#silk hosiery

[thejazzera]

Marjory C. Woodbury, McCallum Silk Hosiery, 1920s

[amityhosiery]

[the1920sinpictures]

1925 c. Hand-colored pochoir ad print for Gotham Silk Hosiery Company, signed by Hoffe. From Art Deco, Avant Garde and Modernism, FB.

[detroitlib]

View of an advertising card for A.W. Lowell, depicting a woman knitting in front of fireplace. Cat plays with a spool of thread. Printed on front: "Florence. The soft finish peerless knitting silk." Printed on back: "Jas. Lowrie & Sons, a full line of dress goods, ribbons, lace, hosiery and gloves always on hand. Nos. 150 & 152 Woodward Avenue, Detroit, Mich. We recommend 'Corticelli' spool silk."

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

[uneeorchidee]

personal style inspired by film noir

Film noir is mostly known for it’s two achetypes — femme fatale, and to a lesser degree, the girl next door. Inspired in 40’s and 50’s, it’s style is made of sharp lines, silky and form-fitting pieces. Alluring, mysterious and always moving with elegance and determination, everyone knows of the femme fatale. I picture a beautiful girl wrapped in long coat, dark sunglasses and stiletto heels, and a sillage of lovely perfume worn on her wrist like a sparkly bracelet.

The silhouette is cut by two horizontal lines, enhancing the waist and the shoulders. It’s usually done by high waisted pants/skirts, and dresses that are tied, wrapped, cinched or cut at the waist. The neckline is either in a sleeveless sweetheart type of style to show off the shoulders, or in a closed/v shape necklines with padded shoulders, creating that sharp line across them. Also seen in more casual type of outfits are long flowy wide-leg pants, or suits. They can also be made out of softer materials to give a sultry touch to the look, rather than androgynous one. This style is more monochromatic and minimalistic in it's colours, patters and layers, but it's always feminine and luxurious, accessorized with elegant details. Some of the go-to pieces are – silk or sheer blouses, balloon sleeves, peep-toe heels, velvet pieces, furr, structured/trench coats, diamond jewelry, long form-fitted/slit dresses, high-wasted pants and suits, sheer hosiery, dark sunglasses, hats/veils, gloves. Actresses to find inspiration from – Gene Tierney, Lauren Bacall, Ava Gardner, Veronica Lake, Rita Hayworth, Barbara Stanwyck

colours – since it was filmed in black and white, the colours had to be bold and with a lot of contrast. deep colours, mostly different shades of black, white, red, green

hairstyle – side parted, lots of volume, with sleek continuous waves framing the face, today known as the hollywood waves

makeup – defined sharp brows, long lashes with minimal eye makeup, lined lips and red lipstick

film noir outfit inspiration

sultry, red lips, enhanced waist, silky dresses, elegant, alluring, sharp lines, wavy hair

[mote-historie]

Malaga Grenet (Julio Málaga Grenet), McCallum Store Advertisement, Lithographed advertisement for the McCallum department store features an art deco-inspired illustration of a woman at the store's hosiery counter, while other shoppers walk past, 1920.

1925 Ladies Home Journal McCallum Silk Hosiery Ad.

[whocookedthelastsupper]

“If an individual female worker was bad at something, it was proof that womankind as a whole should be paid less. Just look - these womenfolk can't do the job like a man!

But now, simultaneously, the exact opposite was being argued: if a female worker was good at something, it was proof that women should be paid less. Whatever her aptitude for the task, it was taken as proof of why she should earn less money. The trick was always to define anything a woman excelled at as a ‘naturally feminine attribute'. She simply couldn't help but have a biological knack for closing the toes of silk stockings, programming computers or looking after the elderly.

It isn't uncommon for society to fall back on this reasoning when it comes to careers in elderly care and childcare. We see women come into these jobs and do them well without a great deal of formal training. So we take that as proof that the jobs are "low skilled' and therefore shouldn't be well remunerated. If, on the other hand, a man is 'naturally good at some-thing, it often becomes an argument for the exact opposite: for why he should be paid well.

In those nineteenth-century hosiery factories, much was said about the male workers' 'skills. The female workers, meanwhile, were described in terms of 'speed' and 'accuracy, and the tasks they excelled at were presented as an extension of their nature. They remained passive objects that merely happened to have quick or accurate fingers. Bodies that all but worked by themselves.

