Last Saturday we attended the Muse til Midnight event at LACMA. I was worked up for days beforehand. I made my poor husband sit through numerous wardrobe changes and even sent him photos at work to critique. Wound up wearing a Goodwill skirt that I hand dyed brown and a Todd Wyeth top that I was only too excited to wear. Mostly because when I purchased it almost two years ago for a mere pittance, I had put on so much weight that I could barely get it to clasp shut. Whew. For awhile there I thought I was never going to be to wear it.
I didn't know what to expect. I hadn't been out for eons and had been dreaming from afar to be amongst like minded souls. Can't seem to find any out here in Riverside, CA. For some fool reason I worried that people might be reluctant to pose for pictures. Boy was I wrong.
Everyone takes such pains in creating their outfits that think that they are quite proud to be asked to pose. I know I was. Trust me, some of the outfits were amazingly creative.
We were having such a grand time mingling, people watching and posing for photos in one of those photo booth thingies, that the Thomas Eakins exhibit had closed when we finally decided to check it out. No matter. We then moved another part of the museum to hear live music and shake a leg.
A very special thanks to The Jazz Age on Facebook for this wonderful link about boudoir dolls. Plenty of great images, just click up above. Also, be sure to check out this wonderful and active group on Facebook. Group members never fail to post delightful video and music sure to please any Jazz Age fan.
According to one vintage tour book I have from the era, these dolls were handed out for free to the ladies at the clubs in Paris. Can you imagine?
"Must my poor young life be passed in eating and drinking and domestic trivialities? A woman lives from sixteen to forty. I tremble at the thought of losing a month of my life.
Why have I studied and tried to know more than other women-priding myself on knowing all the sciences which famous men are said, in their biographies, to have known?
I have a smattering of everything, but know thoroughly only history, literature and physics. When I say that I have a smattering of everything, I mean everything that is interesting; but it is true, that, if I put my mind to it, I find everything interesting, and this puts me in a fever."
Labryrinth with David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly circa 1986. I was 24. My love affair with Bowie was long underway by then. Somewhere else on this blog (where did that post go?) I think that I may have mentioned how my father introduced me to Bowie as a little girl. How excited I was to be able to sit snuggled up beside him as he told me (something to this effect) "Here mija. Look at the weirdo." It was a special event indeed to be allowed to sit up late into the night and watch The Midnight Special.
Thing is, Bowie didn't freak me out in the least. Instead I found my young self mesmerized. The labyrinth scene and Bowie's commanding presence in this movie only made things worse. Was I so wrong? Oh how I wanted Sarah to run off with the Goblin-King.
Okay maybe I'm just being my usual melodramatic self but it's little moments like this that me so glad to be alive at this point in time. Glad to see the internet take flight and to be here to witness the magic taking place via the digital age.
Like a lot of women I go weak in the knees for a romantic yet tragic love story. As a young girl I thought that true love came only once in a lifetime. Now I know that it often crosses your path more than once and in many different forms.
Someone made a comment on YouTube about how Bowie forever influenced their taste in men. At first I laughed until I remembered a recent remark by my husband about my current desktop photo. Not that I actually recall anyone in my past resembling a Goblin-King or vampire but yeah, I guess he has a point. Maybe he's on to something. Fascinating what we can still learn about ourselves at 46.
Thanks a billion times over to the creator of this video. Thanks VsWoman for bringing Sarah and Jareth together once more even if only for a little while.
Don't know where they dug up some of this video but I love it. I think that the haunting music by Darklily and the fascinating visuals compliment one another beautifully. I dare you to view the scenes with the magician only once.
The ship scene brings to mind the 1922 movie Nosferatu which in turn reminds me of my father. The two of us shared an appreciation of this freaky pointy eared vampire.
The loss of my beloved dogs. The loss of my father last summer? Maybe it's just my age. I can't help but wonder how I feel about the possibility that 100 years from now, someone could use film footage of me in any manner they see fit. I didn't give a rat's behind about these things a few years ago but they are certainly popping up in my head lately.
Can't dwell on it too much as I have no control over what happens after I'm dust into dust. On the other hand, I would much rather leave them something interesting to work with.