#smoking cloche

[fowlfish]

"Reba Rhenum." With this one I was also finding my way, and it shows. But I still dig the concept here

[robo-milky]

Of course whenever I promise something, I immediately work on a side thing and this is that… I give you crumbs of a Greaser AU! As fun as it would be to imagine everyone as greasers, I think it might make more sense or be interesting if I incorporate the different classes for different characters. I also think it’d be neat if I tweaked some things for a 60s vibe. Even now, Greaser! TWST still lives in my head rent free…

[Notes]

• I really wanted to give the Socs varsity jackets but noooo birthday union already has that, and I wanted this to be more “original” from the canon TWST outfits…

• C-Can you tell I was an “The Outsiders” kid???

• I did start this AU with thinking of Pomefiore first but I wanted to challenge myself and take it more seriously?? So I built up ADeuce. Still debating on what Grim’s role will be…

• Night Raven College is turned into a public school for the sake of this AU (but magic is still involved)

• For this particular AU, I envision Ace and Cloche to be childhood friends, comfortable enough to bicker (taking Grim’s place). How did Deuce get thrown into their little group? Cloche pitied Deuce and let him sit with her and Ace at lunch. Eventually, Ace got used to Deuce’ presence and started to help him out with fitting in with the other socs.

• Loved by the students and hated by the teachers? That’s Ace! With his brother being an alumni of Night Raven College, Ace didn’t have any troubles getting along with some of the older kids in the school. Of course his charisma and goofy personality isn’t something to be overlooked, either. Ace’ father wants him to get into an Ivy League Arcane Institution after high school, but Ace wants none of that. Sure, he could get good grades in school if he tried, but he has no interest. Maybe he should take his future seriously in a year or two, but for now, he just wants to have some fun.

• Deuce was never an official greaser during his middle school years, but more of an errand boy. …Don’t mind the fact he did get dragged into a couple of fights, has a half-used up tin of grease in the closet and his old leather jacket with recent rips. Look at the boy now and see how much he’s cleaned up over the years. Deuce’ tank tops evolved into button-ups, but he still feels uneasy with tight sleeves that cover his full arm. Deuce’ mom worked so hard to afford the school fees for Night Raven College, so he better pull his slack in turn,

• Cloche’ family owns a couple gas stations in Sage Island, allowing her easy access to cigarettes. Though she knows underage smoking (and smoking in general) is bad, she doesn’t care enough. With no allowance of her own, Cloche will gladly scrape however much she can get from willing customers who can pay up. Normally Cloche likes to stick her head out of conflicts between the different classes, but ever since she met a certain greaser— Cloche can’t help but carry a mini medkit at all times, in hopes to play his Nightingale.

[fir3ylolol]

hi fir3y :3333 can we have more johnny cage x camera stuff (anything related, nothing specific; cameras in house, recording w phone etc) w him having a long time crush for y/n 😁 kind of like how you did w smile! you're on camera (i cant remember if i sent this if i already did im sorry 😥😥)

dazed and confused

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: it's been a while since you've seen your good friend johnny. but what happens when long-time crush mixes with weed?

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, blowjob, eating out, cunnilingus, long-time crush, weed usage, intoxicated sex, loss of inhibitions, praise, filmed, sex tape, cumming inside, cum eating, putting on a show, whimpering men heheheh, afab!reader, gn reader

a/n: YAYYY finally another post!! its been forever. this was requested by @keiiikomegumi. gotta love men who fall hard and fuck desperately O.O also i think this is the longest fic other than we want you! ive ever written lol

word count: 2.65 k

Ao3

It’s been about 3 weeks since you last saw Johnny, which kinda sucks. He’s always a lot of fun, and you’ve been really stressed lately. So when you get his text reading, “come over 4 dinner, we can chill 0.o”, you quickly respond, “see u thennn”. You leave shortly afterward, excited to finally relax. You roll into his driveway after about 30 minutes of driving, seeing Johnny’s shadowed figure standing in the doorway. You hop out excitedly, walking over and capturing him in a tight hug. He laughs, hugging you back just as tight. “Hey! I’ve missed you, it’s been wayyyy too long. Come in, I’ve already got some food ready.” You walk in, drinking in the familiar sight of his home. You see the table set, two spots right next to each other, with a suspicious look on his face.