The man, meanwhile, was an active participant in his work in a quite different way. He learned things and became 'skilled'. So it comes as no surprise that economic logic promptly demanded that he also be better paid.”

- Katrine Marçal; Mother of Invention

[femmefatalevibe]

how do you get monica belluccis vibe (with short wavy hair)?

Use nourishing shampoo/conditioner with a leave-in, anti-frizz conditioner. Let your hair air-dry

Apply ultra-nourishing facial moisturizer to the skin with SPF

For makeup: Use a satin-finish foundation with medium to full concealer underneath to cover imperfections; apply a golden brown bronzer as a contour and a pearly-highlighter to the cheekbones& high points of your face if not oily (tip/bridge of nose, cupid's bow, chin, middle of forehead); Fill in your brows so they look full but natural with a match brow pencil/powder shade; Create a grey-brown smokey eye with a golden bronze/taupe eyeshadow as a base on the lid with a smokey grey in the crease and black shadow on the outer corner(if desired); Apply a thin layer of black liner to the top of the eye with a subtle, classic wing and to the water line/tight line (inner rim); FInish off the lips with a matte or satin finish pink-brown lipstick (or a "your lips but better" hue)

For clothing: Tailored black wardrobe staples in high-quality fabrics – sharp wool/leather/silk blazers, crisp moto jackets, Pima cotton tops or silk camis/blouses, cashmere/leather bodysuits, tailored straight-leg or bootcut black trousers/denim, black slip dress/bodycon knit or heavy-fabric dresses, long tailored black coats in wool, leather, or silk with accents of black lace/red/leopard print

For accessories: Statement crystal, pearl, or classic chunky necklaces with sleek black heeled boots or pumps with a pointed or almond-shaped toe, black tights & hosiery

[yakuzacanons]

boys and their kinks pls?! 😳👉👈 who's the kinkiest of them all 🥵

Sweating nervously but also hell fuckin yea, major NSFW below the cut so if u ain't 18+ I best not catch you looking down there.

Also, going out of town until next week, I will still be able to post some but it'll be at a much slower rate so thanks for your patience in the meantime! Love y'all and I'll be back in full next week.

Kazuma Kiryu

Loves shower sex. Honestly, any sex involving some form of getting physically wet appeals to him. Bathtubs, hot tubs, sex on the beach, he's down as long as you guys don't get caught, especially by the kids at Morning Glory.

Majima Goro

Lots of people see Majima as the king of kinks but it's just that he's open minded. Actually isn't into knife-play, as he sees it was a weapon for slicing up enemies, not for using on his romantic/sexual partner. Loves to praise you and be praised. Would let you peg him if you asked very nicely. Doesn't mind tying you up but isn't a fan of being tied up himself.

Saejima Taiga

He's got a thing for fucking you against walls while holding you up. It's some kind of showing off of strength thing for him. Into biting you and doesn't mind if you return the favor, although he prefers when you dig your nails into his back or into his arms during sex.

Akiyama Shun

Likes being blindfolded. Secretly into office sex but can't get away with it often enough to really bring it up much. Also would totally lick whipped cream off of you if you let him. A total sucker for any kind of lingerie or hosiery. Wasn't sure about hair pulling at first but the more he tries it, the more he likes it.

Tanimura Masayoshi

He's a little embarrassed at how obvious this is but he's into handcuffs. Prefers to put them on you as he's pretty used to doing that but will allow you to cuff him too. Wants to try out spreader bars at some point in his life. If he's super cooped up at work, he really enjoys phone sex.

Ryuji Goda

Really into edging, both giving and receiving. Has a lot of stamina so he can afford to edge or be edged for a long time as it would take a while for him to be done with sex anyways. Has a few items laying around, like silk blindfolds and leather whips, but has yet to try them out. He thinks the idea is hot though. Loves garter belts especially. Particularly interested in the art of shibari.

Nishikiyama Akira

Has the BIGGEST most giantest praise kink in the whole entire world. Loves kissing with tongue and totally goes nuts if you drool into his mouth. Total freak in the sheets, although he seldom shows this side in public. You can bite him but don't slap him, please. Hair pulling is fine though.

