Vintage Garage/Retail Therapy

Today I actually went shopping, something (believe it or not) I have not done in a pretty long time. Working in retail, and the fact that I’ve been focusing so much on buying for the shop lately, have meant that I haven’t really been looking for myself, and I’d rather spend my days off blissin’ out at home or at the markets.

I started out the day in a real 40′s vibe.

1940′s Raffia Straw Boater with velvet trim – Love Vintage Fair, Brisbane

1940s’ Dress – Fabulous 40′s & 50′s

Belt, Earrings and Hosiery – Alannah Hill

Ring – 1950′s vintage

I went to my old faithful stomping ground, Vintage Garage in Smith St, Collingwood, for some much needed indulgent retail therapy. A select vintage market with some of Melbourne’s finest vintage dealers, I always find something amazing when I go there.

I did notice the absence of Miss Bonnie Rose’s stall, Bonnie Rose Vintage, who has since packed up her place at Vintage Garage to focus on her styling etc. She always has a wonderful 40′s collection, and I was glad to see in her replacement was an equally amazing lass who does great 40′s and 50′s.

I left with an amazing pair of authentic 1930′s silk damask and ecru lace pajamas. They are absolutely divine, incredible condition for their age and so many unique little details, I don’t think these babies are gonna stay inside the house! I may be getting back into a wearing-sleepwear-outside phase all over again.

 How sweet are these little heart pockets! I die!!!!!

Mr Donkey thought they were pretty primo!

I also bought some other goodies from Lost & Found around the corner, some 30′s style mary-janes, a 70′s does flapper throwback dress with heaps of buttons and great sleeves, a beautiful garter belt and a gorgeous 50′s black velvet open opera coat – all at really affordable prices, which is what I guess you can expect from Lost & Found, it’s easy to get LOST in there. God I’m making dad jokes, what is happening to me?

I’ll leave you with this little lullaby….

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House Proud

Maybe it’s because I’m now working in home-wares, or the fact that I’m growing up, or that I’m currently living in the nicest share house I’ve ever lived in but I’m becoming so house proud lately! All I seem to think about it lounge suites, wall hangings, planters and candles. I’m going to do a post in the next couple of weeks on my room, which I share with my boyfriend Jesse. Luckily he shares my love of religious paraphernalia, warm autumn colour palettes and tapestries so our style goes nicely together – although our room is mostly a dedication to my wardrobe.

I’ve spent to much time and money investing in and collecting garments that I now want to focus on my living space. I love vintage and antique furnishings, art deco and noveau style and ‘treasure trove’ aesthetics, more is more and the devil is in the details. There have been so many blog posts popping up lately on interiors that I thought I would share my favourite’s that I identify the most with and are totally drool-worthy!

First up is legendary Iris Apfel’s Manhattan apartment, as documented by Architectural Digest. Businesswoman, interior designer, and fashion icon, Iris is EVERYTHING a gal dreams of being in her senior years. Her apartment is full of colour and treats and her personality is so infectious, I definitely recommend checking her out on Advanced Style.

“But style is like charisma. You know it when you see it.” – Iris Apfel

This fact is evident the minute you enter her three-bedroom Manhattan apartment, a Park Avenue aerie she shares with her husband, Carl, that looks a little as if the Collyer brothers had moved in with Madame de Pompadour. To the right of the front door, two stone pedestals piled with art books flank a Baroque console topped by a chinoiserie mirror. Eighteenth- and 19th-century dog portraits line a corridor leading to the bedrooms, and in the boiseried living room, an antique carving of a French mountain dog holds a platter brimming with costume jewelry. Everywhere there are exquisite French chairs, painted Genoese chests, antique paisley shawls, New Mexican santos, and much, much more

Next up are these images of Henry Darger’s apartment, who lived most of his life on the north side of Chicago, spending his last 31 years at 851 Webster Avenue, in a large third-floor room. These photos of his apartment at 851 Webster were taken 25 years after  Darger’s death by Keizo Kitajima, before the room was finally dismantled.

My new found girl crush, the lovely Kelly-Marie Burdekin of A Harem of Peacocks blog is recently blowing my world wide open. Seriously this gal has it goin’ on, and such a beautiful style which is heavily visible in her interiors. These shots are from a recent blog post on Harem of Peacock, and I recommend following her for a dose of beauty.