“So what do you have in store for me?” You sit down, watching as he disappears into the kitchen. “Well, I know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, and so have I. So…” He walks out, a large silver plate covered with a cloche. “I figured we deserved a treat,” he says with a smirk, lifting it and revealing two brownies. Realization hits you hard. You see, this is California, and if there’s any pastime Californians love, it’s getting high. Johnny is no different; in fact, he likes edibles more, since he says smoking will “damage his star-quality voice and flawless skin.” But he lives a stressful life, and he needs a break just as much as you. So seeing two, delicious-looking brownies on separate plates, you know exactly why you were invited. And you nearly cry.

“Johnny…” you smile up at him, “thank you. So much.” His eyes light up, placing the plates down for you two as he sits down next to you. “Yay, I knew you would be happy! Ok, I’ve got plenty of snacks in the fridge and cold ass water, so we’re set.” He picks his brownie up, and you follow, clinking them together like glasses before taking a bite. It’s rich, fudgy, and absolutely one of the best brownies you’ve ever had. With a mouthful of food, you try to speak, “Schit manm, ‘his is schoo good.” He laughs at you, finishing his bite before speaking, “It’s been barely a month and you’ve forgotten your manners?” You smack him lightly, before standing up and getting a glass of water, downing the whole thing. He follows you, giving you a big hug from behind. He’s rocking back and forth, face buried in your neck. He’s always been more touchy with you than his other friends, but you don’t mind. He’s warm and gentle and always smells fancy. But you laugh, rocking with him. “The room’s already spinning, oooooh.” He lifts you slightly, walking through the kitchen. “You’re so high, oh noooo!” He set you down, laughing still. “You’re so much fun, I missed you.”

You feel a slight twinge in your heart, the words must mean more to you than it does to him. You’ve been a little glad not to see him honestly, but only because your feelings for him have gotten that intense. A break was just what you needed, but now? When you’re going to be wasted and he’s just so nice and so close? You might break. But for now, you appear cool laughing as well before managing to say, “I missed you too” without seeming suspicious. And you start to fall into the same routine as usual, he leads you to the couch to chill together and watch something fun. He used to go to the cinema room, but once he got too high, watched Rambo on the big screen, and had a panic attack. Plus, you can’t cuddle in there, and he can’t stand for that, loudly declaring that he’ll rip the chairs out every time you two go in there. But he never does. You two end up talking about the weeks you didn’t see him. He’s been working on a new film, but won’t reveal any details other than it’s “based on a super true story”. And he laments how hard you’ve been working, trying to convince you again, “You should just quit and hang with me all the time. It would be awesome.” But alas, you turn him down again, as tempting as it is.

Before you know it, it’s been almost two hours, and you’re definitely feeling it more, the buzzing in your brain is a little louder, and Johnny’s touch gives you more goosebumps. But he leans back suddenly, looking you up and down. “Wait, I just realized, I can’t remember the last time you told me one of your famous bad date stories. What’s going on?” You fluster at his words, so direct and to the point that you can’t think for a second. You finally manage to speak again, your tongue feeling a little too heavy, “I’ve just been busy, man.” He scrunches up his face, thinking deeply. “When was the last time you got some? You know…” He nudges you, eyebrows raised suggestively. You take an embarrassingly long pause before speaking again. “...a year.” 

