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deepdarkwoods:
bandagypsies: opium den
RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS. Oh Rue, you and your Sordid Past.
plenilune | burningstarsxe | loveyourchaos | pacifics
It’s like someone took London Beneath from my imagination and photographed it.
asdfkjhf THIS IS SO PERFECT tunnels with worlds inside, a beehive of ancient things. STEALING FOR THE NOVEL.
So, yes. Not all of London Below looks like this, but I imagine the vampires in particular would like this network of beehive-stacked corridors and things; they look very catacomb-like. The bottom of the enclosure serves as some sort of courtyard, or meeting-place, where things may be Discussed.
plenilune | bygoneyears:
Interior of London subway in the 1890’s.
RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS. ♥
I really, really need to read more about London subways and catacombs and how they intersect, if people found things underground when they built these. I think there would be a lot of vampires in the subways, especially young ones, ones who hadn’t quite let go of the human world and its trappings, slipping out of their catacomb passages, to this place in between the City Above and the City Below. In that position, the Underground could be a very powerful place, perhaps a place of truce and trade, or perhaps a place of danger, a place where the lines are blurrier and the barriers are thinner. Or perhaps it is a point of contention: the Above-grounders trespassing in the world Below where they have no business and behaving as though it has always been theirs and it is meant to be theirs — as the English were ever so fond of doing! And since everyone is a little afraid of the City Below, perhaps this is their way of daring, of taking control and saying that they won’t be intimidated, that they are the ones with the power. But then a lot of ordinary people would probably never ride the subways out of terror of being eaten, so perhaps it’s not so complicated as that. I think I like the idea of it being a sort of meeting place, an in-between place, with an uneasy, oft-broken unspoken truce.
Also I really freaking love subways, ancient and modern.
(via fyeahvictorians)
She looks rather like Alba Kersey, the proprietor of a book-and-junk shop where Evangeline purchases a very odd book. Alas, I have no idea what the significance of either Miss (Mrs? SEE I KNOW NOTHING) Kersey or the peculiar book is, but it will probably come eventually...
edwardianera:
St. Paul’s from Ludgate Circus by Alvin Langdon Coburn, 1910
cleolinda:
Edwardian clothing at Vintage Textile: #7099 tea dress
I love this. Yes. (For some reason I often picture Evangeline in white and pale blue, also.)
my-ear-trumpet | evies-what-i-love | ysabel129 | breathingbooks
I cannot help it: I saw this picture, my heart leapt, and I thought "Mr Caruthers!" delightedly to myself. Although if these books are on his desk they are rather astonishingly organised; where are the greasy newspapers from orders of chips and the large blotches of careless ink and the small pocketknives with rather arcane attachments and the masses of papers scrawled over in a hand even he can barely read afterwards?
A kinetoscope flicker of one of Evangeline's memories: her sisters, long ago, on a half-dreamed holiday in the country.
my-ear-trumpet:
edwardianera:
Doris McTeigue & Polly 1910 (by btm2222)
I definitely imagine Evangeline in dresses like these. Pretty and simple, unique and flattering. The blouse & skirt is very librarianesque, I think.
museoftragedy | oddtimes | corpse-bride | thedoppelganger
More odd, magpie-like decayed examples of my vampires. Some of them have more human fancies than others.
turnofthecentury:
Alvin langdon Coburn ~Portland Place, London, 1906
via Saint-Sulpice
Hello, London! Would I be remiss in thinking that the Noxes' flat overlooks a street like this, from buildings such as those on the right?
edwardianera:
Self Portrait - Edward Steichen
This looks rather like (a suspiciously and unusually clean-shaven) Mr Caruthers, actually. :D I think it's the narrow angles, the deep-set eyes, the high forehead with hair still tumbling into his eyes. It's not perfect, but it does have the right sort of air about it.
