Vintage Vegas

12/09/2014

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'Man, I really like Vegas'  Elvis Presley

These photographs were taken in Downtown Vegas which felt like stepping onto the set of Viva Las Vegas. I loved the vintage charm and it's strange to think these slightly kitsch light displays were once the epitome of glamour. We wandered around, for as long as we could handle the heat, then had a well earned drink at the Golden Nugget, one of the oldest casinos in the city. This sightseeing business is thirsty work especially in 40+ degree temperatures!

Downtown Vegas is quite a distance from The Strip. We caught a taxi there and a bus back enabling us to see a bit more of the city. I especially loved the return journey because it took us past the Little White Wedding Chapel (where Judy Garland married Mark Herron and Frank Sinatra married Mia Farrow), Cupid's Wedding Chapel and lots of pastel coloured motels. I have to say it was all a little too much for my candy lovin' heart!

Since returning I've become obsessed with vintage Vegas memorabilia and it's taken some restraint not to snap up a few things on eBay (I've a bit of a soft spot for kitsch souvenirs). And as for my new love of Elvis, I'm already planning a trip to Graceland. Uh huh!

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You can view my post about the Las Vegas Strip here.

Kate Bush, Before the Dawn

09/09/2014


Image credits: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

'Let me be weak, let me sleep 
And dream of sheep'  

The post-Kate Bush gig blues are bad. I think it's a mixture of knowing I'll never see her again (she last played in 1979 and the Hammersmith concerts are by all accounts a one off) and realising I've been to the greatest gig of my life and nothing will ever compare.

I've not really been able to sum up the concert. Friends and colleagues have asked what it was like and all I've managed to do is mutter things like drowning, trapped under ice, birds and a helicopter! A journalist wrote that he was desperate to see Kate again because he spent the entire gig in shock and felt he missed out on the details. I can relate.

The truth is I'm unable to find the words to describe seeing Kate Bush and the reason is there aren't any. Kate is someone I've loved and listened to all my life, so how can I even try to express the emotion of hearing her perform the songs that are so entwined in my life I don't know where I end and her music begins. Kate was there at the time my sister was born, when I started school, she followed me through university, my first job and beyond. She has been there during the good times and the bad, and now, at 40, her music is as fresh and current and part of me as it's always been.

I tried to listen to "The Ninth Wave" yesterday - the name given to the entire b-side of Hounds of Love which she played in its entirety - and it made me cry. I never ever imagined seeing Kate Bush would turn me into an emotional wreck, but I guess that's just what happens when one of your dreams comes true.



Hounds of Love, back cover, from www.katebush.com

Snapshots of August

05/09/2014

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A fawn for Friday. Drifting around Soho with my Mum. I wonder who lives in such a pretty house? When you love deer people buy you necklaces, with deer. Wandering around Waddesdon Manor with my parents. Back to school in metallic turquoise. A perfect spot for tea with a friend. J'adore vintage Avon pomanders! Clearing out the loft and finding one of my favourite books.

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A few of my favourite things. A cinema date with my man. Armed and ready for Monday. Obsessed with Oxford window boxes. Hydrangeas on Sunday. A quarter of toffee crumble, please. Pretty bike spotting on my way to work. When it comes to perfume I'm very much a flower girl. Meeting a school friend after a 20 year hiatus.

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I'll take the mint one. Neon lights on Carnaby Street. Attending the hen party of a friend. Being featured in Mollie Makes. More hydrangeas, how can a girl resist? I saw these cupcakes and thought of you. Blue Monday. 20 cards for my 40th birthday. The pastel streets of London.

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Sunshine, net curtains and flowers. My kitsch friends want to say hello. Knock knock! There's no place like home. Vintage fabrics at the Oxford flea market. I want to ride my bicycle. Cupcake anyone? All Friday afternoons should be spent with goblins. I'll take the pink one.

I've no idea where August went so I'm grateful of these photographs as a reminder. Since my holiday I've been spending less time online and generally getting back to basics. It's hard to recall a time before the internet but I'm pretty certain life was simpler. It's a place I'm trying to get back to.

I hope your August was fun and I wish you are very happy and healthy September. You can view my 2014 snapshots to date here and follow my onward journey here. Bye for now!