sovietpostcards:

Antique Russian Easter eggs from 1900s-1910s (porcelain, silver)

artnouveaustyle:

“La Pensee” enamel brooch by French artist René Lalique, circa 1900.

“Fleeing from the bees”, 1906, Sweden.

Görtz Birger Adolfsson Hinderfors, 1885-1941, Sweden. Mugshot to the left is from 1908, photo to the right is from 1913.

He had numerous arrests for thefts and fraud. On his arrest record he was described as 1.82m tall (6′) with medium blue eyes, blond hair and many small facial scars. 

Boys on a bike, 1906, Sweden.

hauntedbystorytelling:

Karl Andreyevich Fischer**:: Russian stage actress Maria Germanova as The Witch, in Konstantin Stanislavski’s production of Maurice Maeterlinck’s play ‘The Blue Bird’ [Maeterlinck, Maurice, 1862-1949. Oiseau bleu. RussianMoskovskiĭ khudozhestvennyĭ akademicheskiĭ teatr], at the Moscow Arts Theatre, 1908. | src The New York Public Library

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** Photographer’s name on verso of the postcard: “К. Фишер Mockba”

The Man Who Saw the Devil by metal_eye | E | 4249
“The Devil was staring at him.
"Louis shifted slightly in his seat and scratched the back of his neck, picking up his program and reading the title of the play again: L’homme qui a vu le Diable.
"He was wearing a satin red suit, one that certainly stood out amongst the usual greys and blacks of other Paris theatres, and instead of merely appearing the two times that the main character summoned him, this Devil followed the other men around on stage as they spoke and played cards. He kept looking over their shoulders and mocking their awkward movements, jerks and twitches compared to his own lithe prowl. The theatre audience, most readily impressed by gruesome effects and sensationalism, couldn’t take their eyes off him.
"Neither could Louis.”
Paris, 1912. Louis is a frequent patron of the Theatre du Grand Guignol. Harry is a performer. Tonight he’s playing the Devil.

beat the darkness by turnyourankle | T | 7754
Harry is a volunteer nurse stationed in Cairo; Louis is one of the patients in his ward.

Withdrawal Was the Weeping by QuickedWeen | E | 11090
Confined by life and society, Harry spends her Sunday afternoons walking aimlessly about the countryside as it’s her only source of freedom. One Sunday she is aided by the most beautiful woman she has ever met, but not everything is as it seems. Was it a trick of the light? Was it Harry’s own active imagination? There is nothing to do but try to find her again.

The People’s Playground by musketrois | T | 17867
It is 1900 in New York City, and Harry Styles has recently immigrated to America from England. His sister encourages him to take a day off from his life as a factory worker and Harry decides to take a trip to the infamous Coney Island where he literally runs into Louis Tomlinson. It looks like Coney Island will be more than Harry bargained for.

fondre ton absence by scrunchyharry | T | 41315
Harry had never really given much thought to the future. He preferred to let life steer him forward and to follow in the footsteps of Louis, his best friend from as far as his memory went, his lover, his everything. Louis knew better than he did what was good for him.
It changed drastically when Louis was ripped away from him, drafted and sent to the front to fight in a war that Harry had always been sure would never reach him. Too young and too sickly to follow, Harry was left on his own for the first time in his life.
When he thought things could not possibly get worse, Louis went missing at the Somme and was declared dead. While everyone buried and mourned him, Harry never moved on. If Louis were dead, he was sure that he would know it. Their lives were too entwined, he would know if half of his heart had died.
Determined to find Louis, Harry did everything he could in his quest to be reunited with him, except prepare for the state Louis might be in.
He did not prepare for the harsh truth he would have to face: was love possible without memories?

No Hold to Hold Onto by kingsofeverything | E | 47913
Injured after being thrown from a bronc, Harry doesn’t know if he’ll ever compete again.
His only hope is a man called Tommo, a world champion rider who retired at the top of his game.
When Harry goes looking for help learning a new way to rope and ride, the last thing he expects to find is love.

Glitter in the sky, glitter in our eyes by softfonds | E | 59200
What happens when a Duke who will only marry for love and a courtesan who only sells it create a public ruse? Well, nothing boring for sure. An Edwardian AU.

Paint The Sky With Stars by kiwikero | M | 62870
On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom.
Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform.
By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help.
Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down.
Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

Such Good Luck by casuallyhl | E | 66205
Louis smiles at Harry’s words, leaning into his touch. “Tell me again.”
Smiling, Harry takes Louis into his arms. Pressing gentle kisses to his face, Harry murmurs, “In six months’ time, I will have my twenty-fifth birthday. On that day, my portion of the inheritance will become legally mine. And I plan that very day to announce to my family that I have found love.” Harry chuckles as he runs his lips lightly along Louis’ cheekbone. “That, in fact, I found love when I was twenty-one years old, and that I have loved and been loved every day since.”
Or, an Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

Florence Peterson nue, de trois-quarts, between 1909/ 1910 by Paul Burty Haviland

“The Firefly” by George H. Seeley, 1907

Arthur Rackham illustration from Peter Pan in Kensington gardens by J. M. Barrie, 1907

whowearsthetrousers:

A nice postcard from 1906

twoseparatecoursesmeet:

Long Coat, 1900s

Sterling Silver Stoplight Jigger by Gorham
early 1900’s

‘Strike Penrhyn’ (2016) / installation detail 

Trade Union banners display ‘first person’ responses shared by volunteers, community members and former quarrymen alongside a ton of slate from the local quarry in Bethesda, North Wales.

The following documentary is also included:  

https://vimeo.com/robynwoolston/strikepenrhyn

Location: 

National Trust / Penrhyn Castle, Bangor, Wales. 

http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/penrhyn-castle

Exhibition open until 2nd October 2016

Hashtag selfie, hashtag 1900.