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Gros Bisous de la France

Oh, hey. Remember when I had a blog?

I think I got wrapped up in my life for awhile there, which is quite forgivable given what has come to pass. It would be impossible to catalogue everything that’s gone down since I last left you in Ireland, but here are some snapshots and stories from some more photo-worthy things.

First of all, l’appart. The palatial Chez Michelle. I moved into an apartment on a street that looks like this. I’m living in an adorable lyonnaise studio with a river view above a puppet museum, which is several levels of ridiculous. It has big French windows which I can throw open in the mornings when it’s sunny. This is cobblestoned route I take home from the metro.

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I’ve been travelling too. I, uh, went to Sweden. Casually. I flew up to Stockholm to spend time with my beautiful Finnish 1930s extraordinaires Riikka and Jirina. And we have many, many photos to show for the weekend. I recommend you pop across to Riikka’s blog to perve on the out of control vintage dinner party we had the pleasure of attending with Miriam and her lovely Swedish friends.

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I had another London fix. Going to London is good for the soul. I go there and I brunch, I drink good coffee, and just generally potter around feeling content. I’m gradually becoming more and more convinced that the rest of my life needs to happen in London.

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In this travel frenzy, I made it to Paris too for my favourite francophone Sabra’s burlesque debut. She was fabulous fabulous fabulous, and you should go lurk her blog here. Here she is, photo courtesy of Meler Jean-François.

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And here are some rad French burlesque girls.

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And soon after, with Sabra in tow, I went to Marché de la Mode Vintage, Lyon’s veritable vintage event of the season. We met 1940s girl Jessica of Leçons de Retro.

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Also in Lyon, I’ve been winning latté art competitions.

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And attending parties at chateaus.

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And taking day trips to fairytale lakes.

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To add more ridiculousness to the ridiculousness, the week before last I went to Finland (again). Riikka and I made trouble and threw picnics all over Helsinki, and I took a boat to Estonia (say what?). The photos on photos we instagrammed and added to our personal collections deserve a post of their own, but here’s a preview.

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And I swear I’m not making all this up, but right now I’m in Nice on the start of a side-trip into the South and down through Italy. Sigh.

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But really, there is so much more absurdity to come, so I shouldn’t be getting all overwhelmed. Just when I put it all together in a post like this, it seems out of control. I’m really having a fabulous time in France, and would rather not come home. My days here are numbered now, so I’m throwing as many dinner parties while I still can. It’s all red wine and cake until the end of July.

Lovely to drop by again. I might be back soon, I might not. But in the meantime just imagine the decadence.

Gros bisous de la France,

Michelle

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London-bound

Bonjour amis/amies,

I’m flying to London in a few hours! I’ll be in London this weekend visiting my great London lady-love, Lex, who I met last November in the Collectif boutique near Brick Lane. She’s another fabulous feminist/vintage girl (how do I find these people?), a high femme, and generally extravagant person. We were inseparable for the last days of my trip last year.

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This weekend we’ll be bonding, brunching, and probably staring into each others’ eyes. In adorable news, Lex and her boyfriend Theo are engaged, as of Thursday, so there is that excitement to deal with.

There will be London/Lex blog updates, OBVIOUSLY, but if you stay tuned to @ravishingretro and @theseasonofthewitch on instagram, there will be much to see there, I promise you.

Gros bisous de Lyon,

Michelle

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London, Brussels, Everywhere

I’ve traversed three countries since we last spoke – oh, the excitement of it all. I write from Maastricht in The Netherlands, where I’m visiting my prodigal brother. I’m still internetting, of course, so I bring you these ridiculous tourist photos from my morning in London yesterday.

First: Harry Potter. I passed through King’s Cross Station yesterday, so I OBVIOUSLY went via Platform 9 3/4. Fangirl fangirl. I just…I can’t even.


More fangirling fun was had at the British Library. I’m surprised my face didn’t just melt off. I saw the First Folio (omg), Jane Austen’s writing desk, original Beatle’s lyrics, handwritten Sylvia Plath verse and a smorgasbord of other literary treasures in a slightly surreal twenty-minute wander through the exhibitions. Also, the entire original manuscript of On the Road. WHAT EVEN?

1950s skirt The Attic, Las Vegas | Cardigan Louche, London | Shoes Urban Outfitters

So then, to Brussels, where it was difficult to be tired and unhappy because of all the adorable French-speaking and chocolatiers. I managed to woman up enough to practice my French on the Belgians, and gave myself waffles as reward. Mmm waffles. And Brussels is so preeeetty ❤


1960s trapeze coat Fab Gabs

Back soon with Dutch fashun.

