The Frock Flicks team is taking time off this winter, so we’re repeating some favorite posts from the archives. Enjoy these diversions until the new year!
Confession Time: Why I Love Lost in Austen
We don’t just love standard Jane Austen adaptions, we adore some of the mash-ups too!
I honestly couldn’t find any Wickham hot in such a horridly badly-made and assembled uniform.
Coat made of crappy blanket material, which meant that (a) the costumiers had no choice but to hem it, which was NEVER done in period to a woollen coat – the edges were always left raw, and (b) button down the top corners of the lapels to keep them triangled, because the material hasn’t got enough body for them just to stay flipped back, as they would with proper material. And it’s shaped so like a sack that the bagginess around his body has to be held in by his sash like a curtain holdback. It should be skin-tight, the sleeves too. (And if the sleeves were cut high enough over the shoulder and into the armpit, you could still fence in it without the coat pulling.)
No stock! Just a sloppily-tied neckcloth. Dammit, man, even a civilian gentleman wouldn’t be seen dead in anything so slack, What do you think you are, a coal-heaver?
And a regimental officer’s sword does not hang at an angle: it hangs vertically from his sword-belt beside his left thigh. Nor does he ever, ever, clutch the hilt unless to draw it. To do so is either shamefully gauche (‘OMG. I’m sure I shall trip over this thing!’) or offensive (implying a threat of violence).