Friday, 1 March 2013

Vintage Valentine's


Continuing with my hectic week of darting back and forth between the big smoke and the sea, myself and Vintage Vessel hot-footed it up to Islington (via a quick detour to fix our hair at the Victoria station loos!) to attend the Valentine's edition of the Ric Rac Club.  This was the second time the Ric Rac has been held at the Blacksmith and the Toffeemaker and it was again organised by the lovely ladies of The Vintage Mafia.
The obligatory bathroom shot, avec coat and
before I put my hair up after too vigorous dancing
Fleur kicked off the night with her first ever DJ set (although you'd never know it), followed by Auntie Maureen, sadly without her customary gramophone this time. The third DJ in the lineup was Mr Lee spinning some Northern Soul greats, although he sadly only played 'Nothing but a Heartbreak' as we were leaving, which meant the assembled crowds were left without seeing me do a high-kick-into-a-drop move which I had promised VV if the Flirtations' tune was played.
Auntie Maureen on the 'decks'
The night was full of all the usual faces, many of them stalwarts of the New Sheridan Club including our lovely friend Katie.  One lucky first-time attendee was on the receiving end of a rousing rendition of 'Happy Birthday to You' from the entire pub.  I also met the lovely Ruby Armoire in person - her hair was looking amazing as always.
 
Ladies ranging from 1950s on the left (Ruby)
to 1920s on the right, via the '40s and '30s
As always, the girls had put on a raffle and of course it featured pork pies as they star prize (well, star prize perhaps behind the stockings from What Katie Did, a bottle of Sprizzato, cupcakes from the Hummingbird Bakery - which has a bakery just up the road from the B&TM, and numerous other prizes).  Whilst scrabbling about trying to change my camera battery, I heard my number called - I had won the bottle of Sprizzato!  No-one was entirely sure what exactly Sprizzato is, but I can tell you it is alcoholic, orange flavoured and they recommend that it is best served with prosecco.  I have yet to try it, but I will write a post on here to tell you all about its boozy delights when I do.
Downlighting is not my friend
The Ric Rac club has fast become one of the most enjoyable and friendliest events in the vintage calendar.  It has been described as 'a vintage houseparty' and it really does feel like that (without people being sick in the corner, I hasten to add).  Jenny, Fleur and Bethan have an event to really be proud of.
 
Jenny, Bethan and erm.. not Fleur (it's the lovely Zack of course)!
 

Anyway, enough of me being a Ric Rac sycophant, here are some pictures of the fabulous party goers (and one of a table).

Sophie
Birgit, in a dress she made that afternoon
 
Minerva, Pandora and Mai
 
 
Charly, Perdita and Laurence
L-R Hanson, Auntie Maureen and Jenny
 
Holly and Liz
 
P.S. I heard a rumour that the next one may be easter themed, but then again I also heard tell of an 'Allo 'Allo theme so you can never be too sure! 
 
My favourite photo of the night, my lovely chums
Hayley and Katie looking delicate and ladylike
 

Sunday, 24 February 2013

Baby I Need Your (Blog)Lovin'

Inspired by the lovely Vintage Vessel (she told me how to do it), I have put the little ol' Vanity Case on Bloglovin'.

So you can now follow me on there (as well as on blogger I suppose) but I believe it makes things a lot easier if you are using different platforms (get me with the technology terms, possibly not being used correctly).

And as a treat for following me on Bloglovin', here are the Four Tops with "'Baby I need Your (Blog)Lovin'"... Sorry Levi.
 


 
 

Friday, 22 February 2013

Here's Lookin' at You Kid


I've been incredibly busy this week, which is why it's taken me a while to write this post.  Last Friday took me to Casablanca in the French Protectorate of Morroco (via The Troxy in East London) for the latest offering from Future Cinema.


The Vintage News (for whom I work) were lucky enough to have been asked along to attend this amazing piece of immersive cinema - basically the film 'Casablanca' come to life.  As soon as I got to the entrance of Rick's Café Américain (under the bridge with my identity papers clutched in one hand and my camera in the other, to meet my 'contact' as per emailed instructions) the spectacle started.  People were being pulled out of taxis and told to line up with their hands against to wall, while the corrupt Vichy guards checked their credentials. 
 