He leans forward, directly in front of your face. “A year?! How are you even alive??” You push him as playfully as you can, completely flustered by the whole thing. “Quit it, it’s not funny!” He sighs dramatically, splayed out across the couch. “So what’s up? Someone catch your eye or something?” You pause again, trying not to look at him, but your mouth betrays you. “Yeah, maybe. But it’s fine, he doesn’t like me like that.” He scoffs, head still tipped back, “What an idiot. You’re awesome. He’s really lucky I don’t just snatch you away for myself.” His whole body freezes as if he said something he didn’t mean to. You look at him, eyes wide and muscles tense. “W…what?” You ask tentatively. But he stands up, walking away while waving his arms around, “Nothing, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” But you can see the tips of his ears are bright red, and he’s tapping his foot on the ground, something he only does when nervous. You stand up and walk over, staying behind him. “Johnny, it’s something. Just tell me, it’ll be ok.” He takes a deep breath before speaking, still turned away from you. “I said he was lucky I didn’t take you for myself. I didn’t mean to say it, but honestly, it’s true. I mean, what kind of idiot doesn’t like the most stunning person alive? I just…I said too much, and I didn’t want to weird you out because you’re such a great friend and…” He’s babbling on, saying way too much and not making a ton of sense.

But you grab his hand lightly, which causes him to turn around. His eyes are watery, his cheeks and the tip of his nose are red, and his mouth is scrunched up in a frown. You can’t help but smile at him, squeezing his hand tighter. “Do you like me, Johnny?” He nods like a child, free hand coming up to wipe his eyes. “I like you too,” you say with a smile, no longer nervous or guilty of your feelings. He sniffles, looking at you with his wide brown eyes, “Really? You do?” As you nod, he sort of snaps back to usual, but not in a performative way, in a happy way. “Well of course you do! Who could resist all this?” He smiles before pulling you into a tight hug. “Thank you,” he whispers in your ear before he pulls away. But not fully, as you two lock eyes, and the air grows thick again. You swallow hard, eyes darting across his face nervously. He cups your face with his left hand, and slowly leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It’s exactly like him, warm and gentle, and it makes you dizzy. In fact, you feel your knees buckle slightly, which he laughs at into the kiss. As he pulls away to breathe again, you can’t help but feel hungry for more. You’ve only gotten a taste of what you’ve wanted for so long, and it’s very appetizing.

Johnny quickly pulls you back to the couch, barely able to think before you find yourself on his lap, hands wandering around your back, eyes locked onto yours. His touch is even more intoxicating than normal, with heavy breathing and racing hearts shared between you two. One hand reaches your neck, pulling you back in. But he’s not as gentle this time, like he’s trying to devour you whole. His other hand is on your hip, guiding you to grind against him slowly. Your hands wrap around his neck loosely. He groans into your mouth, squeezing tighter. You feel his tongue in your mouth, desperate for more of you, more than there is. You can feel yourself growing wetter, so high that your previous inhibitions are gone. Everything is happening so fast, and you’re starting to feel desperate.

He finally breaks away, panting heavily, before looking at you needily. And with how pretty his flushed face is and how badly he wants you, you can’t help but slide down to the floor between his legs. His pupils are blown out, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. He tries desperately to pull his pants down quickly, struggling slightly.  But he finally frees himself, cock bouncing out as the angry red tip leaks out. He’s embarrassed, turning his head away slightly, but keeping his eyes locked on you. You have no time to tease, absolutely hungry for him, for this. You take him in your mouth, getting most of the way down before you stop, looking up at him sweetly. He gasps, eyes wide and hands clutching at the couch cushions. You start to move, swirling your tongue around him as you keep a steady pace. His eyelids are fluttering, and very quickly he darts his hands out to grab your face lightly, bringing you up to face him. “C-can I film you? I just…I’ve wanted this for so long and you just look so pretty and I just…I don’t want to forget this, any detail of this.” 

You nod lazily, a smile spreading across your lips as you watch him scramble for his phone. He holds it up, hands shaking as he starts filming. You decide to put on a show for him, looking up through your lashes as you go down again, able to get almost all the way down, gagging slightly. He white knuckles the phone, staring at you intensely. His other hand comes up, grabbing your hair in one hand. His voice rasps out, “Wanna see that face, all of it. God, you’re so good at this. Fuck…” He sighs as you reach your hand out, starting to stroke him as you lean your head down, licking at his balls. He jumps slightly, but the most lovely whine escapes his lips, so you continue, trying to overwhelm him with pleasure. And overwhelm him you do, as he starts squirming back and forth at the intensity of it all, more heady whines. He finally remembers to hold the camera steady, trying to still himself. But as you go down again, rapid and sloppy moves, eyes watering as you look up again, his grasp on your hair tightens. He cries out as he cums, shuddering as you keep going, swallowing it all. You pull off with a pant, looking into the camera and sticking out your tongue to show what you did. He’s breathing hard, letting go of your hair and going slightly slack on the couch. But he tugs at your shirt, pulling it over your head. Even fucked out, he wants more.

