ABSTRACT
Ribbon bows dance in the breeze, large butterflies upon the frills and lace that ripple about collars and cuffs. Accompanying this vision are a series of words: “Louis Quatorze,” “Rokumeikan,” 1 “noblewomen,” or “grand ball.” These words, themselves adorned with frills and each of equal weight, dazzlingly begin to narrate their own histories. There may also be a lyric poem like those that once, each month, adorned the title pages of magazines for girls.