And here are some random inside shots I got giddy over of various dreamer’s lairs…

Peter Curnow & Gavin Brown’s apartment via The Selby


The incredible Stella Rose of Confession’s Of A Female Dragqueen‘s apartment

Boaz Mazor – Executive at Large at Oscar de la Renta via The Selby

Fashion Forestry‘s Nicole Eymard’s house

Have a fantastic week kittens!

xx

Doghouse

So yesterday evening after Jesse didn’t come home after being out the night before, left his phone at home and was completely MIA, I basically cried hysterically calling police and hospitals thinking my boyfriend was dead in a gutter or knocked off his bike or having his organs iced in a blackmarket bathtub somewhere. Turns out he had passed out at a friend’s house all day. Someone is in the doghouse BIG TIME right now.

So I’m basically sitting around waiting for him to take me to the grocer so he can buy me some yumma fresh produce to cook a massive i’m-sorry-I-made-you-think-I-was-dead dinner.

Also didn’t feel like havin’ a bob today.

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Also a reminder that if any of you guys aren’t following my Tumblr you totally should get on that! It’s mostly a portrait based blog of Edwardian – 40′s babes and lovelies. Just click the gif of Marion Davis in the menu to your right to follow the Drama of Exile tumblr.

I’ve also decided to plan a trip back to Brisbane in the next couple of months which I’m excited about. There’s been such a flurry of activity in the vintage world up there since I left nearly three years ago, and I’ve rarely had a chance to go back and check out the old and familiar as well as the new. Also pretty excited to see my dog Winston Churchill, and my best friend Revee – who is the most amazing person on the whole goddamn planet and the love of my life.

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Revee & I in our golden days

Hopin’  ya’ll boyfriends are safe

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Sick Puppy

I’m siiiiickkk!!!!! And it sucks and I am in a state of delirium, doped up on codeine and glued to my bed/couch. I have the next three days off, an army of movies from the video store and a shit tonne of minestrone. Tonight I found myself watching La Belle et la Bête, eating half a block of turkish delight chocolate and lounging around in lingerie and lace.

I’m wearing my ENORMOUS new knitted floppy 70′s painters beret which is so so comforting to mope around the house in, even if it is pretty ridiculous and I haven’t ventured outside with it yet. Also a 60′s scalloped ecru lace jacket I picked up from the newly re-opened Clara Fox.

Anywho, I’m off to undoubtedly drown myself in tea until the early hours of the morning, but I’ll leave you with my favourite scene from Jean Cocteau’s La Belle et la Bête, which is Belle first entering the castle. I always love the hands holding the candelabras, Belle’s billowing cape, the over-dramatic score and when she glides down the hallway. So amaze!

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Femme Fatale #2, Barbara Hutton

Barbara Woolworth Hutton (November 14, 1912 – May 11, 1979) was an American socialite, often dubbed ‘Poor Little Rich Girl’ because of her troubled life.

Heiress to the retail tycoon Frank W. Woolworth, she endured a disturbed childhood that made it hard for her to form relationships. Seven times married, she acquired several grand foreign titles, but was cynically exploited by many of her husbands. Although much envied for her possessions and her life of leisure, she remained deeply insecure, often taking refuge in drink, drugs and playboys.

The only child of Edna Woolworth – who was the daughter of Frank W. Woolworth, the founder of the Woolworth department store chain – and Franklyn Laws Hutton, Barbara Hutton’s early years were tragic. Her father was a notorious philanderer, while her mother committed suicide when Barbara was only six-years-old. As a result, she was shunted between various relatives and raised by a governess.

On her 21st birthday, she inherited close to $50 million from her mother’s estate. She was portrayed in the press as the ‘lucky’ young woman who had it all. However, the public had no idea of the psychological problems she lived with that led to a life of victimisation and abuse.

Her difficult childhood had set the tone for what became a troubled private life, which was punctuated by no fewer than seven failed marriages, including a brief partnership with Cary Grant. She had her only child, Lance, with Court Haugwitz-Reventlow.
In 1933, she married Alexis Mdivani, a self-styled Georgian prince, but the pair divorced in 1935.

Her second husband was Count Court Heinrich Eberhard Erdmann Georg von Haugwitz-Hardenberg-Reventlow, who used her great wealth to his advantage. They married in 1935 and he subjected Hutton to verbal and physical abuse that escalated so much that he hospitalised her. He was arrested. In 1937, he also persuaded Hutton to give up her American citizenship and take a Danish one – his native country – instead for tax reasons. They divorced in 1938, giving Hutton sole custody of their son Lance, who was raised by governesses.

By this stage, Hutton had descended into Seconal, a barbiturate-based tranquilliser, and anorexia. Both of these would affect her for her whole life.

