Hellooo from Las Vegas, vintage friends! Vegas is a curious, curious place. It’s so curious that I have hardly enough outlandish words with which to adequately describe it, so rather than narrate my adventures, these photos in pretty frocks will have to suffice:
Paris, Las Vegas
Vegas seems to be really into pretending it’s not Vegas.
Venice, Las Vegas
My hotel happens to feature an artificial canal, a painted sky ceiling à la Harry Potter, Venetian souvenir stores and gondola rides. It’s quite weird, but also fun in a we’re-totally-in-Disneyland kind of way.
Ancient Rome, Las Vegas
The shopping is also pretty excellent. This Ralph Lauren jacket and I can never be, but we spent a beautiful ten minutes together.
I also seem to have developed a penchant for Western-wear.
We already know I have a penchant for Bettie Page. Sigh sigh.
Each hotel, and each outfit more extravagant than the last.
This beautiful red cape has been my constant companion. Picked up for a song in Sydney, it’s been flitting about with me here in Vegas and soliciting cries of “yo, Little Red Riding Hood!” everywhere I go.
As a final note, Happy Valentine’s Day and all that! I wouldn’t usually mention it, except that I happened to witness about a dozen weddings (some in gondolas), and a magnificent proposal in my hotel today. Apparently here it’s Kind Of A Big Deal.
I’ll be back with reports from the world’s largest vintage store and a hot rod exhibition – until then, à bientôt !