You stand up, half-naked, and he tries his hardest to get your pants off too. But his hands are too shaky, and he’s trying to keep his grip on the camera. So you step back and slowly peel them off for him, and you can see his cock twitch slightly at the sight of you. You climb back on top of him, kissing him gently. But he leans to the side, propping the phone against the arm of the couch, and flips to the front camera. He shuffles down a little, leaning slightly to pull his pants down further as you pull his shirt off, wanting to feel his warm skin against yours. He kisses your cheek, and down your neck, reveling in the way you arch your back at the feeling. He whispers out shakily, “You ready? Gonna put a show on for me?” You nod, head dizzy again, as he rubs himself against you, audibly groaning at the feeling. He has no time to waste, sinking into you with a heady whimper. You gasp, taking a second to adjust to him, feeling his hands cling to your hips.

But it’s not long before he’s bucking up into you, using his grip on you for leverage. He’s bit down on your shoulder, whimpers slipping out. Your arms are behind his neck, clinging to him like your life depended on it. You feel him let go, raspy whispers in your ear, “You’re so hot, shit, so tight around me. You like putting on a show for me? Yeah?” You nod, moans pushed out at the force he’s moving now. His voice is shaking more now, but he can’t stop talking, “Shit, I don’t know if it’s the weed talking or what, but you’re so fucking good. Can’t believe I didn’t tell you sooner-” He’s cut off, a whimper as he manages to push deeper, completely enveloped in you. He’s losing his mind, hands wrap around your back for more leverage. But it’s not long before he’s cumming again, a whine as he pushes you down as far as he can. He’s trembling more, heavy pants in your ear. But finally, he’s lifting you and setting you down on the couch. Both of you are breathing heavily, trying to calm down after everything. 

That is until he grabs the phone and puts it in your hands. Confused, you look at him, but suddenly, he’s between your thighs, kneeling on the ground. “Can’t leave you wanting, especially after all that.” He dives in, with no sense of patience, as he sucks at your throbbing clit. His fingers pump inside you, your wetness mixing with his cum. You keep the camera on his face, legs pushed apart as you flinch at your sensitivity. He’s looking up at you, sweet eyes locked on you. He lets go slightly, mumbling into you, “Good job, baby, you’re doing such a good job.” You’re moaning, high-pitched, and slipping from your lips. He’s whining into your sopping cunt, vibrations against your clit causing more jumps. But you cling to him, eyes screwed shut as you cum hard, feeling his tongue lapping everything up with fervor. He finally separates from you, sitting down on the couch with an exhale.

He takes the phone, stopping the recording as he puts his arm around you. “I’ll save those for later,” he says, making you giggle slightly, but you’re quite tired. “We should get high more often, huh?” You snuggle into him, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat under your ear. “Maybe. But hey, those videos better not get leaked or anything.” Your words cause him to whine out, slightly annoyed. “Come on, you know me! I would never. Besides…it would make too many people jealous, you know? Such a pretty thing like you, all for myself.” You laugh again before looking up at him, sleepy but happy eyes. “You’re stuck with me now, by the way.” He hugs you tight, squeezing you with a wide smile on his face. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[meanwhile-at-the-coffeeshop]

Today, Mutt and his spouse came by after their lovely brunch. Maggie ushered the couple toward a reserved table while Nina brought out a cloche filled with dense, swirling smoke.

Mutt’s spouse lifted the cloche to reveal a miniature vegan birthday cake covered in cheery rainbow sprinkles. When the smoke cleared, they looked up to see Mutt holding a rare record of an obscure band whose name was an incomprehensible symbol.