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Tidings from London

So many London delights. These first few days I’ve been dragging my suitcase over cobblestones, staring into vintage stores, catching the tube all over town, and drinking ALL the English Breakfast tea. London is so unashamedly cliché, like a parody of itself. The double-decker buses and policemen in helmets emblazoned on all the tourist merchandise are legitimately swarming about the city. Tourist fantasies are never disappointed.

London doesn’t disappoint my retro fantasies either. I arrived yesterday and popped straight over to The Diner in Islington, where I have a history of drinking mojitos and spiked milkshakes. It’s a diner-starved Australian’s retro dream: all red booths and rockabilly music. Alas, 8:30am was a little keen for a mojito, but I enjoyed coffee in the surrounds and appreciated the hipster waitress fashion. So much contentment.


I stayed in Portobello Rd last night, dangerously near the London What Katie Did boutique, where I bought ALL the seamed stockings. It was inevitable. WKD do metallic seams these days, which are just a little bit ridiculous and amazing. Also, polka dot contrast seams! I also managed some sheer gloves. Pix to come of all these treasures.

Winter fashions are fun. I’m enjoying my Fab Gabs 60s angora trapeze coat, perhaps a little too much. Stockings and cashmere and scarves, oh my. Plus so many opportunities for hat-wearing, mmmm. Here is the ensemble du jour:


60s coat Fab Gabs | Frock Sarah-Jane, Newtown | Cardigan Quick Brown Fox | Capelet Boston | Shoes Urban Outfitters

The plan is to depart London tomorrow, but I’ll be back soon for three weeks of swing dancing, vintage shopping, cafe-dwelling and the like. Until next time, sleepy tidings! Jet lag is a cruel mistress.

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Europe: the Grand Vintage Tour

The other night at around 2am, in a dizzying spell of Fab Gabs fever, I pressed “submit order” on Etsy to the most divine 60s trapeze coat I ever did see. Ladies and gentlemen, behold!


The sleeves! Oh, the sleeves! It’s oh-so-divine, I’m not sure I’ll ever reconcile myself to its beauty.

I show you this glorious coat not just because it’s glorious, but also because it is destined to be my official Europe coat, and I wanted to tell the blogosphere that I’ll be popping across from Australia very soon. Yes, to Europe I go! With this mohair 60s number as my constant companion.

I’ll be flitting about from November onwards, dropping into The Netherlands to visit my wayward sibling, then lolling about in London for as long as I can manage (with plans to collide with Johnny and June and make it to Chap Magazine’s Grand Anarcho-Dandyist Ball in early December). I’ll be home in Australia for Christmas, then waltzing back over to live in Lyon, France for six months. Quel voyage !

It’s time I started gathering flea market tips and café suggestions, making lunch dates and finding swing dance classes to frequent. So lovely vintage people, are you in London? Are you in the Netherlands, France, or any nearby town with nice cafés and vintage stores? If so, please tell me your secrets, vintage-related or otherwise. And let’s hang out.

Because all this Europe talk has me in a Europe mood, here’s a photo flashback of the last time I was wandering through your medieval towns. Soon cobblestones and I will be reunited!


Tweedy times ahead en Europe.

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Fanciful Heart-Prints

I was in the mood for a bit of fairy floss pink this morning, so I wore my fanciful heart tights to class. It was all a little neo-50s, in the most pleasant of ways – not a vintage item in sight. Perhaps I’ll swap seamed stockings for print tights more often.

Frock Bettie Page | Cardigan Louche, London | Cape SoWa Markets, Boston | Scarf  David Jones | Hair flower Sportsgirl | Tights Topshop | Shoes Bass

Tally-ho!

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RIP Aqua Cat Eyes: An Obituary

I’m in mourning right now; I’m in mourning for a pair of original 50s aqua cat eyes. I’m not sure I’ll ever recover. These glorious mid-century frames were tragically lost to the back seat of a taxi cab last week, and ever since I’ve felt a little empty. Oh, the exquisite sadness of it all!

To celebrate the life of my favourite aqua sunglasses, here is a pictorial representation of our time together:

I’ll be searching Etsy for the rest of my life, trying to replace these glorious specs.

RIP Aqua Cat Eyes.

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