Hello, darling! Emma here, ready to take you on a little trip through time. Now, put on your favourite pair of diamante-encrusted stilettos and grab a glass of something bubbly because today, we're venturing back to January 1st, 1958, and lemme tell ya, this date is like a perfectly pink petticoat - a little bit old fashioned, but absolutely delightful.
My Travel Ensemble:
As you all know, darling, my trusty pink time-travelling tutu is never far away! Itâs been slightly embellished for the occasion, this time adorned with sparkling diamantes and a miniature model of the Eiffel Tower, because, well, letâs face it, weâre in Paris, and thereâs simply no excuse to not channel a bit of that Parisian flair. And it wouldn't be complete without a sassy pink beret to add that French chic to the whole look!
On the Scene:
Weâve arrived in Paris, and the air is buzzing with excitement, because it's a whole new year! As we stroll along the Champs-ĂlysĂ©es, I can feel the spirit of Paris pulsating through my feathered boa! The cafes are bursting with life, and thereâs the unmistakable twinkle of anticipation in everyone's eyes. Itâs a city of glamour, where even the pigeons seem to have an air of sophisticated grace about them.
Now, the big question is, whatâs happening in the world of drag on this particular date? Well, you see, darlings, things were a little bit different in 1958. Drag was still quite underground, and even here in the very progressive Paris, drag queens would have had to be incredibly brave to perform openly.
But just because there weren't public performances on the grand stage doesnât mean that there weren't any drag events going on, darling. In fact, in some ways, the subterranean nature of drag only made it more alluring! Imagine those clandestine, tucked-away underground drag bars, the secret knock on the door, and then a whole world of sparkling and glitter, hidden away from the prying eyes of the outside world. The thrill of the taboo! The mystery! I love it!
Shopping!
After a quick pitstop at a Parisian boulangerie for a croissant and a glass of fresh orange juice (they are just divine in Paris!), we headed straight to "Les Grands Magasins", one of the largest and most glamorous department stores of the time. A veritable temple of fashion and beauty! I practically fainted in the accessories department. All that faux-pearl jewelry! It just makes me want to don a feathered headdress and sing âMoulin Rougeâ!
A Vision of Glamor:
Now, while drag might not have been public on the Champs-ĂlysĂ©es that night, let me paint you a picture. Imagine this scene: a Parisian cafe, filled with beautiful men, their laughter and conversations mingling with the sultry melody of French jazz. Imagine a handsome man, maybe in a tuxedo or a well-tailored suit, subtly sporting a bit of eyeliner, maybe some shimmering blush and a fabulous, extravagant wig. A hint of glitter on the collar of his jacket! His voice drops to a husky whisper as he teases a fellow diner.
I mean, just picture the looks, the secrets shared! It wouldnât take much to imagine him pulling out his makeup case and transforming in a flash, into the most alluring, dramatic, captivating drag queen of the night. Just a sprinkle of magic, and he could morph into a glittering vision of elegance, bringing joy to the Parisian night!
*The Essence of Drag: *
1958 was a time when drag, and many things that are accepted as normal now, was not universally embraced. It was a time of uncertainty and rebellion, a time for bold and beautiful people to embrace their individuality and redefine beauty on their own terms. This spirit is truly at the heart of what drag is about.
And now, my darlings, I need you to remember one thing: you are powerful, you are beautiful, and you have the ability to sparkle as brightly as a thousand stars in the night sky!
Don your pink tutus! And spread the magic!
Your loving friend,
Emma
www.pink-tutu.com
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