 Once past the various be-fezzed guards, a myriad of corridors awaited, replete with Morroccan merchants selling their wares.  Once you walk through the door in to the main hall, it is absolutely breathtaking - the photo below doesn't do it justice.


As soon as we entered, whistles were being blown and men in uniform were chasing a chap in a fedora around the scores of tables, before carting him off to the sounds of Rick (the eponymous cafe owner) reassuring the gathered crowd that all was well.
 

Episodes like this punctuated the evening, with all the key moments of the film replicated in front (...and behind...and above) us.  There were certain things, such as a call to arms led by the Czech resistance fighter, Victor Laszlo, which I completely missed.  Although it added to the immersive element of the night, it was a bit of a drawback that some vignettes were so short and not in any way 'announced' that by the time you realised you were supposed to be watching something, it was already over.

Tickets were a little pricey at £25, but there was an awful lot going on (even if you did end up missing a fair bit).  As well as the staged pieces, there were roulette tables, a couple of bars (one dedicated solely to cocktails - yep, that's the one I patronised), a popcorn stand and also Moroccan food available (all of which cost on top of the entrance fee).

On stage were various acts, including a slightly bizarre Carmen Miranda-esque singer, as well as a sand dance
 
 A lovely rendition of 'Perfidia'

Some chorus girls

And an unwelcome chorus of "Die Wacht am Rhein" from the Germans, before they were humiliated by an even louder rendition of "Le Marsaillaise" from the resistance and party-goers with crib sheets.
 
Victor Laszlo - Vive Le France!

Benoit Viellefon and his Orchestra were the marvellous house band and played throughout the night.  I was fortunate enough to interview Benoit, although because I had to interview him in character, I just ended up asking lots of questions about the Nazis.


 I again forgot to get a photograph of what I was wearing, so this will have to do.  I wore my 1940s red suit (previously seen here) with a 1940s navy blue silk blouse.  I was quite pleased with my hair/hat combo (hat by Valerié), so I took this picture while I was getting ready (sorry for the awfully posed nature of the photo).
 


When not dashing about taking photos and interviewing French bandleaders, I had a nice catch up with Jenny, Lisa, Fleur and their respective gentlemen (including our friend Hanson).  Jenny, Lisa and myself went to play with the giant snake that was there (oh, had I not mentioned - there was a huge snake!) but sadly I didn't get a chance to hold it as I was on camera duties.

 After all of this, we were then treated to a screening of the 1942 classic (which you may be shocked to hear, but I hadn't actually seen before).  I won't go into a review of the film here, but it was absolutely fantastic seeing it in such an amazing venue, having just spent the last two hours having scenes of the film re-enacted around you.

 
As always, we made a film about the event, so if you skipped to the end of this post, you can get all the info without having to read!
 

I can't wait to see what Future Cinema have planned next, and if you can't wait either, they recently extended the run into March, and you can get tickets here (if there are any left!)
 

Thursday, 14 February 2013

Betsy and Clyde


Sorry I've been a bit quiet on here (I hadn't realised it had been almost a month since I posted about Clara Bow).
Anyway, a couple of months ago, we lent out Betsy (and Kieren) for a Bonnie and Clyde styled photoshoot.  The shoot was a collaboration between the amazing model, Bethan Moyse and the equally brilliant photographer, MichelleGeorge.  
 
Some of you may recognise Bethan as she graced the cover of issue 64 of the Chap magazine
 
. The photos were taken in Brighton, near Duke's Mound and Marine Parade. A couple of them even ended up on the Vogue Italia website, although not the one featuring Kieren (he has still appeared in Playboy twice though - no, I'm not joking).
Al photographs © Michelle George
 
I'd love to hear what you think, of the photos, and I can pass on your comments to Bethan and Michelle.
 *For those of you new to the blog (hello) I should clarify that Betsy is the car!
 

Friday, 18 January 2013

Clara Bow - The Hottest Jazz Baby in Films


After a recent documentary shown on the Beeb (which spoke as if no-one born after 1932 had ever heard of her), I was compelled to write about Clara Bow, the frivolous ingénue of the silent screen.  As she is such an interesting, and somewhat tragic character, I thought it right to redress the balance and write about the girl who was the personification of 'It'.

