BY BUST Magazine
on Jun 16, 2014
In 1922, Ellen Welles Page sat down and penned a letter for the weekly New York magazine Outlook. “If one judges by appearances,” she wrote, “I suppose I am a flapper. I am within the age limit. I wear bobbed hair, the badge of flapperhood. (And oh, what a comfort it is!) I powder my nose. I spend a large amount of time in automobiles. I adore to dance.” But, she went on to explain, there was a reason why folks her age were given to frivolity. “We are the Younger Generation. The war tore away our spiritual foundations and challenged our faith. Read More
In many ways, photography has always been about voyeurism, about examining a subject with or without their consent. The internet magnifies our desire to peer into each other’s windows, and photographers are catching on. Doug Rickard and others have used Google Maps to survey the world. The content on the internet is open for consumption as soon as it gets put out there, and the photo collage artist Julia Geiser takes full advantage the internet’s plethora of imagery in her stunning work. Read More
BY Dixie Laite
on Oct 31, 2013
"She was a winner, Who became a doggie’s dinner…” — Nick Lowe
Would a dog-loving movie star leave her pooch to starve?
Memorialized in Kenneth Anger’s Hollywood Babylon and in the eponymous pop song, Marie Prevost is best-known today as a overly-nasal actress who killed herself without anticipating that her pet dachshund would get hungry after days of not being fed.
It’s a memorable Hollywood fairytale: the falling movie star who killed herself in despair and ended up being consumed by her starving-- if reluctant-- pup. Read More
on Jun 19, 2013
The girls of the 1920s who called themselves “flappers” weren’t just about bobbed hair and short skirts. Instead, they were more like female revolutionaries who changed the world for women—forever.
In 1922, Ellen Welles Page sat down and penned a letter for the weekly New York magazine Outlook. “If one judges by appearances,” she wrote, “I suppose I am a flapper. I am within the age limit. I wear bobbed hair, the badge of flapperhood. (And oh, what a comfort it is!) I powder my nose. I spend a large amount of time in automobiles. Read More
BY Kelly Maxwell
on May 24, 2013
Memorial weekend is upon us and that means just one thing: theme parties!!! We specifically want to jump on that Great Gatsby train and throw a FLAPPER GARDEN PARTY! In our current 20th Anniversary Issue, on news stands now, we dove right into the lives of these swell gals and uncovered the secret history of the movement, and it's got us thinking All Flapper All The Time! Here's how to do it:
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