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The Great Gatsby fashions come to the silver screen

The Great Gatsby Daisy Cary

Hullo, dames and daddies.  Guess what tonight is?  The premiere of a certain dimly lit and greed-dripping film by tragic romantic F. Scott Fitzgerald and Moulin Rouge’s Baz Luhrmann.

And, well, the bees knees have never looked so glamorous.

Although I wouldn’t say I’m the world’s biggest fan of Leo, the sumptuous sets and sublimely elegant fashion have me wishing I could travel back in time to a more decadent, diamond and silk-filled era.  I wouldn’t even mind the looming Great Depression or taking on a kitschy nickname.  I’d don silk stockings, satin garter belts, feathers and fringe, a dropwaist dress, t-strap heels, and one hell of a cigarette holder.  Not to mention that garter flask and pearl inlay derringer.

With the critics already saying that The Great Gatsby by Baz Luhrmann is an odd mixture of new and old, I thought we could take a look at just that.  Original flapper fashions and couture remakes.

So, dolls, happy 1922.

May Daisy Buchanan manifest in all her bubbly shallowness before our envious eyes.

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Jigsaw Sequin Flapper Dress, Oyster by Jigsaw (John Lewis)

The Great Gatsby Daisy Cary

Vogue

 

Well I only have 4 hours to travel back in wardrobe time for ‘ladies night’ at the theatre followed by cocktails at a secret speakeasy in town.  But I’ll leave you with the thought that you absolutely must stream the soundtrack, darlings.  The xx, Lana, Q Tip, Beyonce…they’ve all gotten into the raspy swing of things.  And of course, Jay-Z is the master curator.

Too-da-loo!

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Everybody scream, BABY COWS!

cow farm vintage

As it turns out, there’s more to this beauty of a state than just charming ole Portland.  About 45 minutes north (on a bus, until I get my truck in two months), is a little mill town set on roaring rapids and nostalgia.  Gardiner, Maine is a-goddamn-dorable.  Water Street, which heads up to the ultra-hip frenemy town of Hallowell has a collection of cute shops, local bars (The Depot), a delicious burrito place (Lisa’s), and the world’s most authentic diner car (A-1 Diner).  Not to mention my Maine besties and their cute-as-pie little miss live there.  There are farms, abandoned mills, beautiful broken-down gothic victorian homes, and a small-town charm that rivals even Capeside from Dawson’s Creek.

Did I just say that out loud?  Moving on!

Bonfires, cows and dogs… I’ll let the photos speak for themselves, but if you are as in love with revitalizing vintage towns as I am, my friend Meg is the coordinator for Gardiner’s Heart & Soul project – getting the people involved in the shaping and future of the community – and you should definitely spy what they’re up to.  A good cause for a small town that’s ripe for a renaissance!

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In the words of this most adorable tiny miss whose dad delivers baby cows on the farm nearby,

“Everybody scream, BABY COWS!”

Ruffles from the past

ruffled tulle skirt wedding

Meet the world’s most beautiful, genuine, charming, good-spirited, patient, and imaginative bride and woman that ever graced this planet.

Seriously.

This gorgeous little Edwardian-minded lady and I (and amazing mom, Annie!) designed this ruffled-to-the-max and nostalgia-flavored tiered tulle skirt for her late winter wedding in San Francisco this year.  Those ruffles were the bane of my existence, yet the finished product was beyond my expectations.  You guys, I actually broke my sewing machine on this one.  But holy wow, am I happy I ran out in the middle of the night to buy a new one.  5 layers of ivory with a “petti” of peach, beige, and white, this skirt is my favorite thing I’ve ever created.  Though I can’t say whether it was the garment itself, or the wonderful women behind the dream.

Katrin, the likes of you don’t come around too often.  Congrats on your to-die-for wedding and your beautiful life together.

<3

ruffled tulle skirt wedding

Anjou Custom Ruffled Tulle Skirt

ruffled tulle skirt wedding

Anjou Custom Ruffled Tulle Skirt

ruffled tulle skirt wedding

Anjou Custom Ruffled Tulle Skirt

ruffled tulle skirt wedding

Anjou Custom Ruffled Tulle Skirt

ruffled tulle skirt wedding

Anjou Custom Ruffled Tulle Skirt

ruffled tulle skirt wedding

Anjou Custom Ruffled Tulle Skirt

ruffled tulle skirt wedding

Anjou Custom Ruffled Tulle Skirt

 

Bisous to Katrin and her new hubs!  Best wishes, you beautiful spirit.

Slept Away

dreamy bed

Oh dear.  I guess it’s been since Valentine’s Day, hasn’t it?

I confess I haven’t been my usual self.  The move to this charming little city has been colder than I anticipated

Loneliness, boredom, nostalgia, stifling New England personalities.  They’re a recipe for regret.  I’ve slept on so many things in the past five or so years and every person, thing, or place I’ve ever loved is in love with someone or something or someplace else because they never knew that I loved them.  I guess I didn’t know either.  And so they gave up and moved on.

But I’m still here and I’ve sewn my wild oats too late and missed the harvest or something like that.

