Halloween

Ça y est la soirée Disneyland est passée et j'ai enfin sorti ma robe noire qui au départ avait été faite pour cette occasion. La sortie Monte Cristo m'avait imposé de choisir une tenue que j'avais déjà faute de temps pour finir celle qui était prévue au départ, et je n'étais donc pas super raccord historiquement parlant. Pas de chapeau, robe un peu courte quand je mets mes talons bobine... Mais j'allais pas y aller toute nue non plus donc.. tournure noire. :P

The Halloween Party at Disneyland is over! I've worn my black dress, made in a first place for this occasion. The Monte Cristo event made me choose to wear this dress sooner since I wasn't able to finish a new dress. So it wasn't historically correct at all :(. No hat, short dress when I wear my victorian shoes with heels... But I wasn't suppose to go at this event naked haha!

Bref cette robe à été prévue courte, pas chère et donc pas 100% coton T_T, avec des bottes de tous les jours sans talons pour ne pas avoir mal aux pieds, et faute de pouvoir mettre un chapeau avec un grand voile (problème de sécurité niveau vigipirate et dangerosité des attractions, j'avais pourtant acheté la mousseline),  j'y suis allée avec une mantille que m'a prêtée mon amie présente aussi. Merci à elle.

This dress is short, and cheap (not a 100% cotton one :( ) with everyday shoes with no heels so my feet wouldn't hurt. I wanted a hat and a black veil (I've even bought chiffon, but it was forbiden because of security in the park and during the rides. My friend has lent me a mantilla for the occasion. Thanks Noémie!

Quand j'ai vu le temps la veille à 20h, je me suis dit que j'allais me les peler, j'ai donc fait en 1h30 une sorte de manteau de tournure dans une vielle cape en laine histoire de garder au moins la bonne forme de silhouette. C'est trop bête de cacher un costume fait exprès pour l'occase même si il est pas top.

When I saw the weather the day before at 8PM, I said to myself: it's gonna be cold! So I've made in 1-2 hours a kind of historical coat made of wool, taken on an old cloak. It was too sad to hide my costume under a simple cloak without keeping its shape.

J'en profite pour mettre un lien vers deux articles à ce sujet qui tournent en ce moment au sujet des robes de deuil, parce que même si j'appelle ça une tournure de deuil pour faire simple, ça reste quand même en premier lieu une tournure noire à la va-vite faite pour Disneyland et à porter avec des dents de vampire, à laquelle il manque trop de chose pour dire qu'elle est de deuil, mais bon :)

Voici l'article d'Audrey sur son blog En-robée (FR) , et de Gina, de Beauty from ashes (EN). 

It's a good occasion to talk about real mourning dresses and habits. Here are 2 articles concerning  mourning dresses. because even if I call my dress a mourning dress to make everyhting easier, it's not a good term. It's made too quickly, and to be worn with vampire teeth haha ! I miss too many things and accessories to call it a mourning dress. :)

Here's Audrey's post from her blog En-robée (FR), and Gina's from Beauty from ashes (EN).


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J'en profite pour parler de Phantom Manor qui est mon ride favoris à Disneyland Paris. Voici sa légende, trop peu connue pour les visiteurs à mon sens:
(source: Wikipedia )

"Thunder Mesa, 1860 : petite ville prospère de l'Ouest américain.
Un de ses fondateurs, M. Henry Ravenswood, possédait une mine dans les montagnes de Big Thunder Mountain, véritable poumon économique de la ville qui était exploité par la Thunder Mesa Mining Company. Une mine « maudite », car d'après des rumeurs, un « Oiseau Tonnerre », esprit indien se terrant dans les profondeurs de la mine, veillait sur un trésor inestimable et sur le filon d'or de cette même mine. Quiconque tenterait de le lui dérober s'attirerait les foudres de sa colère sous forme d'un tremblement de terre.

M. Ravenswood, qui possédait une des plus grosses fortunes de tout l'Ouest, s'était fait construire un manoir victorien sur la colline de Boot Hill. Il avait une fille, fiancée à un homme qu'elle aimait passionnément, mais qui, disait-on, n'aurait pas voulu habiter plus tard dans ce manoir, ce qui rendit M. Ravenswood fou de rage.

La veille du mariage, un terrible tremblement de terre semblant provenir de la mine frappa Thunder Mesa. Henry Ravenswood ainsi que sa femme Martha y perdirent la vie: l'Oiseau Tonnerre avait été réveillé. La mine fut fermée le lendemain, le jour du mariage de la fille Ravenswood, jour où le futur marié manqua à l'appel.

Désespérée, la mariée s'enferma dans le manoir, et plus personne ne sortit, ni n'entra dans la bâtisse à compter de ce jour. La mariée, disait-on à Thunder Mesa, attendait toujours son amour, le recherchant dans le manoir. Et on la voyait parfois regarder d'un air las par une des fenêtres du premier étage. Les arbres du jardin commencèrent à mourir, comme torturés par des esprits malfaisants et bientôt on commença à appeler le manoir « Phantom Manor ».