Daigo Dojima

So shy to admit it but he has a pregnancy/breeding kink. Daigo's always kind of knew he'd have a family eventually given how important family has always been to him but he's not ready for one yet, so in the meantime it's a great bedroom fantasy. Also loves car sex, will totally have sex with you in his private car. Very Beyonce's Partition of him.

Mine Yoshitaka

BDSM king, has quite an arsenal of toys and is very well educated on them. Biggest believer of making sure his partner has a good understanding of BDSM before ever trying it on them, as it's only fun for him if it's fun for you too. Loves making you beg. Will give you a pearl necklace if you're okay with it. Wants to try wax play someday.

Tatsuo Shinada

Honestly down with most anything but he does enjoy with spanked. Also has a pretty big praise kink. Desperately wants to try some form of outdoor sex, like on a rooftop. Most likely of all of the boys to take you to a love hotel. He finds the setting to be a turn on in of itself. Loves things like roleplay or costumes.

BONUS ROUND

Nishitani Homare

Actual knife-play kink. Also will choke the hell out of you. Type of guy to put his hand over your mouth to silence you. Wants you to get loud as hell. Overstimulation king. The most likely person to send you nudes, so don't open your phone in public when he texts you.

Tachibana Tetsu

Office sex. Any hour of the day. That's it, that's his favorite thing. Loves to tease you at the office too, probably the best at subtly teasing you in public in general. Into gagging, both giving and receiving. Fond of ball gags in particular.

[ae-neon]

Cresseida x Eris Drabble

Sometimes, Eris wondered if it had been Cresseida born to Autumn, not him.

She moved with a practiced grace that all at once threatened and beguiled; with hair like aspen, skin like mahogany, eyes like honey and a tongue like a silver blade - she was Autumn personified.

Which made it all the more comical when she sneezed so hard, Eris thought her corset might pop open.

They stood in their bedroom, already dressed to attend the evening's ball but - as they had made a habit of - allowed themselves time alone before setting out.

The habit had been born out of the conspiratorial nature of their marriage, but now, months later - even with most of their troubles solved, or deceased - they had not made any moves to break from the routine.

His mouth quirked, almost smirking as his wife frowned, hands smoothing over her intricately embroidered bodice, as if she too worried it might have ripped.

Eris glided across the room, to the vanity she had flooded with pearls and shells, to find the vial of medicine he'd asked the royal healer to concoct to combat the temporary stress on Cresseida's summery constitution.

She blushed when he approached with it, still embarrassed at the difficulty she was having. But a few drops and her senses would be soothed for half a day at least.

She'd gotten a rash the first week in Autumn, not used to wearing velvet, wool and fur. So Eris had ordered her undergarments and hosiery of summer silk to protect her skin.

She'd lost weight a month later. And he had ordered lemons, pineapples and mangoes to be made into desserts.

They were, to him, small and almost insignificant actions but they had changed the way the Princess saw him, softened her in some ways, moved her to see him in a light beyond ally, beyond possible friend and lifetime companion.

The idea of a wife was something Eris had had a complicated relationship with. From before he'd been old enough to truly understand it, he had rejected the notion of living the way his parents had. The rejection had been a violent thing born in fear and had caused him to act out, even at the expense of another.

With time, he'd come to accept the idea of a ward of sorts, an asset if not an ally.

But this, whatever it was, was something he had not let himself imagine. Not quite love but rooted deep in him, blooming quiet and unseen.

He moved to place a white fur stole around her, matching her hair but contrasting beautifully with her brown skin and the blood orange dress she wore.

He dipped his head, slow but not hesitant, to place a kiss at her shoulder as he clasped his arms around her and let the heat of his body rise as it pressed against hers.

Then another at her neck, resisting the urge to suckle and bite when he felt as much as heard her sigh.

It made her blush when his hands and eyes lingered like this. The reactions alone would have been interesting enough to encourage he continue, but the truth was he'd become accustomed to her. He found himself wanting her more and more, even just in presence.

It felt natural, felt right, to reach out, to bring her near and share his warmth. To seek her opinion beyond the next steps of allying with Winter or adding a regiment to the southern border.

They had begun to turn to each other with barely veiled exasperation during their difficult dealings with what remained of his father's loyalists. Sighs building in synchronization. Chuckles and nicknames for the rigid old fools now passed between them as easily as plans for the integration of border towns did.

