Historical (and TV) Costuming.
This is where I out myself as a costumer and historical reenactor. Although neither of those are really secret. It's been a goodly number of years since I've done anything like this, for several reasons, most having to do with health issues. (And yes, I miss it a LOT). Anyhoodle, before I got involved in historical reenacting (not the SCA), I was studying a degree in History and Film Studies. As part of the history major, I took classes in Byzantine History, Late Roman History, Early Medieval History and Renaissance Italy. My present day love for Byzantium and the period of the 12th-13th centuries (particularly the Third Crusade) comes from both university and reenacting. My love for ancient Chinese history comes from my early teens, when I was learning Mandarin.
What I did in my hobby is called Living History. And what is that, you wonder. Well, wonder no more! Living History is "[...] trying to bring the past to life again by reconstructing the clothes, equipment, weapons, armour and tools of the past. This often involves extensive research into original sources by those who have a fascination for this. Fortunately for most of us they are willing to share the knowledge with the rest of us so we all have a good time!
Once the research has been done and the equipment made or purchased or borrowed we can start wearing the clothes; fighting with the weapons and following the craftsmen's skill with the tools." (-Tudor Times.)
I was chatting with acosmistmachine on Twitter about Star Wars and Star Trek and tattoos, and the conversation moved to the topic of costumes. I said that in my past, I'd worn a Star Trek costume, and it convinced me that in the Trek future, people had no bladders. The costume I'd worn was a dress uniform, so a dress tunic over the onesie affair, which, having had to use the bathroom while wearing it, I can attest to the fact that in the future, if it's Trek, we will be free from bladders. Also, these things are damn uncomfortable, because they are form fitting, so unless you're supremely self-confident, you're constantly sucking in your stomach or stressing about your arse. (I should hastily add that this is the ST: TNG costume.) The costumer who made this is an extremely talented woman who has a real eye for recreation of clothing, whether it be history based of media based.
So, here's a photo. Beneath the cut. I'm 25 in this (oh so young! LOL!) and I don't recall what I was saying when the photo was taken, but I'd be willing to believe it was something to do with having no bladder.
(These aren't the greatest scans, I apologise, and they were scanned not long after they were taken, over 15 years ago, which probably doesn't help the quality. But they're viewable.)
Click to see the full size image.
Behold. 25 year old me, in a Star Trek: The Next Generation dress uniform.
Moving onto a topic of costume that I am much more fond of - historical clothing. One of my good friends, who I am showing off here, because she is so damn talented, I can't even, sews a great deal of her gear by hand. That means a needle and thread, people. No sewing machines or overlockers. BY HAND. I remember her sewing a corset for a gown that was truly amazing and beautiful and breathtaking, and it took her *ages*. (This was a proper steel boned corset, btw.). So. Much. Talent. So, I'm featuring her first. Here she is, first in a Roman toga of a Roman noblewoman, then in a Tudor gown, and finally, with oneself. She's the one in the green silk Renaissance gown.
Next is my knight protector and another of my good friends. He makes all his own armour, by hand, over a forge. BY HAND. I am surrounded by super talented people! His cloth wares are made by a seamstress, but he makes all the armour, the weapons, the acoutrements. So here he is, first in his twelfth century formal chain maille, all the better for protecting my delicate self and the honour of my ladies, and then in his Highlander gear for sixteenth century Scottish warrior.
And finally, me. Like I said, it's been quite a few years since I've done anything, so time, hair dye, tattoos and piercings, have changed how I look just a little bit. But you know, I loved this hobby, and I learned so much while doing it, both from researching to get my costumes as historically accurate as possible, and training how to be a combat marshall for when the club I was a member of did public shows. (Combat marshall - yelling at knights in armour. Like a medieval tennis umpire. But with swords instead of tennis rackets.) First up, me in what is possibly my most favourite costume ever, which, to my great sadness I neither made nor owned (it was made and owned by the lady who made the Trek costume; jewellry and chemise is mine, though.): late Italian Renaissance. Then me, in gear that I did make and do own, my twelth century lady, holding her knight's sword. (Real sword. Real steel. Knight Protector made.) Finally, wearing my other favourite Renaissance gown that I made, dating to late Italian Renaissance.