Six années plus tard, en 1866, deux domestiques réussirent à s'enfuir du manoir, où ils disaient avoir été tyrannisés par des esprits maléfiques. Le manoir fut rouvert aux plus courageux."


 It's also a good occasion to tell you about the legend of Phantom Manor which is my favorite ride @ Disneyland Paris:
(source : Wikipédia)

"Henry Ravenswood (born 1795) was a Western settler who struck gold in Big Thunder Mountain and founded the Thunder Mesa Mining Company, thus creating the city of Thunder Mesa (Frontierland as a whole). Ravenswood became rich and built himself a Victorian manor high on Boot Hill overlooking Big Thunder Mountain, where he raised a family and had a daughter, Melanie Ravenswood (born 1842).

Big Thunder mountain was rumored by natives to be home to the Thunder Bird, a powerful spirit possessing a treasure. According to the legend, its wrath could be materialized into a terrible earthquake. However, Ravenswood would not believe such stories. Time went by, and the gold in Big Thunder Mountain ran out, making miners dig deeper into the mountain.
Melanie grew from a young girl into a beautiful young woman, and became engaged to a train engineer who planned to take her far away from Thunder Mesa, much to the dismay of Henry. Henry did everything he could to stop the wedding, but his useless attempts were put to a stop when a terrible earthquake killed him and his wife Martha (born 1802). It seemed the Thunder Bird had been awakened, and the family was never heard of again. After several years, the story of what really happened came out from underneath the rubble:
On Melanie's wedding day, a mysterious Phantom unknown to anyone appeared at the manor. While Melanie was preparing in her room, the Phantom lured her suitor up to the attic where he hanged him by the neck from the rafters.

In the ballroom, the bride sat alone. Hours went by with no sign of the groom. Guests slowly filed away, leaving Melanie alone in the house with the staff of maids and butlers. "Some day", she told herself, "he will come". And so, having never taken off her wedding dress or dropped her bouquet, in preparation for her loved one's return, she wandered the house aimlessly, singing melancholy songs of lost love.

The Phantom was still in the house, laughing at her human devotion to her intended husband. One after one, he invited his dead, demonic friends from the afterlife to fill the house in an eternal party. The shape of the house was slowly transformed by the evil forces. Years passed.

Inside and outside, the house was decaying. Dusty cobwebs covered every inch, the disheartened staff not caring, for it was rumored that Melanie had lost her mind. She wandered the house for years and years, singing softly to her groom, while all around her demons and ghosts reveled and danced. Everywhere she went she was reminded of the wedding. The Phantom's eternal laughter still carried through the walls of the house. Outside, the once beautiful grounds were falling apart and crumbling. The gilded staircase and structure were dotted with mold and trees and every plant on the grounds died. As if sensing the evil inherent in the house, nothing living ever trod there. Melanie even so kept her hopes, waiting for her love's return, and never figured why he had left.

The earthquake that killed her parents cut a huge gouge in the west half of the property and in the crumbling ghost town of the old Thunder Mesa. The deserted buildings were rumored to be called Phantom Canyon, the dark supernatural version of the town, and anyone who entered the ghastly old town at night never came back.

Today, no one knows if Melanie Ravenswood is still alive in that old house on the hill. If she is, then she is well over 100 years old. Her beautiful voice still carries over the town at night though, through the walls and night air. And sometimes, people still see lights in the house.
Some nights, when the moon is full and the sky is clear of clouds, you can still hear the lonely mourning of the bride, the maniacal laughter of the Phantom, and the faint tinkle of glass and laughter of party guests. Whether she is alive or not, what is well known is that poor Melanie never really left the crumbling mansion. She waits for her groom until Judgment Day.
Many fans of the ride believe the Phantom to be Melanie's father, Henry Ravenswood, seeking vengeance from beyond the grave. Others believe that it is the pure spirit of evil, and that a curse was upon the young girl."

Nous avons mangé au Lucky Nugget, un saloon exposant la plus grosse pépite d'or trouvée dans la mine du Big Thunder Mountain! Pas d'orchestre ce soir là mais j'adore y manger! / We've eaten at the Lucky Nugget Saloon! No ochestra this night but I love to eat there!

The Lucky Nugget

Phantom Manor

A boot Hill, le cimetière à côté du manoir, on peut entendre un "boom boom" régulier comme un battement de coeur.  / At boot Hill, next to the manor, we can ear a kind of boom boom from a tomb.

Boot Hill

Knock Knock. On a eu de la chance, le castmember a arrêté de faire entrer une fournée de gens juste avant nous. Nous avons eu 1 min ou 2 pour prendre des photos :) . / We've been lucky! The castmember has closed the door just before us. We had the time to take some pictures!

Me and Noémie

Moi et ma soeur dans le RER :P / My sister and I in the train

 

Ce dragon a les dents plus longues que moi ! / This guy has the longests teeth!

La musique de l'attraction, que j'adore. / The ride soundtrack. I love it!

Et l'intro du film parce que j'avais adoré la musique et le petit bal du début aussi! Désolée pour la mauvaise qualité! / And the intro to the Haunted mansion movie because I also love the OST and the first sequence! Sorry about the quality