A 100 Year Old Tradition

Ever since the dawn of photography, civilization has not been able to repress the drive to pose cats in humanoid scenarios and take their picture.

20th Century Girl

The Edwardian Teen Look

The Wayfaring Aengus : W.B. Yeats

Master Magi of the Pince-Nez : William Butler Yeats in 1911

I went out to the hazel wood,

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand,

And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,

And moth-like stars were flickering out,

I dropped the berry in a stream

And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor

I went to blow the fire a-flame,

But something rustled on the floor,

And some one called me by my name:

It had become a glimmering girl

With apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by my name and ran

And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow lands and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone,

And kiss her lips and take her hands;

And walk among long dappled grass,

And pluck till time and times are done

The silver apples of the moon,

The golden apples of the sun.

The Song of Wandering Aengus by W.B. Yeats (1921)