As Tavi-gate rolls on (this post in particular is incredible. I know subs are hard to come by but just email it to your mum or something and get her to proof it?), one statistic currently blowing my mind concerns the fact that today is me and my old man's anniversary. When we first got together, Tavi was a baby. I don't know which of those things freaks me out the most. We were drinking warm pints of Carling and trying to avoid the sticky carpet of Corp, she was toddling. Nuts? I dunno, not really, but it's still gently busting my brain out of its comfort zone.

Long may the mighty Tavi reign, large may her headwear grow and above all, happy umpteenth anniversary to my mister.

Pray for sunshine!

Charles Blake Cochran was one of the great showmen of the early 1900s, starting life as an actor but making his career eventually as a publicist for other entertainers. His most famous client was Noel Coward but in one of the many hundreds of books about the 1920s that I've been reading lately (yes still), I came across CB's Young Ladies, a dancing troupe that he managed who performed at the Trocadero in the interwar period. That's the Trocadero as was, of course, not with Rainforest Cafe and Ripley's. These chicks don't dig animatronic orang-utans and big elastic band balls, you can just tell.



It would be crass and, more importantly, incorrect to compare these gals with strippers or even 'dancers' in modern clubs, but essentially their pivotal role was to look nice, entertain and keep the men coming back for more. Still, at least they were talented and graceful and were judged on such things as their posture and composition rather than the size of their bosoms.



I love these pictures of them that are part of a set on Getty. Can you imagine the bros at Spearmint Rhino enjoying their surf and turf being entertained by gals in bin bag-esque ball gowns? With matching turbans? And nutso glasses. They're all so stunningly elegant, it's hard to believe that these girls were considered the bottom of society, the type of woman that no man could take home to his family. Look at 'em! More to come when I have time. For now, a trip to Brighton beckons...

If you click on the picture below you can see CB's gals and some of their contemporaries in action!

LONDON CLUBS AND CABARETS - TROCADERO RESTAURANT

Strange but true; Charles died after getting in a bath of scalding water.

A few hair and beauty bits of note;


Carnaby Street are celebrating their 50th anniversary. How does one celebrate the anniversary of a street? A shit one at that IMO, Liberty aside? According to the Evening Standard you post pictures of topless girls in the 60s hanging out on Carnarby, enjoying love and freedom. This pic was in the paper today and while of course there's pendulous breasts to admire, there's also amazing sunglasses and hair. This kind of bouff has most recently been brought back to our attention through the likes of Chloe, who always upon always feature chicks with big, glossy waves. I'd wager that this hair was pretty much solid and set with beer and bean cans like wot they did in the old days, but STILL. It looks nice. I just got this at work, so I'm gonna try it out and hopefully achieve the same look with less crust.



Next is this. See the whole shoot here. Let's talk about those eyes, that hair. WTF is she putting on her lips? I need it, even if the colour isn't accurate. Babe. Tastic.


Don't need to say anything here other than that Abbey Lee is fast becoming my number one. Unf unf unf.

New jingle jangle item from Topshop. How predictable, I know. They've got loads of these charm necklaces in at the moment and while I'm pretty sure they're not all unique, this was the only one of these I could find anywhere in store. Cute, cheap etc. All good. On the subject of cute and cheap, come say hi if you see me at the New Look Oxford Circus launch tomorrow! Can't wait to see what they've done with the place and am already planning what to buy with the generouso press discount....... Pics to follow, no doubt.