“They only pressed 10 of this edition! How did you get one??” they asked, amazed.

“Magic!” Mutt said with a wink. “Happy birthday, my dear!”

[recipe]

@meanwhile-at-the-bookshop [x]

@meanwhile-at-crowleys-flat [x]

[banannabethchase]

HangMatt, Matt learned how to make Hanger's favourite cookies

Cookies and a Cloche

~

He should have known something was up by the fact that Matt didn’t meet him at the door like usual. He was sure he should have seen something coming once the haze of the house’s air gets him in the face as he opens the door. Adam coughs as he walks into the house. “The fuck are you doing to my kitchen?!”

“Nothing,” Matt yells. “We’re good.” There’s a clattering sound.

“We definitely fucking aren’t!” Adam grabs a blanket from the couch and begins wildly fanning it at the smoke alarm to make it stop going berserk. “What are you making?!”

“Cookies!”

“Charcoal cookies?”

Matt stomps out from the kitchen with a surprisingly picturesque plate of cookies. “Normal cookies, you dick! I made the snickerdoodles you were lusting after in the bakery the other day.”

Adam blinks. “Lusting after?”

Matt rolls his eyes and goes to the bathroom to flip on the fan, and soon the smoke starts to clear. Finally, the alarm stops screaming, and Adam can relax. “Okay, you have to tell me what the fuck just happened here.”

Matt adjusts the cookies on the counter. “I made your favorite cookies.” He picks one up and offers it to Adam, who takes a hesitant bite. They’re magnificent. “Holy shit. These are good.” They’re hot, clearly recently out of the oven, but they’re really good.

“I know they’re good!” Matt says. He smiles, looking very proud of himself for a guy who almost burnt a house down.

“If these,” Adam says, grabbing another cookie, “are this good, then how the hell did you burn them so badly?”

“I didn’t burn them,” Matt says.

Adam raises an eyebrow. “So the smoke was a performance aspect?”

“The smoke was a towel.”

Adam pauses in the middle of taking another bite. “What?”

“A towel.”

“No, I got that.” He decides to shove the cookie in his mouth before he asks his next question. There’s a very good chance this is going to come out very bitchy. He chews while Matt looks at him.

“Okay, look,” Matt says. “I was taking the cookies out and I think I got too excited about them, because the towel I was using as a potholder got stuck.”

“Stuck?”

Matt nods. “I didn’t – okay, I may have forgotten to turn the oven off, too.” He smiles, eyes flickering. “But I got the towel under control! It was just a little flame.”

“No burns, right?” Adam asks. He reaches out and takes Matt’s hands, turning them over to check. “I don’t see anything.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” Matt says. He doesn’t move his hands. “I was able to put out the fire with a cloche.”

“A – what?”

“A cloche.” Matt picks up the object and a puff of smoke erupts out of it. “Oops.” The fire alarm starts screaming again. “I’ll fix it!”

[sweetsoona]

Kingdom dragged me back into the pota fandom after years of completely forgetting about it and it's become my current obsession 😭 I've literally made so many ape OCs purely because I read the og novel (for context the setting is based on the early 20th century) and was hit with the idea of flapper apes so now im literally making a google doc of all my ideas it's getting bad

APES DURING THE ROARING 20S WOULD BE SO GOOD! I’m picturing the original-era apes all in suits. Zira’s hairstyle already fits and I could see her wearing one of those cloche hats. Dr. Zaius smokes using those long cigarette holders. Making your own ocs for the era is 👌 How many have you made so far?

I feel the Google docs struggle. I have a Drive folder of all the fic ideas I have for Kingdom that I still need to either write or finish 🫠

I haven’t read the original novel yet, but I definitely plan to. The only thing I know about it, is that the 2001 Mark Wahlberg remake resembles it the most which is crazy to think about. Is the main character Taylor, Leo, or someone else entirely? I should check if my library has it available.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Photo: Jerry Schatzberg (1966)

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Banned in Florida, Tennessee and South Carolina: For the "Have You Seen Your Mother Baby, Standing In The Shadow?" photoshoot, The Stones were photographed in drag.

