tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69251987237003723022024-03-06T07:35:17.920+00:00storytellerEmilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09181184134798080680noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925198723700372302.post-11115394194280290732012-04-21T17:09:00.000+01:002012-04-21T17:09:13.108+01:00The Red Shoes: costumesI'm feeling rather guilty about going completely AWOL from the blog recently, mostly because the whole point of starting it was to make myself do more writing, and, um... it's not really happened. However, I do have an excuse - A levels will be well and truly upon me in the next month or two, and I have an offer from Cambridge (eek). This means I have to work my backside off to get the grades they want, and even then I'm not sure I'll do it... Anyway, I'm sure you don't want to hear about that. Onto more inspiring topics!<br />
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I rewatched one of my absolute favourite films the other day. The Red Shoes (1948) is a visually stunning film based on a fairytale by Hans Christian Andersen, with gorgeous dancing and costumes. As a dancer myself (not a patch on Moira Shearer though), this film has basically everything I think a perfect film needs: amazing costumes, dark fantasy, and a healthy smidgen of dancing.</div>
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Because I love this film so much, I'm going to do two posts on it. This one will focus on the costumes, and the other one will have a short creative piece focusing on the dancing. Because of course they are the most important things ;)<br />
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Anyway. The COSTUMES. (This is going to be extremely picture heavy, so I'll make them smallish to save you scrolling too much.)<br />
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<img height="70" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNhyphenhyphenVOWb453LDB-8tsx53WZVMumcg7MSbOwcoZxliEIKqPa3ly00MmtPUdDfnf32TjbX1k7DThzwMfoR2syU4lId15AF-A1k_9ohlJ04dp8UoCJw2RaOwSzwqPxpl-TcQMwdt8OBTco4k/s1600/red+shoes.JPG" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 389px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 322px; visibility: hidden;" width="96" />In all the rehearsals and classes the dancers are in, they wear the most fabulous warm up gear. It's all scarves tied in interesting ways and cotton blouses and extremely short shorts. I feel I should try this for my ballet lessons, although I can imagine all that fabric getting rather annoying.<br />
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The stage makeup and costumes for the actual ballet are incredibly inventive and dreamy - a lot of them look as though they could come from a modern musical.</div>
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And of course we can't forget the everyday clothes of the characters. If I had Victoria Page's wardrobe I would be a very happy woman.</div>
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So yeah. Go and watch the Red Shoes, it's not the most cheerful of films but I can guarantee you will be swept away by its sheer awesomeness. I will be back hopefully soonish with some more of my own stuff! I do have a couple of posts lined up, but one needs some photos and the other needs some writing... I'm sure I'll find the time from somewhere. I think I shall have to steal the TARDIS. That's the only way it's possible for a human being to pass A levels and keep up a semi-functioning social life.</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09181184134798080680noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925198723700372302.post-30245742142971792752012-03-05T15:32:00.000+00:002012-03-05T15:32:48.501+00:00poetry<div style="text-align: center;">
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<em>I'm not feeling hugely creative today, so I thought I'd give you all a break from my ramblings, and just share with you a couple of poems and pictures I like. In an attempt to tie them vaguely into the theme of this blog, they're all about clothes and fashion of some sort.</em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A sweet disorder in the dresse<br />Kindles in cloathes a wantonnesse:<br />A Lawne about the shoulders thrown<br />Into a fine distraction:<br />An erring Lace, which here and there<br />Enthralls the Crimson Stomacher:<br />A Cuffe neglectfull, and thereby<br />Ribbands to flow confusedly:<br />A winning wave (deserving Note)<br />In the tempestuous petticote:<br />A careless shooe-string, in whose tye<br />I see a wilde civility: <br />Doe more bewitch me, then when Art<br />Is too precise in every part.</span></div>
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<em>The dedication from How to Make the Most of Your Looks by Dor</em><em>othy Stote, 1935</em></div>
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<em>When </em><a href="http://dakota-rodeo.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><em>Sweetheart of the Rodeo</em></a><em> posted about artwork by Henry Clive, I just knew I had to do a story on one of his paintings. They're exactly the kind of artwork I love, gorgeously colourful and romantic; they seem to have a sense that the artist was completely caught up in the world he was imagining, which I think is important in any kind of art.</em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Well, times are changing...” she replied, trying to ignore the irritation she always felt when speaking to her grandfather. She knew he didn’t really mean it, was only saying it to tease her, but still... She wasn’t six years old anymore. “I’m going to go to NASA, in America. They say they’ll be the next to get a man into space, the Russians managed it in ’61, and last year they sent a woman up. She wasn’t – didn’t really do any of the proper work though, she just won some kind of competition...<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m going to work on the moon rockets with them, actually help them build them.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She stood up and pushed her chair from the table, another screech emanating from the rub of its legs against the floor. “I’m going for a walk,” she told them, and strode out before they could call her back.</span></div>
