it would take to have you. He resolves to become so renowned that he could have you and the respect he deserved all those years ago anyways.

Yandere knight who comes back as the hero of the nation. A parade is thrown for him upon his return, and flowers are thrown at his feet by the masses of people. He is awarded a noble title, a duke (impressive), a territory of land to manage, and the blessing to have the hand of any eligible lady in the land from the king.

The implication was for him to go for the princess, sitting there in a gown befitting of an engagement party. She wasn't the heir to the throne, and having a young, impressionable Duke to have and father a potential crown prince or princess was certainly a draw for her to act so sweet and lovely despite her previous attitudes. He had to use all the will in his body to hide his disdainful glare towards her. Instead, he strode up with a near giddy grin, breezed past the waiting royal, and knelt before you.

"[Name], I shall have you as my wife," He says with a beaming smile. You try to protest, but he's already sweeping you into his arms. The king seems surprised by his choice, but as he stares between Yandere Knight, lovestruck and beaming, and you, squirming and utterly shocked, he realizes that he cannot simply go back on his word. The king waves his hand, and your fate is sealed.

Yandere knight feels bad for not giving you a proper wedding. In fact, he feels bad about not taking you to your new home before he's pulling up your skirts. He's a dog, he knows, but you're just so tempting now that you're all his. He shoving you down onto the plush upholstery of the carriage seats, and you let out a startled cry.

Yandere knight who cannot claim he's chivalrous. He wishes he could, but he loves the way your breasts look pushed up so tightly in the laced bodice of yours. He lets out a groan, petting your hair and shushing you as you whimper under his wandering touch. Button after button becomes undone.

"Love, you'll never wear such stifling clothing again. You hear me? All robes and lace from now on. None of this nonsense," He murmurs into your skin. He pulled your corset and chemise from your body, and he pressed fervent kisses to the crook of your neck. He grasps at your breasts, kneading them experimentally. He's had time to experience women on the battlefield. A fling or two in some field on the outskirts of a freshly liberated village. He would think of you the whole time and imagine what he was latching his lips around the stiff peak of your nipple while a random girl cried out underneath him. But this was real. Your warmth beneath his much heavier form was on of the most beautiful feeling he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

He parted your legs, and he could feel you shy away from him. He laughed. As if you had a choice. He knew you would love him eventually, but for now you can't blame him for how ravenous he was as he felt between your shaking, parted legs. He smirked as his lips met yours. His fingers slid against your folds, gathering slick arousal on his digits with a curious hum. He grinds his thumb against your clit as he slowly pushes his way into your warm, spongy walls.

"Oh? Is it good there? Or here? Where, love? You gotta use your words," He teases and licks the tears rolling down your cheeks, peppering your soft skin with kisses. He feels you pulse and stretch around his hand, and he relishes the way your back arches when he curls his fingers just right against that sweet little spot. Desperate noises tumble out of you, and he smiles.

He pulls his fingers out, and you cry out at the sudden sensation. Your chest is heaving with small moans, and your pretty pussy is drooling onto the carriage cushions. He pushes your legs up to your chest for a better grip, and his shudders at the way your twitching feels against the head of his cock.

Yandere knight knows that, as he thrusts into you, he's going to enjoy the luxury of finally having you both under his body and under his control.

[digitalfashionmuseum]

Oil Painting, 1783, French.

By Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun.

Portraying Marie Antoinette in a white muslin chemise dress, yellow sash, and straw hat.

Met Museum.

[gogmstuff]

A few more from around 1730 (from top to bottom) -

1730 The Jones Family Conversation Piece by William Hogarth (Amgueddfa Cymru/National Museum Wales - Cardiff, UK). From Wikimedia 1200X932.

1730 Portrait of a Lady of the d'Hervart Family in a Yellow Dress, with Flowers in Her Corsage by Johann Rudolf Huber (Nostell Priory - Nostell, near Wakefield, West Yorkshire, UK). From artuk.org; slightly filled in shadows and slightly increased exposure 935X1200,

ca. 1730 Caroline of Ansbach, Queen of Great Britain, with her son the Duke of Cumberland by Herman van der Mijn (location ?). From Wikimedia 731X1196.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue June 1972

Lauren Hutton in a shirt dress, reds, whites and navy separates from Serbin Fashions over a plaid plaid. Polyester and cotton dress (Dan River fabric). Charles Jourdan shoes. Trifari watch.

Lauren Hutton en robe-chemise, rouges, blancs et bleu marine à l'aspect séparé de Serbin Fashions sur un plaid à carreaux. Robe polyester et coton (tissu Dan River). Chaussures Charles jourdan. Montre Trifari.

Photo Helmut Newton vogue archive

[joanna-lannister]

MARIE ANTOINETTE (2006) + Bath dir. Sofia Coppola Marie Antoinette's bathtub would be rolled into her bathroom by her servants and filled, bucket by bucket, with hot water. Once the linen-lined bathtub was full, the queen would add perfumes to the water. Marie Antoinette apparently used either a special herbal mixture that included salt, thyme and marjoram, or perfumed sachets of sweet almonds, pine nuts, and lily bulbs which had been designed especially for her baths by her perfumer. Like everything else in her life, bathing was not a private occasion. The queen would have an audience of servants and her closest ladies-in-waiting, all ready to jump to attendance. Because of this, Marie Antoinette wore a full-length gown of white English linen in her bath for modesty. If the queen chose to take her bath in the morning, she would often call for her breakfast and eat it there. Once she emerged from the bath, her First Lady of the Bedchamber would provide her with a sheet, holding it up to shield her while she removed her now-soaking linen gown. The sheet would be used to dry her. The queen would dress in an open chemise, then her robe and slippers. She would then travel back up to her rooms to be dressed. In her earlier years at Versailles, this would mean a full public dressing ceremony in front of those ladies with ‘rights of entry, though Marie Antoinette abolished the ceremony in her later reigning years. She would have her hair dressed publicly, then curtsey to her audience and retire to her private rooms to dress.

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