Otherwise engaged in equally adventurous champagne-sipping festivities (aka Nicki's birthday) at the bewitching bar inside Hotel Rex, I couldn't make it to Saturday night's favorite excuse to don a corset in public, the Edwardian Ball. However I did manage to get my Goth on this weekend, albeit virtually, with Part 1 of BBC's sublimely gloomy Bleak House adaptation. (You can read my short yet effusive review at Romancing the Tome.) I also began reading Branwell, Douglas A. Martin's dark and dreamy novel about Charlotte and Emily Bronte's brother and finally made it to fairly new SF restaurant Lime, only to find that it's really a lemon... and unfortunately not the kind with which you suddenly and strangely find yourself madly--and maddeningly--in love.
Image: Corset c.1875, Leicestershire Museum
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