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This is a sort of draft/plan that I wrote for my Little Monkhams story. I often write a plan like this before typing it up, editing as I go along. This was on a tiny scrap of paper that was all I could find in a boring French lesson :p I thought it made a nice picture.<br />
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Posts may be few and far between for the next couple of weeks as I have exams :(Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09181184134798080680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925198723700372302.post-28998774941888052902012-01-15T12:12:00.000+00:002012-01-15T12:12:25.261+00:00Winter sunshine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em>This is what I wore when taking pictures of Little Monkhams yesterday. It was a truly glorious day, with my favourite weather: quite cold, but brilliantly sunny.</em><br />
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<em>I think I'm going to have to get better at taking pictures of myself that aren't quite so universally unflattering. Try as I might, I could not get a full outfit picture in properly, so you will just have to imagine :p</em><br />
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<em>About 15 minutes walk away from where I live, there is an old house called Little Monkhams. When I was little, I used to walk past it every day to get to school, as I do now to get to my current school. It was a gorgeous old white house, apparently dating back to the 16th or 17th century, and the scene of many a local ghost story. Once I could swear I saw an old rocking horse in the window, but the next day it was gone...</em><br />
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<em>However, a lot has changed since I was at primary school.</em><br />
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<em>I was unable to find any pictures of how it used to look, but this is how it looks now:</em><br />
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<em>About 4 years ago, a developper whose name shall not be mentioned applied to turn Little Monkhams into a block of flats. </em><br />
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<em>Obviously such a suggestion provoked a strong outcry among its neighbours; directly opposite is a small part of Epping Forest, and a block of flats would just not be right, quite apart from the fact that the house itself was such a gorgeous piece of history. The council refused his request.</em><br />
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The old house groaned, creaking out of years of slumber. Bricks heaved, rooms expanded, a rigid structure made soft by oncoming warmth. It remembered.<br />
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But it was tired, and glad to go. No-one was there; no-one cared. Only the lingering glory of past days was left, embodied in the steadfast, reaching chimneys, reaching up to the grey skies above with a silent plea.</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09181184134798080680noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925198723700372302.post-54551725553716484162012-01-12T15:32:00.000+00:002012-01-12T15:32:22.136+00:00A promise of things to comeApologies for the absence of creativity in this post, I am snowed under with A level coursework. I have a few posts lined up, including a trip to Spitalfields market with my friend Rebecca and a ghost story about a haunted house near where I live; unfortunately posts are not going to particularly frequent as I am in the midst of my A levels. I will attempt to post at least once a week though.<br />
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A lovely vintage blog that I have just discovered is <a href="http://www.annieanniepancake.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Annie Pancake and the Time Machine</a>. She's holding a giveaway "Vintage Girl's Starter Guide" to celebrate 100 followers. I can only hope I will get there too one day!Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09181184134798080680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925198723700372302.post-55027124615459826052012-01-07T11:33:00.000+00:002012-01-07T11:33:39.341+00:00Adventures in Paper<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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<em>As you can probably tell, I'm still secretly 9 years old, because pretty much all I did on Boxing Day was cut them out. I think I may do a sort of series on Charlotte and Patricia and their lives, so I can show off all their lovely clothes (15 full outfits each! That's a lot of stories.) I love the 1920's (so elegant!), but there are two reasons why I concentrate my everyday style on the 30s, 40s and 50s:</em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“I can hardly knock on the door when I’ve got a suitcase in each hand, can I, Char?” she snapped, trying to cover her moment of uncertainty. Rolling her eyes, Charlotte paid the cab driver and came up the steps. Tossing a fold of her elegant black cape over her shoulder, she knocked smartly on the door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Leave the bags, someone will get them. They don’t even have a proper knocker...You really should get one of these box capes, you know, they’re much better than that old thing,” Charlotte murmured, with a glance at her sister’s sage green travelling coat. Her foot tapped on the doorstep. “Where the blazes are they?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Patricia, dear, how are you? And how is your dear mother?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">She ushered Patricia into the house, chivvying her along the hallway into a small drawing room, complimenting her on her ensemble. Patricia, bowled over by the sensations of the new, would normally have been indignant about the woman’s tight grip on her arm; but was suffering from the slight nervous excitement she always felt on entering a new place. It was a place to transform, re-invent her personality; the people here had no idea who she was or what she was like. Not listening to Mrs Griffiths' attempts at conversation, she concentrated on gaining a thorough first impression of the place. She smelt the mustiness from the carpet and felt the flocked wallpaper under her hand, and decided that this would be a much better place for her <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>- she could become her own person here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“Excuse me, Pat, Mrs Griffiths? Where is the manservant, to take our suitcases?