I've been pretty open, if not strident, about my disdain for what I call "steamjunk". Sadly, far too many steampunk aficionados seem to think that gluing gears to something or epoxying a bunch of brass junk together is the height of the genre's artistic achievement. It's embarrassing how prevalent the mentality has become.
Then I stumble across something like this steampunk spacesuit and my cold, bitter heart warms up to the possibilities of retro-futurism once again. The picture was taken at the Gaslight Gathering 3. I haven't been able to track down the artist yet, but as soon as I do it will be my pleasure to give proper credit for a job very well done.