 
The first film of Clara's that I saw was her defining role in 'It' (1927) in which she plays a shop girl out to snare her employer.  Apart from it being an important piece of film history, I also found it really funny (it's definitely worth seeking out).  Clara perfectly depicts the girl-next-door who aspires for a better life and is determined to get it - but without having to give up her principles (she's not quite the floozy her boss thinks she is).   The concept of 'It' was defined by Elinor Glyn (said to have coined the term) as 'a strange magnetism which attracts both sexes', but can be more easily described as good old-fashioned sex appeal!
Clara with Madame Glyn
The film crystallised a new type of woman emerging both in film and society - the flapper.  These were newly emancipated young women, with the right to vote, money they'd earned themselves and trying to break free from the strict, corseted life previously laid out for them.
But Bow's carefree image onscreen belied a turbulent (to put it lightly) home life.  Born into poverty in a Brooklyn tenement to Sarah and Robert Bow in 1905, her childhood was marked by an absentee father and a mother with serious mental health problems.  One night when Clara was 16, she woke to find her mother standing with a butcher's knife to her throat, which led to Sarah being committed to a hospital where she died in 1923.
 
Clara's first break was winning an acting competition in 1921, after she astounded the judges with her ability to express such a range of emotions, even at the age of just 16.  A few minor film roles followed, and she soon began to steal any scene she was in.  Her first co-starring role came in 1923 in 'Black Oxen' which quickly led to starring roles, often as some variation of a flapper.
With Fredric March in 'The Wild Party' (1929)
Clara Bow was the epitome of the 'jazz-baby' that filmmakers were clamouring to put in their pictures and audiences couldn't wait to rush out to be immersed in her world of local-girl-done-good (after being a little bit bad of course).  She was phenomenally popular in her heyday, with reports of her receiving up to 45,000 letters from her 'fan-friends' in just one month in 1929.  A film star that ordinary women could identify with, her red hair (dyed with henna) was copied by many hoping to emulate the look of their favourite star.
From the lost film 'Red Hair'(1928)
It is often reported that Clara sank from stardom at the advent of the 'talkies' due to her thick Brooklyn accent, but she actually had some very successful speaking roles (such as 1929's 'The Wild Party').  Her accent in no way hampered her popularity, it actually endeared audiences to her as she was always seen as 'one of them'.  When the talkies arrived, Clara took on more mature roles including 'Call her Savage' (1932) and 'Hoopla' (1933). 
'Call Her Savage'(1932)
However, the tide was turning in regards to her popularity, fuelled by numerous scandals relating to her sex life, spending and drug-taking.  This, combined with the fact that  she really disliked rehearsing and learning her lines - she said they 'sapped her pep', really started to undermine her place at the top of Hollywood.  Her family history of mental and emotional problems, as well as chronic insomnia, were also beginning to take their toll.  Tellingly, she once said 'Being a sex symbol is a heavy load to carry, especially when one is tired, hurt and bewildered'.
 From 'Hoopla'(1933)
The final blow to her image was the seemingly endless bad press she received (much of it wildly exaggerated if not completely fabricated).  What had been seen as fun and exciting in the 1920s was seen as disgusting and wasteful during the depression of the 1930s.  Nobody wanted to see a flapper going to endless parties and running up a $14,000 debt at a casino (which Clara reportedly did in 1931) when they could hardly afford food.  A highly scandalous court case between Clara and her former secretary, Daisy de Voe (Clara sued de Voe for embezzlement) ended with Bow's reputation in tatters, after large amounts of evidence of her predilection for drink, drugs and gigolos came to light.  Her popularity declined rapidly and she was subsequently dropped from her contract with Paramount in 1931.
With Monroe Owsley in 'Call Her Savage' (1932)
Despite numerous offers of multi-picture contracts (including one from Howard Hughes), Bow retired to a Nevada ranch with her husband Rex Bell in 1933.  Their marriage started off very happily, but over the next decade she withdrew more from public life.  Her psychological wellbeing was also declining and this led to her attempted suicide in 1944, as she said couldn't cope with the thought of living in the public eye as a result of her husband's political aspirations.  The couple grew apart and in 1965 she died of a heart attack in Los Angeles.
From 'Call Her Savage' (1932)
In just 12 years she made an incredible impact on the film industry, and I imagine on the lives of young women on the 1920s as well.  Many of her films are thought to be lost, but a few have turned up in recent years (her most famous film 'It' was only unearthed during the 1960s).  Hopefully, all of her films will eventually be restored and more people will come to be entranced by 'the hottest jazz baby in films'.
 
