Saturday 8 October 2011

To all the Bright Young Things


For past few weeks, I have met a circle of souls who are all kindred spirits of the roaring age. So for this I bow down humbly to the powers of social media and the modern age, without which I would still be sat alone in my room with the lamp burning low, shrill cornet bleats and quivering voices rising from my gramophone. Surrounded by sepia photographs hanging around my head, I grieved that there would be no one else in the world with whom I could ever really share the magic of that world with.

And so in celebration of these new found souls, I hereby declare a twenties revival society; the flame has been lit again, and we shall bask in the brightness of the bright young things!

In greedy haste, on pleasure bent,

We have no time to think, or feel

What need is there for sentiment

Now we've invented Sex Appeal?


We've silken legs and scarlet lips,

We're young and hungry, wild and free,

Our waists are round about the hips

Our shirts are well above the knee


We've boyish busts and Eton crops,

We quiver to the saxophone.

Come, dance before the music stops,

And who can bear to be alone?


Come drink your gin, or sniff your 'snow',

Since Youth is brief, and Love has wings,

And time will tarnish, ere we know,

The brightness of the Bright Young Things.


"Women of 1926" - James Laver.

Tuesday 4 October 2011

Oh frabjous day, calloo callay! Happy Birthday Buster!


No, it's not by me, but I love this poem and it springs to mind today, October 4th, when in 1895 one of the greatest talents this world has seen was born. I am slightly biased, because he has had me spellbound since I was a 14 year old school girl; but let's ignore that for now. All you need to know is that he was one of the greatest film makers of all time, a lovely person - and today is his birthday!

A BIRTHDAY

by: Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

      Y heart is like a singing bird
      Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
      My heart is like an apple-tree
      Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
      My heart is like a rainbow shell
      That paddles in a halcyon sea;
      My heart is gladder than all these,
      Because my love is come to me.

      Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
      Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
      Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
      And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
      Work it in gold and silver grapes,
      In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
      Because the birthday of my life
      Is come, my love is come to me.



Friday 2 September 2011

And some other goodies I happened to pick up recently...



eBay has been very twenties generous recently. With these earrings, I'll certainly be ready for my close up...


For gorgeous 1920s earrings...





...visit Jewellery By Costume Drama here.

This lovely lady has been supplying me with stunning hand made twenties inspired jewellery for a while. And she sells so reasonably; it's easy to treat yourself!

These are a few of my recent purchases. I would recommend you visit her online store over at eBay for more designs - my collection is always growing. Fast friendly and fantastic service with earrings to die for - what more could you want? And they won't break the bank!







Wednesday 22 June 2011

1925 Vintage Yrby Perfume Bottle "Mon Ame"

A rather lovely Art Deco perfume bottle from 1925. I have never had the luxury of experiencing this perfume, but the bottle would be enough to adorn my dresser.

Sadly, from a little research, it looks as though Mon Ame no longer exists in any form (although there is a tanning lotion in existence of the same name, which, with my pale complexion, is less than appealing).

So it will have to be that the admiration of this bottle is all the choice we have.

Perhaps you can treat yourself to one should you have a cool $2,700 going spare, as the link from Christie's suggests. Alternatively, there is currently one up for auction on eBay; and with six days remaining, it's currently at $152.50...








Tuesday 21 June 2011

How to smell like the 20's


Today I smell of 1925.

This may potentially conjure up an image of a musty, moth eaten silk flapper dress from an old attic, or rusting old Ford; however, cast your mind to a boudoir with velvet cushions, the seduction of swirling smoke from heavy incense, the heady heat of the East. Gentlemen; imagine a Sheba. A smokey eyed, scarlet lipped temptress luring you lasciviously. Ladies; a Sheik. A smouldering, tall, strong, dark Valentino about to take you in his grip and make love to you passionately.

This is a scent of intrigue; deep, sensual, heady, romantic and mysterious. For the lady who wears it; think Theda Bara in a bottle, and this is Shalimar. It is the scent of vamps.

Shalimar by Guerlain was re-launched in 1925 after having initially been created in 1921. The bottle itself is beautifully ornate; a midnight blue stopper with Guerlain Paris scrawled in gold, sitting atop a crystal urn shaped bottle on a footer, with a gold label in the centre displaying it’s name decadently.

Apparently (so I have read in sources long forgotten) the perfume contains pheromones amongst the other dark velvet infusions; whether this is true or not, it was the first perfume to ever heavily use vanilla as its base note which Jacques Guerlain considered to be a powerful aphrodisiac, making it a perfume designed to intentionally inspire love and lust. So, when I say it is the perfume of vamps, it really is - it epitomizes the dark eyed, bee stung lipped, pale skinned beauty who peers out of a smoky screen and lures her lover into the darkness of her Eastern boudoir.

It is exactly this heady exotic Eastern world that inspired the perfume. The name Shalimar means ‘Abode, or Hall of Love’ in Sanskrit, and is taken from the Gardens of Shalimar in Lahore in what is now Pakistan, built by Shah Jahan in memory of his wife, the love story of whom also inspired this perfume.

The top notes in this scintillating scent are bergamot, hesperidies and lemon, with rose, jasmine, iris, patchouli and vetiver making up the middle notes. Vanilla, opoanax, musk, civet, leather, ambergris, sandalwood and incense all combine to give the velvety rich base notes which I adore.

Sadly, modern versions of the perfume have been altered so that the deeper, darker muskier notes which were so apparent in the original have now been overpowered by higher citrus notes to adapt to changing tastes in perfumes.

Earlier perfumes of the twentieth century most certainly follow a trend of the dark, intense musky fragrance as opposed to most perfumes of today; personally, I prefer the darker scents with this musky infusion as opposed to the lighter citrus notes that modern fragrances favour. The depth of Shalimar undoubtedly creates this warm, sensuality that modern scents just cannot match.

What can I say; the lady is a vamp. Shalimar is a perfume that exhibits all the elegance, velvety purrs and feline grace of the panther, with a gentle wink that reminds the admirer of the hidden claws and teeth.