Hello darlings! Emma here, your favourite pink-tutu-clad time traveller! I'm so excited to whisk you all away on a fabulous journey back to 1 January, 1929. It's been ages since I last visited the roaring twenties, and oh, the excitement was buzzing in the air like a glitter cannon at a fabulous drag show!
My shimmering pink tutu was the perfect choice for this era of flapper dresses, bobbed hair, and dazzling Charleston dances. Just like our dear Cher said, "It’s the truth, it’s the real thing," and my time travel, dear readers, was pure, unadulterated reality. ✨
This trip took me to the bustling streets of New York City. Even back in 1929, the Big Apple was overflowing with energy and an undeniable sparkle! Picture a mix of elegant Art Deco buildings, dazzling jazz tunes filling the air, and enough sequins and feather boas to make even the most stoic granny start a conga line.
My journey started at The Savoy Ballroom in Harlem, where I experienced a magnificent display of drag, as fabulous as anything we'd see today. These queens were a vision: sleek, long evening dresses adorned with shimmering beadwork, extravagant feathered hats, and make-up that dared to define those sultry 1920s brows! Imagine, ladies and gents, a drag show where each performance was as lively as the jazz bands, and just as powerful as the message of Black empowerment they conveyed. I truly felt like I was part of something bigger, part of history unfolding right in front of me.
Of course, a trip to 1929 wouldn't be complete without visiting The Roxy Theatre on the infamous Times Square. A glorious spectacle, I'm talking about an opera with lavish costumes, a glamorous, theatrical experience filled with dazzling costumes. The women of that era took the "drama" out of drag with such elegant flair.
It was truly mind-blowing to witness such artistry and see how it has influenced drag today. Remember that Lady Gaga song? “Don’t go giving them what they want!," The roaring twenties, my dears, had that kind of daring! They gave them everything they never thought they’d get. 👠
Now, imagine this. A huge Pink-tutu.com party in Harlem! With everyone, every fabulous being, every diva rocking their own pink tutu, swirling across the dancefloor. That, my darlings, is the future I'm working towards. This time travel stuff, the shows I attend, they all fuel that dream. Imagine the worldwide dance party! Just thinking about it gets my twirling fingers tapping! 💖
But for now, it's back to Derbyshire for me. There’s a vintage fashion shop I need to hit up, and it seems I'm due to audition for a new drag production here. Gotta keep the pink tutu fueled, you see. A fabulous, magical, time-travelling ballerina must keep the dance going!
Remember, you too can be a time traveller. All you need is a little bit of glitter, a lot of confidence, and, of course, a shimmering pink tutu.
See you next time on pink-tutu.com. Keep your eyes open, there’s a fabulous world of drag waiting for you to discover! 😘
