Photo editing programs have long been a part of our lives, so you can rarely see a photo that hasn’t been retouched. However, it’s wrong to think that Photoshop belongs only to the modern world. People have been improving the looks of their portraits for centuries. That means there were specialists in photo retouching that date all the way back to the nineteenth century. Even painters have worked hard to make models look more beautiful than they really were.
At Bright Side, we searched the archives and found photos of royalty from the nineteenth century and the beginning of the twentieth century, and we compared them to their portrait paintings. At the end of the article, we’ll show you what Vincent van Gogh really looked like.
Isabella II of Spain (1830 — 1904)
Mary of Teck, the spouse of George V (1867 — 1953)
Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, the mother of Queen Elizabeth II (1900 — 2002)
Princess Helena of the United Kingdom (1846 — 1923)
Victoria, Princess Royal, German Empress (1840 — 1901)
Charlotte of Belgium (1840 — 1927)
Sophie of Württemberg, Queen of the Netherlands (1818 — 1877)
Queen Victoria (1819 — 1901)
Maria Christina of Austria, Queen-consort of Spain (1858 — 1929)
Maria Luisa of Bourbon-Parma, Princess-consort of Bulgaria (1870 — 1899)
Grand Duchess Elena Vladimirovna of Russia (1882 — 1957)
Princess Beatrice of the United Kingdom, Queen Victoria’s fifth daughter (1857 — 1944)
Alexandra Feodorovna, the spouse of Nicholas II of Russia (1872 — 1918)
Princess Alice of Battenberg, the mother-in-law of Queen Elizabeth II (1885 — 1969)
Alexandra of Denmark, the spouse of Edward VII (1844 — 1925)
onus: Vincent van Gogh (1853 — 1890)
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Man Offered to Help Me with My Baby on a Plane — I Was Relieved Until I Saw…
The journey from Atlanta to San Francisco started with the usual chaos of traveling with a 14-month-old. My baby was fussy and crying, clearly uncomfortable in the confined airplane cabin. I felt the judgmental stares of other passengers, silently criticizing my inability to soothe her. Anxiety churned in my stomach as I tried everything to calm her, but nothing seemed to work.
About an hour into the flight, a kind-looking man sitting across the aisle caught my attention. With a warm smile, he offered to help, saying, “Would you like me to hold your baby for a while? I have a daughter around the same age, and I know how tough it can be. Let me take her for a bit; I think I can calm her down.”
Exhausted and desperate for a moment of peace, I hesitated only briefly before accepting his offer. He seemed genuine, and I was at my wit’s end. As he took my baby in his arms, she stopped crying and even started to smile, much to my relief.
Feeling relieved, I turned to retrieve my laptop and some snacks from my backpack, taking advantage of the calm. But when I turned back, my heart sank. My blood froze as I saw the man whispering something into my baby’s ear, his expression changing from kind to something far more sinister.
Panic surged through me. Was he trying to harm her? Was he planning to kidnap her?
My protective instincts kicked in, and I forced myself to stay calm. I couldn’t let fear paralyze me. I stood up and walked quickly but steadily towards him. “Excuse me,” I said, my voice shaking, “I think I need to take her back now.”
The man looked up, startled, but then smiled warmly again. “Of course,” he said, handing my baby back to me without any resistance. I held her close, feeling her little heart beating rapidly against mine.
As I sat back down, I watched the man out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to sense my suspicion and kept his distance for the remainder of the flight. I tried to focus on my baby, but my mind kept replaying the moment.
When we finally landed, I quickly reported the incident to airport security. They took my statement seriously and assured me they would investigate.
A few days later, airport security contacted me. They had reviewed the footage and spoken to the man. It turned out he was a well-known child psychologist who often calmed children on flights. His intentions had been entirely benign.
Feeling relieved and slightly embarrassed, I thanked them. The experience was a stark reminder of the importance of vigilance and a parent’s protective instincts.
This flight became a story I shared with friends and family, not just as a cautionary tale, but as a testament to the powerful bond between a parent and child. Despite the initial fear, it had a happy ending. I learned to trust my instincts and to be open to the kindness of strangers. In the days that followed, I became more appreciative of the small moments of peace and joy with my baby, grateful for the kindness that still exists in the world.
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