This napoleon is such a good boy! He cleaned his plate! And I’m always saying, Napoleons are pretty intelligent creatures. This one even figured out silverware!

There's no way that "jacobin" and "aristocratic" exist in the same sentence.

"Made on a budget of $75, the film was an unexpected smash hit, selling out theaters across the country. Thought lost after a vault fire in Paris in 1954, a full print was discovered in a Brazilian nursing home in 2013, where it was being used as a doorstop."

This person did a good job of making a modern-style Waterloo (1970) trailer I think

The time is not here where good men can serve their patrie with impunity; the defenders of liberty will only be outcasts, as long as the horde of rogues is in control.

My being a history nerd aside, LOOK AT HER GO

When Marie Antoinette commissioned an equestrian portrait of herself in the summer of 1771, she may thus have been cultivating a form of prestige that had nothing to do with her maternal prospects. The [later] canvas [depicted on the top of OP’s post], painted almost a decade later, depicts Marie Antoinette in the fitted trousers and mannish riding habit she first began wearing as a “barren,” beleaguered dauphine.“

Histoire de France - de Louis XIV a Napoleon - Illustrations

Father dressed immaculately in his knee breeches his silk stockings his tailcoat Mother dead in the parlor her arms folded across her chest as he leans against the far all and I am trying to get my arms around Augustin and Charlotte and Henriette they seem like children to me now, my brother and my sisters, though I am myself only six years on this earth and I try to hold them my arms straining and inadequate and I know already that the ma leaning there is dead to us too and I am responsible and now the door shuts hard the knocker clangs and he has said nothing I follow quickly an strain at the door and he is gone his horse clatters away and he is gone the Bois de Boulogne is full of citizens dressed innocently in tricolor trousers and clogs and red caps I walk among them my hand at my side the summer daylight lingering and they look to me and I want to open my arms they are children and there are many who would harm them and I am in my room above the carpentry yard the sky incarnate with dawn m words prepared at last for the Convention and I dress in white silk stockings and knee breeches and floral waistcoat and black tailcoat and red cravat and my hair is powdered and on the cobbles a scaffold and the blade, dear father, for us all