For those of you who aren't watching, picture this: The ladies of Downton are giggling over a certain bride's wedding dress and trousseau over tea. The sly, dry Dowager Countess--my favorite character!--practically titters as she tells the bride, "I'm rather disappointed you didn't go with Patou - I would have paid." But Cora insists that Patou makes one look like a chorus girl, and Lucile is a safer choice. Immediately, I had to look at Jean Patou's body of work. How could the Dowager Countess possibly love a frock that Cora found too racy?
|Egyptian style evening dress by Jean Patou, 1924 - Victoria & Albert Museum|
*singing* One singular sensation, every little step she takes...
Okay, it does evoke a chorus line, but what's wrong with that, Cora?!
|Beaded silk evening dress by Jean Patou, 1927 - Metropolitan Museum of Art|
Is it terrible that this is something I'd wear under a beat-up gray cardigan with black tights? I love it.
|Beaded red silk evening dress by Jean Patou, 1924 - Metropolitan Museum of Art|
It's like someone said, "Let's draw as much attention to the belly as possible, while hiding the waist entirely!"
And yet I kind of want to wear it because I bet it feels like peachfuzz and caterpillar down. I'm confused.
|Black and silver Art Deco evening dress attributed to Jean Patou, late 1920s - Metropolitan Museum of Art|
Is this the front of the dress? Is it the back? Does it matter? This is my favorite one! Look at that tiny silver bow!
|Beaded gold silk evening dress by Jean Patou, 1925 - Metropolitan Museum of Art|
It's terribly unflattering, but who needs a waist when you have sumptuous beaded gold fringe in your lap?
|White and blue floral silk evening ensemble by Jean Patou, 1929 - Metropolitan Museum of Art|
This is more like it! It looks like a nightgown with a matching bedjacket!
Could this be the incredibly racy lingerie that Cora wanted to avoid?
Are you watching Downton? Can we talk about what happened at the end of the third episode, ohmygawd?
SPOILERS FOLLOW, MMMKAY?
SPOILERS FOLLOW, MMMKAY?
Sir Anthony deserves to be throttled. His poor-me-I'm-so-bad-for-you-look-at-my-poor-self-esteem schtick is so obnoxiously self-obsessed. If you're bad for her, stop enjoying her attention and stop encouraging her! And if you want to be with her, just marry the poor woman already! There are few things more selfish and annoying than a man wallowing in the thought that he's a bad idea, while simultaneously encouraging a woman's attention. It's like, "Oh, my poor aching ego! Would you massage it? Okay, great, now go away. I mean... it's for your own sake. Yeah, totally for your own sake. Oh, but first wouldja tell me I'm not a bad guy?"
On a completely different note, is Mr. Carson harboring a secret affection for Mrs. Hughes? Will there be canoodling in the butler's pantry? And would that be as adorable (in a stodgy, British way, of course) as I imagine? Someone please prevent me from making a crack about polishing the candlesticks. WHAT WHAT?