In the afterglow of spying Bill Cunningham, my daughter and I headed over to Radio City, where she danced for some four hours with the Rockettes Experience (13th-birthday gift).
As we climbed the internal stage-door stairs en route to the large rehearsal hall, a rolling rack with some costumes caught my eye. They were strappy, peachy-flesh colored, and bedazzled with glitz.
They were a little bedraggled too, which was part of their appeal: I thought of Sally Bowles flinging one on, ripped fishnets on legs, cigarette in hand.
I'm calling it tarnished glamour.
Do you like your glamour sparkly or with a bit of romantic grime?
3 comments:
Oh tarnished glamour, which I think Kate Moss embodies perfectly, I thought she looked incredible at the Olympics concert last night.
Yes, agree that she did look incredible. When I first saw her on the massive convoy I Tweeted that she was "writhing," which was the perfect tarnished slinky move for her.
Happy Birthday to Miss Cavendish the Younger. What an fun and exciting day.
BarbaraG
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