So I’m going to revel in the thought of magical beds where I can sleep, perchance to dream.  And in my dream, I’d go back those 5 years and change everything.  Because I believe in regret.

Here’s something from my journal about someone far away in a weird corner of my heart.  Virginia really was for lovers.

We had sex in an abandoned boat and then we sat on the beach and looked at the stars and you laughed at me because I thought Mir was still orbiting.  Then you crafted me a jewelry box and filled it with cards and golden bees and I missed out on the beauty of it all because I was too young to notice.

 

I promise the next post will be full of promise (and will come more quickly than months ahead).

Bisous.

Over the Moon for Moonstruck

Moonstruck Cher

My local Rite Aid has suddenly been covered in sparkly red tinsel and doused in the sensual scent of pre-packaged milk chocolate.  That can only mean one thing…it’s almost Valentine’s Day.  The day lovers love to love and those not in love, love to hate.

But my favorite kind of love has always been the one full of strife; so tormented by passion that eruptions of emotion and mad displays of affection practically tear the heart in two.  The movie that, of course, ruined me on this kind of love is the Nicolas Cage masterpiece, Moonstruck.  Every time I watch it, I am reminded of the kind of love that I love to love.

So here are my absolute favorite quotes from the my all-time favorite movie about passion and romance and that damn moon.

Cher Nicolas Cage Moonstruck

I see a wolf in everyone I meet and I see a wolf in you.

I can’t sleep anymore; it’s too much like death.

When he smiles, I can’t see his teeth.  What is he hiding?

Rose. Rose. Rooose.

Who’s dead?

Nobody, Loretta’s getting married.

Again?

Cher Moonstruck

I have no money.

You’re rich as Roosevelt.  You’re just cheap.

The moon, brings the man to the woman.  Capesh?

How’s the mother?

She’s dying.  But I can still hear her big mouth.

What is life?  They say bread is life.  And I bake bread…bread, bread.  And I sweat.   And shovel this stinking dough in and out of this hot hole in the wall and I should be so happy, huh, sweetie?

I lost my hand!  I lost my bride!  Johnny has his hand, Johnny has his bride!

Nicolas Cage Moonstruck

Is it just a matter of time before a man opens his eyes and gives up his one dream, his one dream of happiness?  Maybe.

This is the most tormented man I have ever known.  I’m in love with this man.  He doesn’t know that.  Cause I never told him cause he could never love anybody since he lost his hand and his girl.

What’s a matter with you, I mean you think you’re the only one who ever shed a tear?

And now?  Now you’re afraid because you know the big part of you is a wolf that has the courage to bite off its own hand to save itself from the trap of the wrong love.

Son of a bitch!

Where are you taking me?

To the bed.

I was dead.

Me too.

What about Johnny?

You’re mad at him.  Take it out on me. Take your revenge out on me.  Leave nothing left for him to marry.  Leave nothing but the skin over my bones.

Alright, alright.  There will be nothing left.

Cher Nicolas Cage Moonstruck

Old man, you give those dogs another piece of my food, I’m gonna kick you till you’re dead.

What did you do?

What are you talking about?

You ruined my life.

That’s impossible; it was ruined when I got here.

You got them bad eyes like a gypsy.

I love two things.  I love you and I love the opera.  Now if I could have the two things that I love together for one night, I would be satisfied to give up, oh christ, to give up the rest of my life.

You haven’t once said you liked my dress.

I like your dress; it’s very bright.

Cosmo, I just want you to know that no matter what you do you’re going to die like everyone else.

Olympia Dukakis Moonstruck

Okay, you tell me my life, I’ll tell you yours.  I’m a wolf.  You run to the wolf in me; that don’t make you no lamb.

Playing it safe is just about the most dangerous thing a woman like you can do.

Why didn’t you wait for the right man again?

Because he didn’t come.

I’m here!

You’re late.

Love don’t make things nice.  It ruins everything.  It breaks your heart.

Snowflakes are perfect.  Stars are perfect.  Not us.

A man understands one day that his life is built on nothing.  And that’s a bad, crazy day.

Your life is not built on nothing.  Te’amo.

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What am I gonna tell him?

Tell him the truth, Loretta.  They find out anyway.

Loretta, in time, you’ll see that this was for the best.

In time you’ll drop dead and I’ll come to your funeral in a red dress.

You love him, Loretta?

Ma, I love him awful.

Oh god, that’s too bad.

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Happy almost full moon and Valentine’s Day!

Under the Tree of Downton Abbey

Downton Abbey Fashion

It’s been one peach of a busy holiday season for me (thus the lack of posts lately!), but I couldn’t help making a treasury for those who have gift lists yet to make or fulfill.  It is inspired by the only television series that could come close to replacing The Forsyte Saga in my Edwardian-loving heart: Downton Abbey.  The Edwardian gothic romance, the tragedy and comedy, the lush velvet and lace fabrics, and the deep jewel tones make me want to disobey the laws of astrophysics and jump in a time machine traveling backwards.  I’ll even trade my iPhone on the way back for a candlestick telephone and wine decanting lessons.

Happy Holidays and shopping, antique souls!

