Moonchild Vintage: 1940S

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The IT Girl~

Flappers, Flappers, Flappers!! All the new additions remind me of the feeling of those old 1920s movies with Clara Bow, who was the original IT GIRL~ So learn the Charleston and get out those Black stockings and Dance the night away!

GEORGIE GIRL Brown Polka Dot Sheer Mini Dress

1920s I WANNA BE LOVED BY YOU Pinoir

SHE'S A RAINBOW Psychedelic Art Nouveau Dress

SEASON OF THE FOX Fur Hat

The ZELDA Dress

1960s ANNA MAGNANI Italian Cream Cardigan

CLARA BOW IN THE MORNING Pink and Lace Camisole

I DREAM OF GENIE Gold Metallic Flats

1920s Brown Cloche Hat

Early 1960s Black Suede Scallop Pumps

1940s Black Velvet Handbag

THE DAY OF THE LOCUST Sheer Polka Dot Dress

Friday, June 11, 2010

Certain Ladies~

There are certain dresses and certain ladies that remind me of a time when ladies wore hats and gloves and purses that match and drank Rye and were skilled in the art of repartee. It is a time I actually long for quite often and when I do, I get out the the real stockings with garter belt and throw on a lovely dress, just like the ones that I found recently for my shop. When I am wearing these dresses I am immediately transported to a dining car on the Orient Express, or laughing at some witty joke I just told sitting in the lobby of the Algonquin Hotel, or sipping dry martinis with my man at The Brown Derby. Sure, these are fantasies , but they help soothe the speed of the modern world and inspire me to even sometimes get out the type writer and work on a poem or story. These dresses are stories in themselves. That is what I love about real vintage clothing; it has a history and a story to it...what happened in these frocks? Your guess is a as good as mine, but one can certainly put one of these beauties on and continue the story, in ones own life and in the wonderful world of the imagination.

And for goodness sakes, don't forget to read your Dorothy Parker!!

A Certain Lady

Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,

And drink your rushing words with eager lips,

And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,

And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.

When you rehearse your list of loves to me,

Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.

And you laugh back, nor can you ever see

The thousand little deaths my heart has died.

And you believe, so well I know my part,

That I am gay as morning, light as snow,

And all the straining things within my heart

You'll never know.

Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,

And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, --

Of ladies delicately indiscreet,

Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.

And you are pleased with me, and strive anew

To sing me sagas of your late delights.

Thus do you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,

Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.

And when, in search of novelty, you stray,

Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ....

And what goes on, my love, while you're away,

You'll never know.
~Dorothy Parker