And they sought tentative approval in each other and felt budding pride at how, as time went, smiles came easily, victories built into noticeable change and the distance between them seemed to burn away.

She was not of Autumn and perhaps she would always be chased by chills, but Eris knew now that Cresseida would seek his warmth to ward off the cold, and that he would be waiting with open arms every time she did.

*

It's not much but I had to do something, everyone has been so nice, building this ship from the ground up with me.

Inspired by ideas from @feynessupremacy, @katymckateface as well as this art by @kvitkapaporoti1

[aworldofpattern]

Alison Oliver at the Met Gala 2024, wearing custom Loewe.

Crystal-embroidered trapeze coat, train, and hosiery boots in brown silk duchess satin with a patchworked lining of 16th century garments and fabrics.

[amityhosiery]

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[the1920sinpictures]

1924 Ad for Real Silk Hosiery.

[samanthahirr]

Hosiery Habit Headcanons

Bond washes his socks by hand, every day. Every pair of socks, no matter where he is, whether at home or on a mission. He learned in the Navy that you can never have enough pairs of clean socks (he will never speak of that month-long assignment to the rain forests of Guatemala EVER), so he religiously washes his used socks each night before sleep and lays them out to dry before he packs them away in the morning.

Felix introduces Bond to his pair of lucky socks on their first joint mission. On a Sunday morning, when Bond dons thick wool socks for their hike through the Andes, Felix slides on his lucky socks and sends his thoughts heavenward for a much-needed victory. That night, when Bond points out that Felix’s lucky socks let them down—their mission having fallen apart spectacularly—Felix checks the score on his phone and scoffs that they made two interceptions in the final quarter and won by 7 points. Bond gives him a queer look. Maybe Bond doesn’t believe in sports rituals, but Felix will do whatever it takes to support his favorite team; even if he can’t attend in person, he’s not gonna let the Saints down.

Moneypenny wears plain hose at MI6 (with the exception of her monthly, when she wears the pairs with extra tummy shaping), nude with no embellishments. Although there was one memorable holiday party when she purchased and wore a pair of full-fashioned stockings with the seam up the back that caused quite a kerfuffle. There were so many collisions and bruises amongst the staff attributed to her hosiery that HR had to request that she restrict their use to extracurricular occasions only.

Tanner makes a point of dressing appropriately and not drawing undue attention to himself. However, he has a sizable collection of novelty socks courtesy of his children’s gifts over the years, and he takes comfort in having a piece of his home life with him when at his stressful job.

Q is not a morning person and, as such, can’t be arsed to tell the difference between navy and black when getting dressed before dawn. He doesn’t give a shit whether his socks match his trousers; he has more important concerns on his mind, thank you very much. And outside of the office, he avoids socks altogether; barefoot in loafers or trainers is his preferred style.

MI6 Medical released an emergency advisory in 2019: No toe socks in the office! The infernal footwear became all the rage in 2018, and they did no harm so long as staff wore proper footwear to protect their feet in hazardous areas. But when a Q Branch technician reported to Medical limping badly, staff were appalled to find that he’d shoved his toe-socked foot into a colleague’s borrowed footwear to enter one of the more hazardous labs, and the toe-sock seams had cut off circulation to more than one toe over the course of three hours. Never again!

Alec learned early in life the importance of blending in and conforming to expectations. It earned him a reputation for being steady and dependable at the orphanage and later in the Navy. One of the easiest ways to conform was to mimic the styling of the most respected person around you. At school, it was the head boy. In the Navy, it was his commanding officer. And at MI6, it’s Bond, whose style is the fiddliest to imitate. (Those bespoke suits cost a bloody fortune!) Most obnoxious are Bond’s favorite silk-blend socks, which are nonabsorbent and require delicate washing. But Alec bides his time, keeps in line, wears the damn socks, and passes himself off as a loyal operative while he makes plans for his eventual defection….

Mallory dated a peer a couple decades back; a handsome fellow who cut a very fashionable figure. Mallory has some fond memories of their time together, as well as a keepsake set of platinum cuff links…and an unfortunate kink for sock garters. Mallory resolutely doesn’t own or wear any himself, but he’s aware that Bond and Trevelyan wear them on occasion. He does his best not to think about that when they’re seated across from him, their trouser hems riding up their ankles, eyeing how taut their socks are pulled, and wondering.