Downton Abbey Fashion

Downton Abbey Fashion

Farewell.

ps: for an amazing site that I just stumbled upon, check out The Edwardian Promenade: social history, Edwardian slang, and the real story behind Downton Abbey.

Real Estate To Swoon Over

Marie Antoinette Interior Design Decor

This post is going to sound like one giant advertisement for already ridiculously priced homes, but I promise you that it is entirely unsolicited (WordPress would get mad at me if it weren’t).  From time to time, I like to ogle homes that were I a multi-billionaire, I would buy in a heartbeat.  Nay, less than a heartbeat; in one pulse of the sinoatrial node, before the ventricles even contract, these homes

would.

be.

mine.

So let’s throw a coin into the wishing well and imagine lounging on the chaise…sipping bourbon and listening to 1920′s jazz records on the Victrola.

Coming in at a measly $18 million, this pre-war co-op by Rosario Candela in New York City’s Midtown East is a perfume-scented page straight out of Marie Antoinette’s pre-revolution ideals.  I want to eat cake off of those candy-colored sofas.

 

For a modest $900,000, I could move out from my little studio in Portland, Maine’s West End and into this downtown loft with exposed brick and bookshelves that rival my wildest dreams.  I only have one request and that is that they leave the furniture and paintings for me to revel in.  I love the dark ages/covenant feel.

 

And last, but certainly far from least (I’ll take them all!), is a classical Napoleon III style flat overlooking the Duchy in the centre of Uzès.  The French ceilings, classical decor, and natural romantic light make this one of my favorite apartments in the South of France.  And I can save the rest of my lotto winnings for fancy dresses because it rings up at a mere 800,000 Euros.

 

Maybe if we all pool our money together, we can make one of these into an artsy sewing, vintage and DIY loving commune?  I call the master suite!

Bisous.

Rawr: An animalistic treasury

Animal Treasury

After a trek through the autumn forests of New England, cats in my lap, and a stop at Evolution, I’ve been a little taken with taxidermy as of late.  All consciously sourced, of course.  Here’s a Sunday morning Etsy treasury I curated where the stars of the show are our woodsy friends.

Animal Treasury

Animal Treasury

Does anyone know of a great patch of woods in New England in which to find discarded animal skulls or bones for bleaching and decor?

Rawr.

Rawr: Animals in Art, Fashion, and Decor

Wall Antlers Decor

With snowy weather and chilled evenings just around the corner and many of us already chopping wood and lighting the fireplace, I can’t help but envy the natural fur coats many animals sport year round.  Beautiful, functional, and soft, vintage or conscientiously-sourced animal hides can make your home or closet just about winter proof.  And the art, oh the art.  I don’t think I have to say that Mark Ryden is both inventor and king of the indie animal art movement, but there are some other fantastic artists who feature animals in their paintings as well.  Amber Alexander, artist of the flapper squirrel painting below, is one of my absolute favorite animal painters of all time.

There’s just something about being surrounded by animal hides and found skeletons that make you feel wild and connected to nature.

Hipster girl with animal hat and rifle

(slices-of-life.com)

Wolf Coffee Table Decor Taxidermy

Alaskan Timber Wolf Coffee Table by John J. Hayes of Dumont Taxidermy Studio in Libby, Montana

 

Happy “hunting”

Provocation in the Boudoir: Agent Provocateur Ads

Maggie Gyllenhaal Agent Provocateur

Warning: this post is definitely racy, completely naughty, and very not safe for work.

Once in a while, (and I don’t say this lightly), something modern comes along and takes its vintage predecessor to the next level.  And sometimes still, the next level isn’t a horribly gaudy remake; sometimes it’s actually almost…better.  Agent Provocateur, the British-based luxury lingerie retailer with the Red Light District inspired storefront all of us femme fatales know and lust after, has done just that.

Started in 1994 by Vivienne Westwood’s son and his then-wife, Agent Provocateur has taken the lingerie world by storm from London all the way to Melrose, stirring up quite the saucy controversy along the way.  ::ahem, the ultra-sexy Kylie Minogue adverts shown only in theatres, ahem::  They even chose an unexpected It Girl for their ads: Maggie Gyllenhaal, the darling of indie cinema that effortlessly glides into the role of a naughty 1920′s pin-up.

Let’s take a look at some of their sexiest and most controversial ads.  Prepare to die a thousand deaths at the hands of envy when you see all the vintage-inspired lace and silver screen silhouettes.  French knickers anyone?

Maggie Gyllenhaal Agent Provocateur

Agent Provocateur Ad

Maggie Gyllenhaal Agent Provocateur

Agent Provocateur Ad

Kate Moss Agent Provocateur

Agent Provocateur Ad

Maggie Gyllenhaal Agent Provocateur

Agent Provocateur Ad

Agent provocateur Ad

Agent Provocateur Storefront

(kachwaha.com)

 

Agent Provocateur Ad

 

Maggie Gyllenhaal Agent Provocateur

 

Maggie Gyllenhaal Agent Provocateur

How many kidneys would you trade for a revolving wardrobe of Agent Provocateur?

Bisous.

ps: this is certainly NSFW, but here is the Kylie Minogue for Agent Provocateur vid:

 

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