Victorian Tank Tops
Description: In ivory on any darker color shirt, a pair of graceful, kneeling angels beneath a twining rose vine. Based on vintage, literary illustrations by Aubrey Beardsley (c. 1892), in woodcut style typical of the Victorian Art Nouveau period. Art print is shown with a wedgewood blue background.
Description: Born into one of New Orleans’ oldest and most venerable families, Eugenia Planchette was no ordinary Southern belle. No matter how many governesses informed her that methodically dissecting crawdaddies and baby alligators was NOT ladylike behavior, little Eugenia would not be deterred. Despite her indelicate hobbies, Eugenia grew up to be an uncommonly fetching young lady, so if she was a trifle vain, who could blame her? She was certainly at no loss for suitors when she took up her studies at Tulane (medical school, of course), and her grades seemed impervious to her habit of dancing the nights away in the French Quarters’ most notorious nightclubs. Perhaps it was at one of these that she inadvertently insulted a voodoo priestess or...
Description: An 1800’s vintage postcard of a Victorian Christmas Eve Gathering. A horse drawn carriage brings the guests to the warm and inviting big old home. Please note - this image comes from the original 1800’s postcard. There will be signs of wear on the image. That’s not an error in design. It adds to it’s character!
Description: Vintage John Tenniel 19th century engraving redrawn and colored. Alice, the March Hare, the Dormouse, and the Mad Hatter are all sitting around a table having tea. Below it says "If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?" Outlined in navy blue. Print is on a light sky blue background.
Description: Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” Merely this and nothing more. From E.A. Poe's The Raven - Gustave Dore
