#pantaloons

[theoreocat]

Squeaky pantaloons.

[catsofyore]

Unhand me. Photo from my collection, no info.

[timetravelingcourtney]

[gentleeclipsey]

BEHOLD

Normal AND winter fuzzass (affectionate) her floof pantaloons are unmatched

[clove-pinks]

Given some ongoing discussions, might I ask,on this fine 1830s Thursday, if you have any contemporary portrayals of men in fashions that make a good display of their legs?:D

Do I ever! By coincidence, last night I was looking through the Gavarni artwork in the Boston Public Library collection, and found Un Bal - À la Chaussée d'Antin.

Men in evening costume galore, with their elegant tiny feet and snug pantaloons, but unfortunately the size of the image and resolution isn't very good.

There's at least some evidence of men padding their calves, as late as 1834. That might be the case for a gentleman emulating the look of this 1835 fashion plate (Rijksmuseum):

The 1830s may not be a time of male legs vacuum-sealed in stockinette like the 1810s, but they remain an area of focus, especially as stripes and checks appear with the 1840s on the horizon. From La Mode in 1830, a fashion plate after a drawing by Paul Gavarni (Rijksmuseum):

The fellow in the red hunting outfit has an appreciative audience!

[empirearchives]

I love him:

[buttercup-fluffalove]

fluffiest of all turkey legs

[earth-machine-bearglitch]

Illustration by gutsbro14

She was wearing a maroon dress, with a skirt that flared out like a bell and reached down to the floor. The sleeves were puffed at the top, and flared out at the cuffs. On her head was a wide-brimmed white hat that had holes for her horns with her hair hanging down her back, tied around her chin with a maroon ribbon.

“Well how about this!” exclaimed Daigoro inside his head. “Scarlet O’Hara cosplay!”

“Since when are you a film buff?” Hikage questioned, eying his successor curiously.

“Gotta respect the ole American classics my friend,” The Fifth User uttered with the utmost seriousness.

Izuku meanwhile was stunned. No words would come to him. He could only stare, entranced.

“Oh, how simply delightful, Lady Yamato!” gushed Angela, clapping her hands.

“Is it okay?” Yamato looked at herself, hands on the hem of her dress. “I’ve never worn anything like this before. Izuku, what do you think?”

Izuku’s mind was blank. What was he supposed to say? Did she want an honest opinion, or should he say it looked great regardless? He didn’t know anything about clothes! And what if he hurt her feelings?

“It’s kind of impractical,” commented the Third User.

“Agreed, how’s she supposed to move around in that getup?” wondered the Second User.

A loud feminine groan echoed through the mindspace, followed by a light slap to the back of both their heads.

“Ohhhh how utterly shocking; no wonder the both of you were single with attitudes like that!” Nana said, glowering. “Izuku! Tell her she looks perfect!”

“Uh…” Izuku gaped like a goldfish. This was turning out like that time at I-island. “Yamato…”

“Izuku! Quit being the adorkable cinnamon roll I know you are, grow up, and tell her she looks perfect!” growled Nana.

“Yamato…you look wonderful.” He confessed, blushing a bit.

Yamato’s face reddened, and she started to fidget with her fingers again.

“Y-You think so?” she asked.

“Yes!” insisted Izuku. There was no going back now.

“That’s more like it.” Nana patted him on the head.

“It’s just that…” Yamato stepped from side to side, the dress swaying as she moved. “It’s nice, but I’m not sure how to fight in this. And I might block the corridors.”

“Told you,” insisted the Second User. Another slap followed. “Ow.”

“You were kind of asking for it.” Yoichi chuckled. Izuku heard a “hmph” in the back of his head. “And she looks wonderful, if I do say so myself.”

“Just don’t make yourself look like some pish posh nobleman or something when you get your chance Midoriya. I ain’t gonna be caught dead wearing any of that stuffy crap!” Daigoro declared.

“He can wear whatever he wants and you ARE dead.” Hikage replied.

“But I am inside him, oh wait I mean, I am apart of him! You know what I mean!” Daigoro yelled.

