Baron von Richthofen, c 1917
80 direct hits. Need I say more?
Early aviator Harry Atwood, c 1910
Not exactly my type but flyboy's got something, too.
| Reverand Rollin Heber Neale, 1850|
That is one nasty preacherman.
William Sydney Mount, 1853
A dastardly lout, a cad, a rogue. Tell me more.
|Albert of Belgium, about 1917|
Impeccably turned out for trench warfare; he can carry me to safety anytime.
|Anton Chekhov, 1890s|
Weasly, but then again...
|a tailor, Giovanni Battista Moroni, 1565-70|
Turbulence beneath the calm, no mere shopkeeper, he.
The heart of an artist strains beneath that finicky, micro-slashed doublet.
I see Jeremy Irons in the movie.
William Hogarth, Louis-François Roubiliac, c 1740
Hogarth is more of a runner-up but I do love this bust.
He's got a laddish humor and pugilistic intensity that wouldnt be out of place in a Guy Ritchie film.
|NEW! Daniel Trembly MacDougal (1865-1958), botanist and tree ring expert. |
He'd go to the green market to get you flowers and fill you in on the taxonomical nomenclature
UPDATE! We have a new historical dead boyfriend! Thanks to Mia:
A lady could do worse than Daniel Trembly MacDougal!I've been collecting them on and off, images of men that seem incredibly appealing to me despite the century or two (or several) that might separate us. It started with that photo of Chekhov. Something about the greatcoat and the reed slim cane and that cocky, short man sensibility... You may remember the electrifying Reverend Neale and the darkly dangerous Mr. William Sydney Mount from my Sartorialist, 1850s Edition post.
MacDougal (1865-1958) began working at the New York Botanical Garden in 1899 as Director of the Laboratories and was promoted in 1904 to an Assistant Directorship. He was recognized as the leading American authority on desert ecology and one of the earliest botanists to research chlorophyll. He is also known as the inventor of the MacDougal dendrograph, an instrument used for recording changes in the volume of tree trunks.
This is merely a trifling survey and part of on-going research... A good Regency-era Romantic is a must and I am certainly forgetting some entrancing 18th century fellow so please do let me know who should be on this list.
Where is William Powell you might ask? Or Kurt Cobain? or any number of too-recent, too-recognized, or too-well-publicized men who could surely otherwise be on a list of Sexiest Dead Men? Well, this is an inexact science but I'd say they need to have been in their sexy heyday the better part of a century ago to make it to my list.
PS: Someone asked why I skipped Lord Byron. I have to report that his reputation always seemed more attractive to me than he did.