Hey Darlings! Emma here, back from another magical time-traveling adventure in my oh-so-fabulous pink tutu. This month, weāre twirling back to August 8th, 1975, and let me tell you, this trip was a real eye-opener! Now, you know Iām always on the hunt for vintage fashion, and 1975 did not disappoint.
Firstly, letās address the elephant in the roomā¦ or should I say, the gigantic sequined shoe in the room?! 1975 was a big year for disco. It was like the whole world had suddenly decided to get dressed up in their most flamboyant outfits, crank up the Donna Summer, and let loose! It was a celebration of everything sparkly, outrageous, and downright fabulous. Think feathered boas, platform shoes, bell bottoms that went from here to the horizonā¦ and letās not forget the platform heels, which were just reaching their glorious, sky-high peak.
Imagine me, darling, prancing through a packed nightclub in my pink tutu, feeling the disco beats pulse through my sparkly, sequined soul. It was absolutely electric! And even better, this disco scene was exploding everywhere - New York, London, even in my home county of Derbyshire! Now, I know what you're thinking: wouldn't a tutu be a little out of place in a disco? Well, darling, not with the creativity I found back then. These fabulous disco queens had me channeling the ultimate, ābigger than lifeā vibes. This was drag on a cosmic level, with incredible theatricality and outrageous, jaw-dropping costumes!
But it wasnāt all disco, darlings! This time, I was drawn to another vibrant facet of 1975, something much more intimate: The salon. Imagine a cozy little space, full of laughter, gossip, and a whole lot of fabulous. This is where the art of drag was truly taking root. These salons, hidden away in New York Cityās underground scene, became hubs of community for queens and performers. It was here that the drag world truly felt like a family, a supportive environment where queens could explore their artistry, push the boundaries of performance, and most importantly, find their own unique flair. It was like watching the magic of drag unfurl, blossoming before my very eyes.
And you know me, darlings, always on the hunt for the most magnificent, dazzling outfits! My eyes just lit up when I saw those beautiful creations of sequins, feathers, and lace. Think 70s glamorous silhouettes, vibrant colours, and oh my! The detailsā¦ it was sheer art, darlings! Youāve never seen anything so extravagant and magnificent.
But it wasnāt all about the sequins and glamour, although who am I kidding, the fashion was certainly phenomenal! I discovered the hidden talent, the soul and spirit, of these early drag performers. I heard the raw emotion, the vulnerability, the sheer love for storytelling, poured into every performance. It was clear that even back then, the artistry of drag went beyond the spectacle; it was a genuine act of courage, creativity, and social commentary.
It's these glimpses into history, darlings, that fuel my passion for making a statement with a pink tutu. Back in 1975, it wasn't easy being a queen, being yourself, pushing boundaries. You had to fight for your right to perform, for your right to be seen. These drag pioneers paved the way for all of us today, and they remind me that true magic comes from a spirit of boldness, creativity, and unwavering self-expression.
Now, you're all probably wondering, how does Emma travel back in time? Well, darlings, I'm not telling! (Maybe Iāll drop some hints in future blog posts!) What I will say is, it involves a little bit of magic, a sprinkle of pink, and the unwavering power of a truly magnificent tutu.
So, the next time you step out, channel your inner 1975 disco diva. Don't be afraid to shimmer, to shine, to express yourself through fashion. Wear a splash of color, a dash of sparkle, and most importantly, a pink tutu if your heart desires it. Let your individuality blossom, darling. And remember, the world needs more sparkle and joy, so keep those pink tutus flowing, and remember, drag isnāt just a performance, itās a statement, itās a community, and most of all, itās an extraordinary expression of self.
Keep sparkling, my dears!
Emma. x
