Hello Mister Bobcat! I love your face. It looks a bit like my face
when I’ve had my snoot to the grindstone for far too long,
and am yearnin’ to don some tattered finery and tear it up.
Oh, and didn’t I just? And how! This is how my face looks
when I realize that my silk velvet 1930′s gown won’t last the night.
Good thing I wore my unmentionables, eh? Oops, I just mentioned ‘em!
I got to wear my magical hat from Mlle. Verhext before it gets too hot for it-
isn’t it just the best? It has hypnotizing powers, so watch out!
(Photo by Amelia Doublespeak, isn’t she lovely?)
We ventured out to Party Like It’s 1929- a new soiree at The Carousel Lounge,
one of my favorite spots for night-time carousing (even though it’s only open until midnight- how quaint!)
Much apricot brandy, honey whiskey and um, some absinthe was consumed throughout the course of the evening.
Dangerous! I threw caution to the wind, kicked up my heels and was very naughty indeed.
We were joined by the impossibly beautiful Ekaterina Konovalova,
who made us all swoon with her devastating hat and gloves.
I have lots of other photographs from the evening, a very few of which can be seen
on my flickr, and others which shall never see the light of day unless I one day
decide to blackmail my cohorts of the evening
(and by default, further incriminate myself!)
Honestly, I had been positively monastic (well, practically) for months,
and I just plain forgot my sense! Oh my stars did I ever pay for it the next day!
When I finally poked my tousled, bleary head out the door, the whole world was
spinning. I know you can relate (well, I truly hope you can anyhow!) because
I suppose if we never got the occasional bastard butcher of a brutal hangover,
we’d think it was perfectly alright to go around swigging apricot brandy and
destroying perfectly nice dresses all the time. Well, and some still do!
I felt like this guy all day. It was pretty pathetic. I learnt my lesson, though!
I can’t help but be reminded of one of my favorite stories by Dorothy Parker,
“You Were Perfectly Fine”, which describes the horror and humor of a nasty
hangover in equal doses. I highly recommend that you read it immediately,
and maybe afterwards, you’ll tell me a story about how you were
perfectly awful and how funny it was later, won’t you?
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I am just realizing that “You were perfectly fine” is also a quote to me from our beloved Miss Dana Kitten, after I no doubt behaved terribly and bawdily at a pary out here. At the time it gave me much comfort and solace, and now it makes me laugh. As you know, my poor soul is far too often transformed into the Devil’s plaything, and it is a balm to know my beloved friends remain steadfast through the havoc…..til the nextg time at least..love you , Miss Diablo.
Oh yes! One of my favorite All Hallow’s Evening’s had a fantastic southern rain storm. It was very hot that year, and the street’s warmth rose up my legs, my Victorian style granny boot’s off my tootsies and immediately in hand, as my make-up began to run down my cheeks. I was dressed in a paper thin antique dress and I became possessed by the lightening and thunder. I could not keep myself from mapcap wrestling matches, and wild shrieking as my friends and I ran through the streets. My dress practically dissolved but clung on to me, leaving me mostly in my fine lacy slip, with stockings that had begun to look more like spider webs and a dented soggy top hat. I don’t regret it one bit!
I KNOW you lived in the 1920′s…I am just SURE of it! You are gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, even if your lovely dress disintegrated…the swirling greeneries on Flickr are truly absynthian and I can feel your pain! But what a good time you had, no?
The Parker piece was just wonderful…and funny and sad…
Ahhhh the wardrobe malfunctions that happen when one wears old dresses. When I wore my beautiful 30s burgundy lace dress, the slip disintegrated within an hour and I had to tape it to my body!!! You look amazing!!! And I love the story…how many times that has happened. Debauchery is good for us!
I hope this goes ok!
Bjork – Triumph Of The Heart
Blurry nights in beautiful clothes are the best.
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