Here we have a cartoon, circa 1855, apparently meant to illustrate the topsy-turvy effect of bloomers on relations between the sexes. Clearly the artist was rather appalled, but frankly I see a woman after my own heart.
I would not relocate to the nineteenth century for love or money. However, they were very good at one thing, and that’s greeting cards. Good God the Victorians loved wacky greeting cards, especially at Christmas.
Clothing in nineteenth-century Europe and America was so thoroughly dangerous, it’s amazing anyone survived.
Only if you had computer games! Test your 19th century acumen with this nifty site. (I was batting .1000 until I wore a low-cut gown to a dinner party.)
"Playing with Pictures: The Art of Victorian Photocollage," an amazing exhibit that just showed at the Metropolitan Museum, illuminates a bizarre, fascinating art form. The Victorian ladies making these surreal photo-scrap-books were not kidding around - except when they were:
"Madalene and Louisa Pasley used their imagination in the 1850s to create a fantasy world where humans interacted with giant insects." Yes, please!