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Las Vegas: Elvis, Justin Bieber and other Wax Statues

I have just a couple more Vegas snaps for you before I settle back into chronicling my sartorial life in Sydney again. Despite having been back now for nearly two weeks, my blogging has been so scarce that I’m yet to run out of material. Consequently, this is sort of two outfit posts in one, with an eye on some lovely gentlemen I met in Sin City.

The first set of photos I have for you are artfully posed beside one of my favourite retro gentlemen: dear Elvis. Vegas seems to have a thing for Elvis, actually, which made the souvenir stores quite a bit more tempting than anticipated, and a walk down the strip endlessly exciting. This wax replica of young Elvis stood outside Madame Toussard’s which was, oddly, in my hotel. We had quite a moment:

Cardigan: Louche, London
1950s Puerto Rican skirt: The Attic, Vegas
Necklace: Mother’s
Hair flower: Sportsgirl

I’ve always been skeptical about Madame Toussard’s, but after years of cynicism, I finally made it in. How shamefully touristique! Anyway, enough about the museum, and more about Justin Bieber. Check this out:

I’m afraid I don’t have the outfit credentials for Justin, but I can tell you mine. I’m wearing a delightful Anthropologie frock I picked up when I visited Boston in January, paired with some very plane-appropriate plaits, inspired by Andi B Goode.

Dress: Anthropologie
Cape: SoWa Markets, Boston
Shoes: Bass Shoes
Belt: Review

And so ends the Vegas posts! I do have a guest post on Las Vegas for Aussie on the Road in the works, plus a sneaky trip to Melbourne with the famous lovers of Like Johnny and June to see Dita Von Teese next weekend, but apart from that all is quiet on the Sydney front. I’ll be back soon with updates on all of these things, plus news from the Old Hat picnic extravaganza. In the meantime, have a lovely weekend!

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Las Vegas: Curiouser and Curiouser

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 hotel across the road periodically catches fire. Just casually. For some reason they installed an artificial volcano.

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 !

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