Naturally, the only pictures I've found that look even remotely like him are ones deeply in shadow. Or ones where you can only see his back. Or, actually, one photograph of a boy who suits my vision of young Rue almost exactly. I'll have to go dig that one up.
gothiccharmschool:
Lace dress, magical violin. (via lecourtier)
Okay, I don't even know how, but I want this in the story. Somewhere, somehow. The concept of working magic through music is quite nice, to begin with.
gothiccharmschool:
I love this sort of crazed, high-fashion look. I’d never wear it, but I’m fascinated with it
macabremode:
(via trashionbitches)
More vampire inspiration -- sans the makeup, of course. But again, it's all bits and pieces that jumble oddly and prettily together.
museoftragedy | directactioniswitchcraft | saintwire | oliviaphoenix | -weowntheskies
More of the feral, decayed look I fancy for my vampires.
plenilune (also known as me):
interioralchemy | azultierra | quotetheraven | lushlight | mollymisery: ..venezia V.. by *roblfc1892 on deviantART
…yes, this absolutely looks like the gutted (and also invisible — I mean, before Mr Caruthers got them in) mansion in which Evangeline and Mr Caruthers smoked out (literally) a lot of vampires in a sequence which got me through almost a week of NaNoWriMo. (Some of it was dreadful, but there’s some character development and snark in it that I rather love.)
Have just discovered how to reblog one's own content. There are a few things I blogged under my proper Tumblr that really ought to have been here instead, although most of the things under my "the novel" tag don't quite suit (for the curious, it belongs here if it actually fits into the Novel, and; if it just inspires me to ramble about said project for a piece, it doesn't necessarily work, cf this, or this; my headspace is so naturally cluttered that I might as well try to fabricate a little order where I can. ^-^ Also, nearly anything can cause me to ramble about my Novel, if it comes to that...).
my-ear-trumpet:
baslespattes:
Everyone’s a freak. No two bodies are the same; we all have unpleasant, wonderful, shocking and extraordinary features; we are all unique. But for centuries the word ‘freak’ has been used cruelly to describe people born with ‘abnormal’ features, or those able perform extraordinary physical acts by contorting or misshaping their bodies.
Exhibitions of live human curiosities had appeared in travelling fairs, circuses and taverns in England since the 1600s. These included so-called giants, dwarves, fat people, the very thin, conjoined twins and even people from exotic climes. Freak shows were a particularly popular form of entertainment during the Victorian period, when people from all classes flocked to gawp at these unusual examples of human life.
Novelty acts relied a great deal on shock, therefore performers were not revealed in the flesh to audiences until money had changed hands. Titillating publicity was crucial, as the people described in these adverts often bore little resemblance to what lay behind the curtain or turnstile. Exaggerated and stylised illustrations lent age to dwarf acts, stature to giants, and plausibility to mermaids and bear boys. The advertisers of these shows aroused the curiosity of the audience by overplaying, often entirely inventing, ‘true life’ stories. The public thirst for stories of adventure, struggle and hardship was quenched by the story of how each ‘anomaly’ came to be. The new and different had strong appeal; and difference was often judged according to popular fantasies of racial and imperial hierarchies, adventurous exploration, and scientific discovery. A boy from Central America or the South Pacific would be considered as enthralling a spectacle as a ‘human cannonball’ or ‘frogman’.
via British Library
I've mentioned before that I like the idea of various magical and non-human folk either being exploited in this manner or hiring themselves out for the money or the irony or both -- or, you know, A Captured Sorcerer With Staggering Command Of The Blackest of Magics, which is really some showy bloke who can do a lot of scary-looking illusions and wants to make some easy money. At your more common fairs you'd mostly have people pretending to be vampires and werewolves and such (real ones being far too dangerous unless you've got the right sort of money and training and leverage), and some small, tame, but impressive magical creatures. And some of the either seedier or more powerful ones would have captured magical beings -- the fairy-ish folk (no name for them yet), the ones who don't look human at all and don't understand our rules. Possibly even vampires, though this could be very, very dangerous. Weak vampires, kept on just enough blood to keep them from withering -- or very strong, in-control vampires, who are using the people around them and their employment as a sideshow attraction for obscure ends of their own.
--And as I was thinking about all of this I got a distinct impression of a character: a very courtly, subtle, ancient, canny gentleman vampire, smiling coolly and ironically at the crowd every time the curtains open. What is his end? His managers certainly don't know, but they don't feel very safe asking.
Alas, now I need to find where and how to fit him in.