Filming begins on BBC's lavish new Bronte drama To Walk Invisible as cast take over York in [tr]

UK Daily Mail ^ | May 19, 2016 | Joanna Crawley

[C19fan]

Fresh from the huge success of their adaptation of War & Peace, work has begun on the BBC's latest literary drama. To Walk Invisible: The Bronte Sisters, written and directed by the award winning Sally Wainwright (Happy Valley, Last Tango In Halifax), has begun shooting, with the streets of York transformed this week for the one off, two hour drama. Finn Atkins, who plays Charlotte Bronte and Charlie Murphy, who has been cast as her younger sister Anne, were both spotted on set on Thursday in their elaborate 19th century costumes.

[C19fan]

As a Brontëite this is awesome.

[PLMerite]

I lived in Yorkshire for a while but I never did the Bronte thing. I did want to visit Haworth Churchyard though:

[Albion Wilde]

bump

[T-Bone Texan]

I bet that place is super creepy at night!

[PLMerite]

"I bet that place is super creepy at night!"

Yes, I bet. One place that I did go that is creepy in the daytime is Highgate Cemetery in London:

[Albion Wilde]

I loooooove that era in fashions, both men’s and women’s. That photo of the stunt men is yummy. Love that blue checked dress, too, and the sweep of the rust-colored skirt.

[Tax-chick]

... Finn Atkins, who plays Charlotte Bronte and Charlie Murphy, ...

Commas, people. Commas!

[Tax-chick]

The dress designs are a bit fussy for my taste, although I know they had to keep warm! I love the brown fabric, though.

[Albion Wilde]

That guy in the waist-length vest and tan coat with the top hat — I love that look!

[Tax-chick]

Yeah, pretty sharp! According to a book I read recently, working-class and especially lower-class men often wore secondhand clothing, so it was unusual for their things to fit them well.

The author was an English historian and reenactor who, among other “research,” lived for a year on a Victorian living-history farm. I love my indoor plumbing!

[Albion Wilde]

According to a book I read recently, working-class and especially lower-class men often wore secondhand clothing, so it was unusual for their things to fit them well.

Every once in awhile the DailyMail publishes mugshots from that era of men and women arrested for crimes or committed to mental wards, and your comment rings true from what I've seen there. Very Dickensian.

[Albion Wilde]

Here are some examples:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2278309/Faces-Victorian-underworld-Theyre-criminal-mugshots-taken-150-years-ago—days-punishment-swift-brutal.html

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2171308/Mugshots-Victorian-thieves-reveal-era-poverty-posing-photograph-special-occasion.html

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2017054/Britains-Slumdogs-The-ragged-filthy-East-London-children-just-100-years-ago-living-life-grime.html

[Tax-chick]

Yes, very much what the writer described; she may even have used some of the same public-domain photographs.

And of course, most people, especially the poor, were tiny by our standards. Even tall people rarely had our breadth of shoulders or (bad for women) width of hips.

[Peter Libra]

I am indebted to you for this absolute treasure trove of old London. My father was born at Bromley by Bow in 1905. His father was a dock worker and drafted in WW1, taken prisoner early in that war in France. Address given was Kerbey Street, Poplar. My father said very little of his early life. He joined the British Army to escape grinding poverty, since his father's health was ruined after three years as a prisoner. He was permanently unemployed.

I now have a graphic idea of just how things were for my father and his sisters. Small wonder he hardly ever reminisced about his childhood.

[Albion Wilde]

Oh, Peter LIbra, how very kind and touching of you to share your dad’s experience with me. I am so glad you found those photos illuminating. The pictures are why I like to read the DailyMail online, in spite of its horrible writing and editing. You can zoom in on them on your computer and see great detail. God bless your Dad where he is, my FRiend.