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Laura stands by the window, a tear of frustration rolling down her face. The coolness left in the tear’s track catches her attention for a moment; it is a gorgeous contrast to the heat filling the air. She longs for a glass of water and the sweep of a winter wind across her face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She leans out of the window, hand to her hat, for the third time in as many minutes, even though she knows she will hear the car before she sees it. Squinting down the road into the sun, she sees nothing but the familiar view: Mrs Keel is outside next door's talking to the cat as she fiddles with her keys; and in the distance a tractor buzzes and grumbles over newly cut wheat. Her heels knock on the boards with nervous irritability.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Unable to stand it any longer, she turns around and flings herself across her bed. Why doesn’t he <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">come</i>? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Her hat flies off with the force of her frustration, hitting the wall with the whisper of a crunch. Another tear escapes, and now they are flowing freely, first hot, then colder as they cool in the air. Her desperate attempt to quench them, dabbing frantically at her eyes with a handkerchief, only serves to spread new mascara over her cheeks. She picks up the hat from the floor and sobs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's a simple hat, useful for keeping the sun off her face in this stifling weather, but it's already one of her favourites. She’d sewn a ribbon on, thinking it was a little plain without it, and now it really was hers; the stamp of individuality well and truly there.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But the effort would be wasted if he didn’t arrive. She hadn’t spent two and six on a new hat for nothing: everything had to be exactly right (even though she already had a summer hat that would do just as well). Stupid boy; he obviously didn't care about what hat she wore, and even less about her.</span></div>
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<em>White lace tights - <a href="http://www.forever21.com/" target="_blank">Forever 21</a></em></div>
</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09181184134798080680noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925198723700372302.post-66288062670699129602012-01-03T17:19:00.000+00:002012-01-03T17:33:22.204+00:00Miss Lily Elsie<div style="text-align: left;">
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Lily Elsie was an actress who became one of the biggest stars of Edwardian musical theatre. She was born on 8th April 1886 in Leeds, Yorkshire. In 1896/7, she played Princess Mirza in 'The Arabian Nights' at the Queen's Theatre, Manchester. Then for Christmas 1896, at the age of ten, she played the title role of 'Little Red Riding Hood' for six weeks followed by six weeks touring.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Her most famous role was in 'The Merry Widow' in 1906. She became an overnight sensation, even though she was painfully shy off stage. She married Ian Bullough in 1911, and died on 16th December 1962, aged 76. <em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Full biography </span></em><a href="http://www.lily-elsie.com/biog.htm" target="_blank"><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">here</span></em></a><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">.</span></em></span></em><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This is something I wrote a while ago, and on re-reading it I thought it suited Miss Lily Elsie perfectly. I'm not a master poet at all, but seeing as this is (mostly) a creative writing blog, thought I could put it in. Critiques and comments are welcome.</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Following limitless imagination.</span></div>
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</div>Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09181184134798080680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6925198723700372302.post-74162414469027618142011-12-21T19:39:00.000+00:002011-12-21T20:15:54.249+00:00Hello.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0DbE5DCE1yNYC6v9C4cvNbcLqXJy-3NbWAEa1aLHZwYE8Ihb4xcwlTyE2Z73up_0FFmfMeSWaSdH6FHPwpvfqZ2vTe9UZVj9UrIgt2oDM7czVxV1DMS9Fd04pD_av8mfFplh-Ql_R8A/s1600/me%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0DbE5DCE1yNYC6v9C4cvNbcLqXJy-3NbWAEa1aLHZwYE8Ihb4xcwlTyE2Z73up_0FFmfMeSWaSdH6FHPwpvfqZ2vTe9UZVj9UrIgt2oDM7czVxV1DMS9Fd04pD_av8mfFplh-Ql_R8A/s320/me%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521.bmp" width="228" /></a>Sometimes my head is full of stories, generally starting with the question "what if...?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>"What if the man over there, overflowing with laughter, was actually dying inside, his soul shrivelled and disintegrating like wet paper?"<br />
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These have a tendancy to take over my mind, and I will end up drifting off, not listening to anything people say to me. This is obviously not a good thing.<br />
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So I've decided to start this blog. I have a modest (but growing) collection of vintage clothing, and I am continually fascinated by its original owners and their lives. I don't know who any of these people were, and this blog will be a space for me to tell what could have been the stories of their lives. And hopefully also a place to pin down the stories inside my head in the manner of butterflies to a page, in order to stop them cluttering up my head any longer.<br />
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Enjoy.Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09181184134798080680noreply@blogger.com0