“I was deeply concerned what you were implying before you corrected yourself.” En muttered.

“I will be more than happy to help Midoriya. I had to help dress up Toshinori a few times too. In his hero costume that is.” Nana stated. Izuku sighed with relief, and heard Daigoro groan a bit.

“And I’m not sure about these.” Yamato pulled up the skirt, revealing a pair of frilly white pantaloons. “What do you think, Izuku?”

Izuku’s mouth locked open in a silent scream. He started swaying, his mind going blank.

“Midoriya you’ve seen your classmates, your female ones, in school swimsuits. Those were way more revealing than poofy pants. Hell, your friend Momo’s hero outfit was more revealing,“ Daigoro deadpanned.

“And I’m pretty sure Asui and Uraraka’s uniforms were skin-tight too.” The Second added.

“Asui prefers to be called Tsu.” Nana corrected.

“Whatever.” Another slap upside the head. “Ow.”

Angela giggled behind her hand while the goth Marine looked at Izuku as if she was watching paint dry.

“You really need to touch some grass mate.” Doll muttered, looking to the side as Izuku bumbled and stammered and swayed.

“Shall I fetch the green tea?” suggested Angela gently.

“With the hair of the dog at this rate, appreciate it love” Doll deadpanned, and Angela hurried away.

“Perhaps something more streamlined?” suggested Bettina.

“Something for mobility, and not blocking of corridors?” added Benita.

The three vanished behind the curtains. Izuku continued to sway, his mind struggling to contain the overwhelming embarrassment.

She showed… under her dress…!

“Oh come on!” grumbled the Third User. “They’re only friggin’ pantaloons. It’s not like you saw anything! Hell, you actually saw even less if that’s even possible.”

“There there Midoriya, it’s just pantaloons. Now if it was panties we’d have a problem.” Nana chuckled. “Just take Angela’s tea and deep breaths.” He can feel Nana’s hands on his shoulders, reassuring him.

“Here, Mister Midoriya!” Angela returned with a steaming cup of green tea. Izuku drank it in one gulp.

[Chapter 27, Heroes of the New World by Zaru]

[futurebird]

give me a skirt that won't grope me

If someone would start selling those nifty suffragette pantaloons you can bicycle in I bet they could sell a bunch.

But every skirt in stores looks like a horrible tube that will rutch up on your tush as you walk like an handsy subway creeper; you try to walk in little tiny steps. Sitting without flashing? Some kind of mysterious party trick.

Then there's a whole article in the fashion section hand wringing if skirts that aren't tight are "too conservative"

If that bothers you? Pantaloon!

[axiseart]

Goretober #10 - Skin

[jacospuknikson]

[foldingfittedsheets]

My betrothed came up to me with my pants to go on a walk and said, “My pantaloons for my panta-lady!”

I laughed so hard I almost threw up.

[nijaded]

Mirror Palais Pantalette in white cotton ୨♡୧

[wingedjewels]

Little Cutie by Todd Wynia Via Flickr: This cute little guy is a juvenile black-throated sparrow. As the name suggests, as it matures, it will develop a black throat and bib. I just love the little pantaloons its wearing. The black throated sparrow is one of a couple dozen or so indigenous species of sparrows in North America. Interesting, at least to me, is that they are unrelated to the house sparrow which were introduced to the U.S. from Europe in 1851 in Brooklyn, New York.

[cujus]

[clove-pinks]

1831 fashion plate in La Mode, art by Paul Gavarni. (Rijksmuseum)

The three gentlemen are in evening costume (still brightly coloured at this time), wearing dress shoes with some nice hairstyles on display. Their pantaloons/trousers are tight-fitting, ankle-length, and don't appear to have falls. According to Handbook of English Costume in the 19th Century by Phillis and C. Willett Cunnington, men's pantaloons could have a fly opening after 1825.

Here's a similar pair of American men's trousers in the Met Collection, dated 1830-1839:

Pantaloons with a foot strap are more characteristic of the 1830s; this 1826 fashion plate detail shows them buttoned at the ankle, with pumps and embroidered stockings.