Madeleine has always hated the cold, and Altaussee is a bleak wasteland of tourists and ice. Her office, with its impractical exterior glass walls, is always two degrees lower than the interior rooms, and her usual hose doesn’t keep her ankles warm enough for a full day of listening to billionaires’ midlife crises. She’s taken to keeping a pair of double-layer cabin socks under her desk, and she kicks off her high heeled pumps and slides the cozy socks on overtop her hose every time she has an appointment in her blasted icebox of an office. 

The sweaters that Q’s cats wear are cozy. The sweaters are warm. The sweaters feel like safety and Q’s gentle fingers sliding them on. But once a year, there is more. There are hats. There are strange collars. And there are socks. The socks are the enemy. They are confinement. They are slipping imbalance. The socks slide on like punishment for imagined crimes. Q lifts his cats and places them on the cat tree. Q coos, “Don’t you look precious.” A shutter clicks, and his fingers are no longer in the way, no longer trying to stop the inevitable. The socks are prey. They must be destroyed. Long claws pierce them. Rend them. Teeth dig in, merciless, and shake them limp. Dead socks taste of cotton victory. “Sorry darlings,” Q laughs. Surely Q will learn from this. There will not be socks again. “Not for another year,” Q promises.

[plain-as-pandemonium]

I've been wondering about Bedelia and food. I don't think she is someone who enjoys cooking, or even knows how to cook. So, what do her eating habits in her normal life look like? Does she go out to eat? Have food delivered every day? Employ a personal chef? Live off of frozen meals?

hi, and thanks for this ask! (which took me a minute to answer, soz) thing is, i wanted to review the scripts of the show for this, because the topic of bedelia and food is one i really want to talk about.

this got long lol

we know very little about bedelia's eating habits from the source material. in fact, we see her eat only 4 times on screen:

the veal dinner with hannibal [s1e13]

the oyster dinner with antony dimmond and hannibal [s3e1]

dinner with the Albizzis, where Hannibal prepares coratella con carciofi for their guests and serves bedelia a platter of oysters [s3e3]

post-coital munchies (escargot) with Hannibal [s3e5]

i'm not counting the time they had sogliato for dinner (hurr hurr) because we don't actually see bedelia eat anything on that occasion. (am i forgetting any other instances? lmk)

so essentially, the only time we ever see her eat on the show, hannibal has prepared the food for her. interesting, right? and all we can glean about her eating habits is she's willing to eat veal, and later oysters and snails, if someone prepares them for her.

importantly, from the beginning of s3, she tries not to eat anything with a central nervous system, which i view as her drawing a line with hanners: "i'll eat your food, as long as i know it's not people". which, fair.

it's also worth noting, i think, that bedelia's completely insane house has a pretty sweet kitchen, but in the scene where jack crawford comes to visit her, that kitchen is surgically clean. does she even cook in it? who knows also, in that scene why is she wearing a silk blouse, pencil skirt, hosiery and high heels just to hang round the house by herself??? bedelia, girlfriend, have you heard of yoga pants?? sweats? nah? nah

all of this to say, the field on this one is totally open. all headcanons are valid when it comes to her eating habits. my personal headcanon is that bedelia deliberately did not learn to cook growing up because she knew it would be expected of her as a woman and she had other plans. she only learned to cook after she and hannibal parted, as a way to remember her time with him. she learned more from him than she ever let on and uses some of his techniques, though she's not a great cook. like, it doesn't come naturally to her. (she's otherwise too powerful; i have to nerf her somehow)

unlike hannibal, she doesn't have a problem eating in restaurants, and she's even happy to dine alone.

alternatively because she's an eminently practical personality and i see her as valuing efficiency, i could easily see her, in her pre-canon and s1 life, using a meal service where healthy ingredients would be delivered to her and she put the meals together herself. she can afford it, and it saves time and food waste, so why not?

i'd love to hear other people's headcanons concerning bedelia and food!

[uncannychange]

Haunt or Hoax: The Investigation Chronicles

As boys, Benjamin Payne, Henry Beaufort, and Gill West watched and laughed together at all the old “ghost hunter” programs on the Travel Channel.