ETA: While I remembered, for acosmistmachine, a photo of Byzantines from a Living History Conference I went to in 99. Empress Maria with His Serenity, Emperor Egfrothos Megistophallus Maximus Magnificus, and two very surprised Varangian guards behind them. (Click to embiggen.)
What I did in my hobby is called Living History. And what is that, you wonder. Well, wonder no more! Living History is "[...] trying to bring the past to life again by reconstructing the clothes, equipment, weapons, armour and tools of the past. This often involves extensive research into original sources by those who have a fascination for this. Fortunately for most of us they are willing to share the knowledge with the rest of us so we all have a good time!
Once the research has been done and the equipment made or purchased or borrowed we can start wearing the clothes; fighting with the weapons and following the craftsmen's skill with the tools." (-Tudor Times.)
I was chatting with acosmistmachine on Twitter about Star Wars and Star Trek and tattoos, and the conversation moved to the topic of costumes. I said that in my past, I'd worn a Star Trek costume, and it convinced me that in the Trek future, people had no bladders. The costume I'd worn was a dress uniform, so a dress tunic over the onesie affair, which, having had to use the bathroom while wearing it, I can attest to the fact that in the future, if it's Trek, we will be free from bladders. Also, these things are damn uncomfortable, because they are form fitting, so unless you're supremely self-confident, you're constantly sucking in your stomach or stressing about your arse. (I should hastily add that this is the ST: TNG costume.) The costumer who made this is an extremely talented woman who has a real eye for recreation of clothing, whether it be history based of media based.
So, here's a photo. Beneath the cut. I'm 25 in this (oh so young! LOL!) and I don't recall what I was saying when the photo was taken, but I'd be willing to believe it was something to do with having no bladder.
(These aren't the greatest scans, I apologise, and they were scanned not long after they were taken, over 15 years ago, which probably doesn't help the quality. But they're viewable.)
Click to see the full size image.
Behold. 25 year old me, in a Star Trek: The Next Generation dress uniform.
Moving onto a topic of costume that I am much more fond of - historical clothing. One of my good friends, who I am showing off here, because she is so damn talented, I can't even, sews a great deal of her gear by hand. That means a needle and thread, people. No sewing machines or overlockers. BY HAND. I remember her sewing a corset for a gown that was truly amazing and beautiful and breathtaking, and it took her *ages*. (This was a proper steel boned corset, btw.). So. Much. Talent. So, I'm featuring her first. Here she is, first in a Roman toga of a Roman noblewoman, then in a Tudor gown, and finally, with oneself. She's the one in the green silk Renaissance gown.
Next is my knight protector and another of my good friends. He makes all his own armour, by hand, over a forge. BY HAND. I am surrounded by super talented people! His cloth wares are made by a seamstress, but he makes all the armour, the weapons, the acoutrements. So here he is, first in his twelfth century formal chain maille, all the better for protecting my delicate self and the honour of my ladies, and then in his Highlander gear for sixteenth century Scottish warrior.
And finally, me. Like I said, it's been quite a few years since I've done anything, so time, hair dye, tattoos and piercings, have changed how I look just a little bit. But you know, I loved this hobby, and I learned so much while doing it, both from researching to get my costumes as historically accurate as possible, and training how to be a combat marshall for when the club I was a member of did public shows. (Combat marshall - yelling at knights in armour. Like a medieval tennis umpire. But with swords instead of tennis rackets.) First up, me in what is possibly my most favourite costume ever, which, to my great sadness I neither made nor owned (it was made and owned by the lady who made the Trek costume; jewellry and chemise is mine, though.): late Italian Renaissance. Then me, in gear that I did make and do own, my twelth century lady, holding her knight's sword. (Real sword. Real steel. Knight Protector made.) Finally, wearing my other favourite Renaissance gown that I made, dating to late Italian Renaissance.
ETA: While I remembered, for acosmistmachine, a photo of Byzantines from a Living History Conference I went to in 99. Empress Maria with His Serenity, Emperor Egfrothos Megistophallus Maximus Magnificus, and two very surprised Varangian guards behind them. (Click to embiggen.)
