Sibella Hallward

The account of Miss Sibella Hallward (please not Holland!) where she says what she likes and does as she wants, as this seems to be a dark and untraceable society.

[sibellanotholland]

My girl 💙

I’ve wanted to draw this for literally ever.

They’re so happy and they’re in love.

[rdubsmoviemusic]

My picks for the Best 5 Films of 1949. The eighty-sixth of many randomly selected years to come. Previous year highlighted was 1986. This project is so much 🤩 fun! I plan on doing every year back to 1921.)

[frostedmagnolias]

Dress

c. 1895

Sörmland Museum

[frostedmagnolias]

Blue Silk Dress with Chiffon

1900s

Sörmland Museum

[frostedmagnolias]

Dress

about 1906-1910

Budapesti Történeti Múzeum

[historical-hollywood]

Joan Greenwood as the beautiful but manipulative Sibella in Kind Hearts and Coronets (1949).

[historical-hollywood]

Valerie Hobson as the beautiful and manipulated Edith in Kind Hearts and Coronets (1949).

[historical-hollywood]

Joan Greenwood as the sultry and scheming Sibella in Kind Hearts and Coronets (1949).

[cinema-archives]

"Kind Hearts and Coronets" (Robert Hamer, 1949)

[frostedmagnolias]

Floral Cotton Print Dress

c. 1913

unknown maker

NCHGS

[the-almost-fashion-historian]

Evening dress, 1913-15 by Franklin Simon Co.

This dress is made of silk.

This dress can be found in: the Canadian museum of history

[charitydingle]

Bringing Up Baby 1938, dir. Howard Hawks

[alvadee]

Oh yeah, I remembered I wanted to post this clipping from the online newspaper archive!

Some american actors and actresses review “The Phantom of the Opera” by Gaston Leroux in “The Sun” on March 11th 1911, since it was just translated into English.

All think it is very suspensful, some of them romantic. Christie McDonald had the same reaction most of us have after reading the book for the first time, she really wants to visit the Palais Garnier now and search for the hidden passages…

And we can already see the two camps forming:

“Dear, dear Christine, the heroine, I was so glad when she was safe with Raoul at last.” -Marguerite Clark

“Fate was so unkind that I hoped poor Eric would have had a happier end. I think he is a most pathetic figure. For all his gruesome personality I think as kindly of him as of the more tender Cyrano.” -Hazel Dawn

[lunetheweird]

seeing people way back then sympathizing so much with Erik warms my heart🥹❤️🙏🏼

[combeferreenthusiast]

I'm insanely normal about her actually

[sibellanotholland]

‘Unrequited love this, unrequited love that’

How about requited but unspoken love?

Ten times as entirely excruciating.

Always thinking of each other but never being able to admit it. Being more deeply in love and understanding with someone than anyone else in the world and being too afraid to speak aloud what that is.

Growing apart from best of friends to estranged acquaintances who avoid being alone together, all because they can’t trust they’ll be able to control themselves.

Knowing on a deep subconscious level that the longing is mutual but too afraid to fully believe oneself.

Both people dwelling on years old memories and fleeting glances they didn’t think meant a thing to the other person, but meant absolutely everything.

Two people entirely in love with each other beyond idealisation and lust, who truly see and know each other, but are doomed by their deep respect and reverence for the other never to tell them.

People who compromise and find new people— fickle and aesthetically pleasing; superficial— but never stop thinking of that one person whose soul matched theirs entirely.

[jasperrwrites]

“are they lovers?” worse. they were supposed to be and never got the chance to

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

"April" from The Procession of Months (c.1889). All poems were written by fifteen-year-old Beatrice Crane and illustrated by her acclaimed artist father, Walter Crane.

via publicdomainreview.org

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[text ID: "April" by Beatrice Crane.

"The trees are budding forth

The grass is springing green,

And APRIL, young and fair,

Appears upon the scene.

Pale golden is her hair,

Her eyes are misty blue,

And even when she smiles

Her tears fall like the dew.

Clad all in tender green,

She comes with timid feet;

A basket with her bringing

Filled full with blossoms sweet.

The primrose pale & fair,

The yellow daffodil,

The wind flower, wild hyacinth,

And other flowers still.

All these she casts around

To show that Spring is here,

With first a smile so sweet,

But dropping next a tear." /end ID]