I took another illustrious sun-drenched stroll through Pyrmont today, stopping off for breakfast and eating muffins in the sun. It was all rather extravagant. This is what I wore:
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My life is nothing but essays and cups of tea right now – busy busy busy. While I’m squirrelling away, Sydney is settling into Winter, which is all sorts of wonderful, albeit rainy. I’ve been feeling cosy in capes and stockings and berets as I flit ’round uni. Mmm!
Until I find time to photograph some of my more wintry ensembles, here’s a snapshot of an outfit I wore earlier in the semester for a Darcy Society afternoon tea. Navy and red! I have such a weakness.
Top Cabbages & Roses | 1950s Skirt The Attic | Belt Review | Shoes Clark’s | Hair Flowers Sportsgirl | Badge Darcy Society
If the rain persists, I’ll be wearing gumboots in my next outfit post (which wouldn’t altogether be a bad thing). In the meantime, I send my well-coiffed, vintage love to you all.
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
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.
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!
I wasn’t going to visit Vegas without a little jaunt to the local vintage stores, it being rockabilly country and all. Eager as always for a rummage, I did a google search and came across a store called “The Attic” in the Las Vegas Arts District (yes, there is such a thing), billed as the world’s largest vintage store. Most appropriate!
So I set out to visit “The Attic”, and was greeted by the most charming vintage caricatures.
And inside, a treasure trove – all carefully labelled and looked after, but arranged in pleasantly higgledy-piggledy fashion. Mid-century frocks, 30s boudoir slippers, extravagant coats, a profusion of hats, vintage showgirl costumes and the like all shared racks – all magnificent and over-the-top.
One of the highlights of the visit – apart from the veritable stash of vintage goodies I managed to procure – was the menagerie of animals inhabiting the place. I was surprised to find an exotic bird chilling out in the corner of the store, and positively thrilled to find an adorable cat called “Miss Kitty” swanning about.
Vintage folk seem to have a particular propensity for loving cats (see Vintage, Vixen), so it seemed an excellent choice of animal for a vintage store. I loved how Miss Kitty cosied up to the lacy loungewear:
And settled down in a pile of vintage gloves:
Seriously, I love cats.
But “The Attic” wasn’t great solely for its menagerie of animals (although that helps) – the store offers on-the-spot alterations, and has its own line of reproduction dresses, plus makes them to-order. The staff are lovely, passionate, and have an incredible inventory of knowledge about their vintage pieces, what they are and where they came from.
Unfortunately disaster befell “The Attic” quite recently. A nearby gas leak meant that their large warehouse that earned them the tag line of “biggest vintage store in the world” had to close, and they moved across the road into smaller quarters – the ones that I visited – which are wonderful, but simply not the same. It being too expensive to keep up the business in the wake of the disaster, “The Attic” is regrettably closing soon, after 23 years in business. Alex, the friendly gentleman who helped me and owns “The Attic”, is understandably quite devastated.
Nevertheless, I believe there are plans for an online store and a grand reopening at some point in the future, so if you’re visiting Las Vegas, don’t despair. I also understand there will be an extravagant half price sale before “The Attic” closes in a couple of months or so.
In any case, if you visit Vegas and need a vintage fix, the Arts District is your place. You may have to avoid a mugging to get to the antique malls (the area is a little seedy to say the least – try and count the bail bond offices), but they’re packed with the most marvellous of vintage treasures, and are a welcome reprieve from the bustle and flashing lights of The Strip.
Photos of my treasures to come!
Bonjour mes amis!
Today I ravaged a treasure-filled vintage store in the Las Vegas Arts District – but more on that later. I’m just dropping by today to show you this little snap of the outfit I wore to see Phantom of the Opera this evening (just casually).
Americans don’t seem to be too fond of frocking up for the theatre, but I persevered nonetheless, and ended up sashaying into the theatre wearing this blue number I snapped up at Anthropologie on a shopping expedition yesterday – you may notice I already own this frock in red, but shh. It was most appropriate for Phantom, paired with a little silver 1940s-style necklace that you sadly miss in this snapshot, a poofy petticoat and seam stockings.
The glam ensemble worked a treat on the gentlemen too, I soon found out, as I had the pleasure of sharing the elevator with a particularly seedy man who told me I looked like Snow White, winked, and suggested I might also make a nice Sleeping Beauty. Ah, the Vegas pick-up lines; they kill me.
I’ll be seeing you soon with more news from the strange, technicolour city that is Vegas.
Cape: SoWa markets, Boston
Seam stockings: What Katie Did
Hair flower: Sportsgirl
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 !
Thank you for your lovely and interesting responses to my post on vintage and feminism – I’m still responding to some of you. Even though I do have a specific blog for all my feminist musings (or as of late, lack thereof), I’d like to make posts like these more of a regular feature on Ravishing, seeing as we’re all so inspired. At the very least, I daresay I’ll put up something about vintage and body image at some point: a topic I decided to save for a separate post as I just have SO MANY FEELINGS about it all.
As I’m still living off my travel wardrobe, I don’t really have any fabulous outfits to showcase from my recent wanderings. Instead, I’ll show you an outfit I wore awhile back to the launch of Seam Magazine in Brisbane.
I should have written about Seam Magazine before now, because it’s all kinds of adorable. The crafty, vintage-inspired zine, written by the lovely Linsey from Brisbane, is an absolute visual feast – the photo shoots, featuring dreamy fashions by Alice Nightingale, are positively to die for. It’s also the perfect accompaniment to a pot of Earl Gray tea and some cookies. Seriously, vintage types – get on that (check it out here or on etsy).
And voila, the outfit:
I leave for Las Vegas very soon, so leave me your travel tips if you have any.
In any case, à bientôt !