ARTS DECOTATIFS

I envy those folks who lived when

Flappers flapped and Jazz had just

learned to Jive. They were there for

Art Deco, whose smooth elegance was

too sweet to survive the jingles and

jangles of outrageous progress.

What is there about those

sleek lines that speak to something

sublime in the human spirit? A thing

to make us stop and soar into a simple

kind of sensual dream where long legs

and tasseled dresses tickle a smooth

thigh, and bounce with a frenzy of

desire? Those halcyon days of illicit

gin like a waterfall, when Tuxedos went

arm in arm with Coco Chanel and

arrived at the speakeasy in a turquoise

Delahaye with silver trim? A time

when sin was passe.

OH! Those Clara Bow lips, bare backs,

and silk stockings in the arms of a broad

shouldered triangle do paint a portrait

of enchanted delight to grace the wall

above our bed.

Such a sad reminder of how we have

seemed to stumble and fall flat in

our decline to a jagged time so shallow,

we no longer know anything of beauty

and how it can teach us to dance.

Vol Lindsey

Reviews

[Lorry]

This has so put me in the mood to rewatch boardwalk empire and pretend I am getting ready to impress, while going to the local gin joint to be a part of the scene.
When guys wore suits and hats and woman, as you so elegantly describe, dressed like their design team were allergic to edges and everything had to be sleek.
I don't know where I went wrong, but think the penguin onesie and always having a beanie hat velcroed to my head might have something to do with it.
Or maybe it was that I always preffered blues to jazz and gin tastes a little too like hairspray to me, despite never tasting hairspray in my life!.
But we can dream. And when I do, I'm so cool, Daddy-o! 😊

[Vol]

Hahahaha! I've not seen "Boardwalk Empire. My favorite Art Deco is in Agatha Christie's Poirot as portrayed by David Suchet. Every frame in that series could be downloaded and framed. I've never seen such amazing filmography anywhere else.
All of western civilization has gone wrong. We celebrate ignorance and coarseness, and have become a society of nihilistic Narcissists, intent on little more than the immediate satisfaction of our basest desires, no matter the harm we know we do. In the face of that we all need to find a way to follow the Navajo and "walk in beauty,"