Now, years later, they had gotten into their heads the idea of doing a latter-day version of that sort of thing on Patreon, only they would play it all as the foolishness it all was.

The series title was to be Haunt or Hoax: The Investigation Chronicles, with Benjamin and Henry as the stars and Gill as the cameraman, sound guy, and editor.

For their first episode, they found out about a huge, creepy old house in the North East that had been unsaleable for almost one hundred years because its original owner had been the head of some kook cult in the 1920s. They and his followers would get together and with the use of “essential salts” and some jibber jabber called up the spirits of people from the far past.

“It's just the kind of crapola that people eat up with a fork!” said Henry. Let's go!” said Benjamin and Gill, and they did.

After making arrangements and paying a fee, they were let in the indeed very creepy but still surprisingly sturdy old house, where they would be let to record for three full days and nights, especially nights.

The three entered what turned out to be a picturesquely decayed but otherwise dull empty old house.

They knocked about on the first two floors with Ben and Henry vamping and mugging for the camera as hard as they could, but knowing none of it would be impressive.

“It's a Good thing I dug up all those pictures and things from back in the 20s about the kooks that used to hang out here. I’ll just use them to spice up the footage,” said Gill. Yeah, we’re going to need something,” said Henry. This is getting rank.

Then they came to the single heavy door leading to the third floor, which the person renting them their short stay said was sealed with no key, so forget about it.

Benjamin knew how to pick locks, and so did.

There, the three found enough to be sure they had just saved Haunt or Hoax: The Investigation Chronicles.

Weird, creepy old furniture, drawings filled with symbols on the walls, and leather-bound books, along with a shelf lined with glass jars with a handwritten note saying “essential salts” and the big prize, a table on which sat a cloudy crystal ball in the middle of the room!

“Jackpot!” said Gill as Benjamin and Henry busied themselves, checking everything in the main third-floor room.

It didn’t take long for Benjamin to find a dusty old book open to a passage reading “On invoking the Salts.” while Henry found the last three jars that still had something looking like salt in them.

“How about you guys do the ritual in the book while I record? Then, when it’s over, and you give a long pause as if something might happen, you both look up and say, “We should have brought some pepper!”

“Or something,” said Benjamin. "Yeah, we’re the talent; we’ll improvise something funny,” added Henry

“Whatever,” said Gill after the light, mikes, and camera were set up. They did follow the ritual found in a book called Redeunt de Cineribus, Corpore et Anima, at the end of which the pair looked up, ready to deliver their agreed-upon punchline, only to be interrupted by the darn crystal ball lighting up, and the three little piles of salt puffing out into thick clouds of smoke and engulfed all three of them.

When the smoke cleared, Henry and Benjamin’s punchline was quickly changed to all three of them, even Gill, who was supposed to stay quiet behind the camera, shouting, “Who the hell are you?”

The “who” they were referring to were three beautiful young women dressed head to toe in what looked like authentic flapper fashion from a century before, from rolled-down silk hosiery to the latest, for 1924, bobbed hairstyles.

After the first panic, the three could establish that, yes, each of the women was, in fact, themselves: Benjamin, Henry, and Gill.

This transformation inspired them to actually read and pay attention to what was in the dusty old book they had used.

In the end, they discovered that the ritual they had performed was supposed to return the mind, body, and spirit of three party girl flappers who had died in a speakeasy fire that had happened in 1922. but because they didn’t have enough of the poor dears' essential salts, they had only been able to bring back their bodies and clothing.

“It says here that after a day and an hour, the invocation will run out, and the departed will return to the past, and the volunteers will regain their true selves.”

“Well, that’s a relief,” said Henry, who, of the three, found walking in heels and being almost a foot shorter the most difficult to deal with as her new self.

Twenty-five hours later the three found the promised “returning of their true selves” Not taking place.

Even enchanted essential salts, it seemed, had a sell-by date as they looked in a mirror and saw they were stuck.

“Well, now, what will you be improvising, talents?” Asked Gill.

The woman who had been Benjamin shrugged and said

“I don’t know, but we are pretty hot, so let's change our names to Betty Payne, Harlow Beaufort, and Gigi West and switch from Patreon to Only Fans."

And they did.