The costume vault

There are many unanswered questions out there. Many, many mysteries that will never be unraveled. But amongst those, the one that keeps me up at night is why was Grace's hair so crappy during the first season of Peaky Blinders ? Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Peaky Blinders . I'm human, believe it or not. I've watched all its five seasons (twice) and I'm impatiently waiting for its sixth season with bated breath. And I can vouch for it: it's a quality show. Good storytelling, good acting, great photography... and for the most part, great character design both in costume design and hair and makeup. That's why I'm still baffled by the decision of having Grace's character sporting what amounts to limp California Beach Waves for the whole of the first season.  Because, while it is true that the first season had a considerably lower budget than its following installments, a shitty approach to historical accuracy wasn't the general tone for the ...

Once every thousand years, the internet, in its infinite wisdom, brings to my attention something so awful and unexpected, that my immediate need to rail at that awfulness is the only thing that will keep me from gouging my eyes out with a teaspoon.  Catherine of Aragon wearing a breastplate molded around her very pregnant belly for Starz's second season of The Spanish Princess is one of those "somethings". And it's been haunting me ever since I first laid eyes on it. For those fortunate souls who have no idea of what I'm talking about, let me explain.  The Spanish Princess is the latest Starz "historical drama" based on Philippa Gregory's awful "historical" novels. It is meant to be a sequel to 2013's The White Queen and 2017's The White Princess , and centers around Catherine of Aragon, the eponymous Spanish Princess who became Queen of England as the first wife of King Henry VIII. The show premiered in May 2019 and its second ...

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night              And watching, with eternal lids apart,              Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,              The moving waters at their priestlike task              Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,              Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask              Of snow upon the mountains and the moors —              No — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,              Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,              To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,              Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, ...