Her most famous husband was her third Cary Grant. During the Second World War, Hutton gave money to assist the Free French Forces and used her high profile to sell war bonds. She met Grant in Hollywood and they wed in 1942. The press dubbed them ‘Cash and Cary’ but Grant received no money when they divorced in 1945, suggesting he genuinely cared for her.

In 1947, she married Prince Igor Troubetzkoy, who was a Russian royal of limited means. He drove the first Ferrari to compete in the Monaco Grand Prix in 1948. He filed for divorce in 1951. Following this, she attempted to commit suicide, which made headlines across the world.

Her next marriage to Dominican diplomat Porfirio Rubirosa lasted 53 days between December 1953 and February 1954 as the international playboy continued his affair with Zsa Zsa Gabor.

Hutton then married old friend and tennis star Baron Gottfried Cramm in 1955 but they divorced in 1959. In 1964, she married Prince Pierre Raymond Doan Vinh na Champassak but this proved to be short-lived, ending in 1966.

Over the years, apart from an important inheritance which included Old Master paintings and important sculptures,she also personally acquired a magnificent collection of her own which included the spectrum of arts, porcelain,valuable jewelry, including elaborate historic pieces that had once belonged to Marie Antoinette and Empress Eugénie of France, and important pieces by Fabergé and Cartier.

The death of her only son in an air crash in 1972 sent Hutton into a state of despair. By this time, her fortune had diminished, due to her extreme generosity (she had donated Winfield House to the United States government as a residence for their UK ambassador.[26]) but also allegedly through questionable deals by her long-time lawyer, Graham Mattison. Eventually she began liquidating assets in order to raise funds to live, yet continued to spend money on strangers willing to pay a little attention to her. She spent her final years in Los Angeles, living at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel, where she died from a heart attack in May 1979, aged 66. It is said that at her death, $3,500 was all that remained of her fortune.

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Midnight Ziegfeld Treat

It’s midnight and here’s a little treat…..

Candle Light, Moonlight, Lantern Light, Sun Light and Electric Light from “The Illuminants” – Ziegfeld Follies Midnight Frolic (c. Early 1920s)

In other news, I’m putting together some exciting new posts. I’ll be looking at the revamped and recently re-opened Clara Fox (I visited today and owner Di was kind enough to give me a look inside the ‘by appointment’ room….I DIED), the next instalment of Femme Fatale with Barbara Hutton plus lots of photos, outfit posts and finds…..

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Sneak Peak of online shop, and shameless self indulgence

Hello lovely kittens,

I feel like I’ve been neglecting this space, but it’s really hard without a proper camera to do everything I want and need to do. But not I’m employed and it’s tax time this is all about to change. In the meantime I’m reading lots, writing lots of lists, listening to a lot of 60′s soul and living the dream full time.

I spent the afternoon sorting through items for my imminent online shop, and piecing all the pieces of it together in my mind and on paper. I’m super excited to get my store up and running again and sharing beautiful things with you all! I will mostly be selling authentic Edwardian – late 40′s pieces with a select few 1960′s numbers for good measure. I really want the shop to reflect my own personal style and I think that will be quite obvious with the abundance of fur, velvet, lace and silks.

Then I got bored and practised bow lips with my new lip pencil and took shameless webcam photos with the tackiest setting I could find, ‘Historical’.

I thought I would take a few snaps of some example pieces that are going in the store. Again, excuse the rubbish photography.

All these pieces will be available for purchase come August.

1920′s cream silk and lace wedding dress

1920′s sheer lace and organza overcoat

 

1940′s mink coat

 

late 1950′s wiggle lace dress with tails

incredible velvet flapper coat with ermine fur collar, c.1920′s

1960′s fox fur cape with pom pom detail

 

As well as these darlings expect lots of vintage lingerie, beautiful hats, lots of art deco jewellery and accessories as well as some lovely home wares.

Can’t wait, lemon cake!

xx

Frida & Diego

So I recently started working at this amazing Latin American antique/homewares store in Gertrude St, Fitzroy and it’s so nice to be inspired and stimulated again. I’m learning heaps and it’s got the best vibe so come visit!

Here are some snaps from the store…

Amor y Locura

77 Gertrude St, Fitzroy

Of course one of the biggest Mexican icons is Frida Kahlo, and whilst I knew quite a bit about her I had never really known much in regards to her relationship and marriage with fellow artist Diego Rivera. Frida Kahlo once said, “I suffered two grave accidents in my life. One in which a streetcar knocked me down… The other accident is Diego.” Without a doubt, from the moment Kahlo met Rivera in 1922, their relationship was difficult.I’m totally getting into their story, and I love that Frida had bisexual affairs with the likes of Josephine Baker! So saucy…

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