So today when I popped over to the blog of Shrimpton's own The Glamourai designer extraordinaire (if you have not seen her work take a moment to jump to her in-shop boutique), I was floored by the pictorial of her recent visit to the Liberace museum in Vegas. I have vague memories of seeing Liberace as a child on TV here and there and remember him as being a bit of a poof of a man - big, glitzy, blingy, way out there. At the time it seemed rather silly and pompous, though I of course did not actually think that - it more the feeling I remember as I look back. Now however I look upon these pictures and while I still see big, glitzy bling, I also see hand-made, couture like, over blown FABULOSITY to a degree that in our fashion policed, watch out or you will land on the web pages of Go Fug Yourself or Perez Hilton, a degree of WAY over the top - in fact so over it there is no top, that I am quite enamored to say the least. I want a feather cape with a train and a Swarovski crystal covered Rolls Royce. I want a world where we wildly mix color and texture and say a resounding FU to "middle America sensibility"
Revel in these pics (scooped verbatim from Kelly's blog - read more of her fab musings here)and please take inspiration today when you venture out into the world - go forth and be glamorous!
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{ never say goodbye } the legacy of liberace
as i mentioned yesterday, i had a game-changing, borderline-religious experience while visiting las vegas. no, i didn't get married. nor did i hit the jackpot. i didn't even go all fear & loathing. instead, i dragged my dear friend and vacation-mate cleo (who just started a blog!!), and our beleaguered boyfriends to the liberace museum. it was incredible. 
for those of you who are not familiar with his legacy, liberace (pronounced liber-ah-chee) was a famous pianist, known for his over-the-top showmanship, a longstanding career on the vegas strip, and for being the highest paid entertainer in the world from the 1950s-70s.
from the looks of things, most of that money was reinvested into his wardrobe (a solid choice, in this case). apparently, he once single-handedly saved swarovski (the crystal company) from bankruptcy. an american hero, obviously:
but back to the museum. instead of being housed in a gaudy, glittering castle on the strip (as the lib's legacy so clearly deserves), it's nestled in some seedy suburban strip mall, next to the creepily-windowless good times bar (which offers 'recession specials' and opens at 8am! yikes.).
{ i wore: my most vegas-worthy, self-titled 'elvis sunnies' by devi kroell for vogue eyewear (last seen HERE), the glamourai necklace, s2vs shirt, betsey johnson dress, coach bag, lamb shoes }
luckily, this lousy locale belies the awe-inspiring splendor of what hides inside:
{ indeed, we have just seen a disco-ball rolls royce ("boy, it really stops traffic when i shop at safeway!"), a pink feather cape (with train!) and a swarovski crystal-encrusted piano with lucite lid & matching bench. OMG. }
perhaps my favorite thing about the self-described "one-man disneyland"? his intense dedication to finger-bling...
...though the details in all his attire were truly breathtaking. i mean:
like the man himself says in this video, "look me over! i didn't get dressed like this to go unnoticed." amen, mister.
if ever you find yourself visiting vegas, please make time for a trip to this hidden gem!
for those of you who are not familiar with his legacy, liberace (pronounced liber-ah-chee) was a famous pianist, known for his over-the-top showmanship, a longstanding career on the vegas strip, and for being the highest paid entertainer in the world from the 1950s-70s.
from the looks of things, most of that money was reinvested into his wardrobe (a solid choice, in this case). apparently, he once single-handedly saved swarovski (the crystal company) from bankruptcy. an american hero, obviously:
but back to the museum. instead of being housed in a gaudy, glittering castle on the strip (as the lib's legacy so clearly deserves), it's nestled in some seedy suburban strip mall, next to the creepily-windowless good times bar (which offers 'recession specials' and opens at 8am! yikes.).
{ i wore: my most vegas-worthy, self-titled 'elvis sunnies' by devi kroell for vogue eyewear (last seen HERE), the glamourai necklace, s2vs shirt, betsey johnson dress, coach bag, lamb shoes }
luckily, this lousy locale belies the awe-inspiring splendor of what hides inside:
{ indeed, we have just seen a disco-ball rolls royce ("boy, it really stops traffic when i shop at safeway!"), a pink feather cape (with train!) and a swarovski crystal-encrusted piano with lucite lid & matching bench. OMG. }
perhaps my favorite thing about the self-described "one-man disneyland"? his intense dedication to finger-bling...
...though the details in all his attire were truly breathtaking. i mean:
like the man himself says in this video, "look me over! i didn't get dressed like this to go unnoticed." amen, mister.
if ever you find yourself visiting vegas, please make time for a trip to this hidden gem!
1 comment:
and don't forget the swarovski crystal-encrusted piano with lucite lid & matching bench...suddenly my ivory baby grand seems so blah...haha...
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