I love this quote from Carl Sandberg and think it is a fitting ending to this post: "there are only about five actresses who give me a real thrill on the screen — and Clara is nearly five of them".


Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Isn't it a lovely day... My review of Top Hat on stage


Picture from Song Book - which has lots of lovely facts about 'Cheek to Cheek'
I have been yearning to go and see Top Hat since I'd heard rumours that it was being adapted for the stage almost 80 years after the film of the same name first appeared on the silver screen.  My wishes came true when last week, my dear chums Hayley (of the Vintage Vessel), Katie (who doesn't have a blog but really should!) and myself skipped our way to the Aldwych Theatre near Covent Garden to see the stage version of one of my favourite films.
 
Hayley and Katie just before taking our place in the stalls
After we'd stopped squealing with excitement (which went on slightly longer than is really acceptable for three adults) and the curtains went up, we were at first treated to a an energetic rendition of 'Puttin' on the Ritz' by Tom Chambers (in the role of Jerry Travers) and company.
 
 
 'But wait', I hear you cry, Fred dances to 'Puttin' on the Ritz' in Blue Skies, not Top Hat.  And you would be right.  However, 'Puttin' on the Ritz', as well as a fair few other Irving Berlin penned tunes, do crop up from time to time in the show (many of them featured in other Fred and Ginger pictures).  Even with these few extra songs - and a quite unexpected striptease - the show is fairly faithful to the original screenplay.
 
Courtesy of Top Hat On Stage
Tom Chambers ('him off Strictly') was very brave to take on a Fred Astaire role in the West End, but he did an admirable job.  If you watch this, I think you can see why he was cast (although his American accent did leave a little to be desired...) 
Courtesy of Top Hat On Stage
In the role of Dale Tremont (originated in the 1935 film by Ginger Rogers) was Charlotte Gooch, who only came to the role in November.  Gooch is a stunning dancer and took to the role with aplomb - even maintaining an American accent throughout!
Courtesy of Top Hat On Stage
The supporting cast were brilliant, particularly Dale Tremont's Italian benefactor Alberto Beddini (played by Ricardo Afonso) who was as ridiculous as you would hope, but for some reason seemed to have a nail file to challenge unruly men, rather than a sword as he does in the film.
The film was banned in Italy by Mussolini
because Erik Rhodes' accent as Beddini offended him so much!
Courtesy of Top Hat On Stage
'Cheek to Cheek', the breath-taking romantic duet near the end of the film, is moved up the running order.  Because of this, it loses some of its impact by becoming an incidental dance rather than a dramatic finale (also, you can't help but compare the dancers to Mr Astaire and Ms Rogers).  The dance which replaces 'Cheek to Cheek' at the close of the show, is 'Let's Face the Music and Dance' (from Follow the Fleet), a set-piece which feels somewhat underwhelming after having already seen 'that dress' during such a grand number.
Ginger earned her nickname 'Feathers after her dress
started malting during the filming of 'Cheek to Cheek'
Courtesy of Top Hat On Stage
The costumes were absolutely phenomenal, with some of Ms Tremont's gowns toned down slightly (I think for the better) and the scenes at the Venice Lido featured some of the most covetable beach pyjamas I've ever seen!
During the Piccolino number, set at the Venice Lido
Courtesy of Top Hat On Stage
The sets, by Hildegard Bechtler, were magnificent throughout - I imagine trying to recreate the sweeping Art Deco 'Big White Set' was quite a challenge on a small London stage.
It's a shame you can't see the detail of these dresses,
they are absolutely stunning
Courtesy of Top Hat On Stage
I would love to go and see Top Hat again as it just has all of my favourite elements - a charming Irving Berlin score, beautiful 1930s costumes, terrific dancing - and an excuse to eat tiny pots of ice cream!