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mayonose:

Ladies and gents, Julie d’Aubigny~
She’s got a pretty rad life story.



Little devilish gleam in the eye there, Julie.

mayonose:

Ladies and gents, Julie d’Aubigny~

She’s got a pretty rad life story.

Little devilish gleam in the eye there, Julie.

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amberthetitan-bait:

Hey tumblr, I have a request. Could we please make a movie about Julie D’Aubigny?

Seconded.

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Fab new Julie fan art.

Fab new Julie fan art.

(Source: minake)

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versaillesadness:

Versailles Details, Château de Versailles, France.

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jaded-mandarin:

Jean-Marc Nattier. Detail from Marie Josephe de Saxe, 1751.

jaded-mandarin:

Jean-Marc Nattier. Detail from Marie Josephe de Saxe, 1751.

(via vivelareine)

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mmeguillotine:

Françoise Athénaïs de Rochechouart de Mortemart, Marquise de Montespan and mistress of Louis XIV, was born on this day in 1640. Although the fascinating, witty, undeniably gorgeous and always controversial Madame de Montespan eventually lost her hold on her royal lover, she is still an ancestress of various European royal families as well as the current Orléans pretenders to the French throne.

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art-of-swords:

Small Sword

  • Dated: circa 1720
  • Culture: French
  • Medium: steel

Source: Copyright © 2014 The Fitzwilliam Museum, University of Cambridge

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mayonose:

Ladies and gents, Julie d’Aubigny~

She’s got a pretty rad life story.

Great new Julie fan art

mayonose:

Ladies and gents, Julie d’Aubigny~

She’s got a pretty rad life story.

Great new Julie fan art

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Footsore and heartsore

I just got back from a research trip to Paris and various other places and while I was there I decided to try again to find the grave of La Florensac, La Maupin’s great love.

She died in 1705 and was buried in the Carmelite convent (presumably in the chapel) in Paris - some sources say it was the convent in Faubourg St Jacques, which was destroyed during the Revolution. I had realised there was some confusion over the address of the chapel and that it may have been rescued later.

Well, no revolution’s going to stop me, I thought, and off I strode, determined to be the one who would find poor Terese’s grave and maybe take her some flowers or at least give her memorial stone a little pat.

Hours later, trudging, hot, pathetic, I gave up. So much for my brilliant combination of intuition, on-the-ground research and impeccable 19th century sources.

Instead I lit a candle for her in St Roch, the church in which La Maupin once threatened to blow out the brains of the Duchesse Luxembourg. I lit a candle for La Maupin in Notre Dame, too, and asked Jeanne d’Arc to have a word with God on her behalf.

Bless them both.

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