I did some modeling recently for a friend who's building up her portfolio as a professional photographer. She did an amazing job with the lighting and composition of the pieces! 
Here's her studio's info: www.mary-studio.com
http://www.facebook.com/marynature

I just acquired this beautiful antique photograph of two Swedish maidservants with lovely (obviously corseted) figures.  The image speaks for itself as an ironclad rebuttal against the people who claim that only upper-class women wore corsets, or that corsets impede work / physical activity!  

And if you’re interested in corsets, you might enjoy my upcoming book!  Amazon is offering pre-orders: http://www.amazon.com/Victorian-Secrets-Corset-Taught-Present/dp/1626361754/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374283149&sr=1-1&keywords=victorian+secrets

ON WINGS OF LOVE

By S. Conant Foster

Outing And The Wheelman

March 1884

Freshets rushing,

Bridges crushing,

Stay the way of

     Train and team -

What bold stranger

Braves the danger?

Who doth cross yon

     Angry stream?

Strong and swiftly,

Deep and deftly,

Dip his paddles

     In the tide;

Bravely done, sir!

Nobly won, sir!

See! he gains the

     Other side.

Wheel he carries,

Waits nor tarries,

Mounts, and quickly

     Rolls away;

While in wheeling,

Joyous feeling

Vents in happy

     Roundelay.

"'Cycle, 'cycle,

Whirling 'cycle,

Tell thy rider,

     An' thou please,

What sweet saying

Love betraying,

Thou dost whisper

     To the breeze.

"Nay, my beauty,

'Tis thy duty

To unfold thy

     Wisdom.  Come!

Voice thy learning

To thy turning;

What! in whisper

     Still art dumb?

"Rogue of metal!

Leaf and petal,

Twig and shrub on

     Either side;

Wondering prattle,

As we rattle;

Tell them why so

     Swift we ride.

"Still, dost falter?

At the altar,

All impatient,

     Waits a bride;

That is why we

Hurry by thee,

That is why so

     Swift we ride.

"On!  O 'cycle!

Knavish 'cycle!

Churl to make thy

     Master speak;

On to meet her!

On to greet her!

On! till journals

     Smoke and creak.

"Hark!  O 'cycle!

From St. Michael

Tolls the appointed

     Hour of four;

Hurry! speed ye!

Fly! for heed ye,

She doth signal

     From the door."