The story goes that they all adopted a role each for themselves.

Brian aka "Flossie" pouted smoke rings is dressed in a WAAF uniform and peroxide wig. Keith aka "Molly" in a befrogged costume and cameo brooch. Mick aka "Sarah" his lips reddened to the size of chipolata sausages, wore a bedraggled cloche hat. Charlie aka "Millicent" a ratty looking fur cape. Bill (unknown alias) the wheelchair centrepiece, a sullen WAC, with skinny spinster legs almost tied in a knot.

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Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intention. Friendship is always an act of recognition.”

John O'Donohue

[alive on all channels]

[sam-glade]

Heads Up 7 Up Tag

Tagged by @tc-doherty here, @zestymimblo here, and @talesofsorrowandofruin here. Thank you all!

And I'll pass the tag to: @thedahliafrog @iced-ginger-tea @rbbess110 @silverslipstream (no pressure)

Rules: post (about) 7 lines you wrote recently.

So you know how I was saying that Rilna falls into the criminal underworld Alice-through-the-looking-glass style? Well, she finally gets to meet the mastermind.

I might have to rethink her wardrobe, but in the first draft it is what it is.

She was tall and slender. Her black dress - a bustle dress that would have been the height of fashion about hundred and forty years before the General Revolution - shaped her silhouette in a way Rilna had seen only on mannequins and touched-up photos. And it was so meticulously constructed, with the trims, and the rhinestones, and matched patterns... "Dr Averron, I assume?" Her voice was deep and steady, offering perfect clarity as if to mock Rilna's incoherent thoughts. Rilna closed her mouth and looked up at Lady Night's face. She wore a mask of black lace that framed her steel-hard eyes. Her hair was pinned at the back of her neck, coiled like smoke under a cloche. Lady Night tilted her head, waiting. Rilna cleared her throat. "Yes, ma'am. Good morning." Was it polite enough? Lady Night offered her a stately nod. It was her, right? Who else could it possibly be? She strode towards the table and took a seat. Rilna couldn't refrain from watching the bustle fold up - not something that could be demonstrated on the fragile extant garments. The heavy skirts spilled over the edges of the chair like a waterfall.

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[rachel-langella-author]

Black Christmas

Tonight's holiday horror pick is Black Christmas (1974), which is notable for being one of the earliest slasher films. Like When a Stranger Calls (1979), it was inspired by the "the call is coming from inside the house!" urban legend, but with sorority sisters rather than a babysitter.

SPOILERS below!

Low budget, early 1970s film quality--check! We open to a cheerful holiday scene outside what I presume is the sorority house, all decked out in lights and decorations. Cue the creepy mouth-breathing and slight camera wobble to signal we're in the killer's POV. Fortunately, that's just an establishing technique, and it doesn't last long. We switch to a steady camera while the creepy dude's shadow falls across the window of the sorority house. Mouth breathing intensifies.

Margo Kidder! What's Lois Lane doing smoking cigarettes and using foul language??

Return to Creeper Cam as he climbs the trellis to gain access to the house.

Olivia Hussey! What's Juliet doing at a college party with alcohol and boys?

Creeper Cam: He's in the attic. Why do they have a rocking horse in the attic of a sorority house?

Oh, god, the burnt orange carpet. The orange/brown/cream flower patterned drapes. I'm having Seventies flashbacks. If I see an avocado green or mustard yellow appliance, someone will need to send help.

Fake out with the first phone call--it's Barb's mom, with whom Barb obviously has a rocky relationship. (Calling her mom a "gold-plated whore" to her face was my first clue.) The second call, though, is Creeper Dude, and he's called before. The girls refer to him as "The Moaner." If he's called before and he obviously knows where the sorority house is, I think we can assume he's stalked them. So tonight is his escalation from gross creeping to murder. Yay.

The call consists of disturbing noises that escalate to very gross, very crude, and very misogynistic rambling. The young women crowd around the phone and listen with visible fear and concern while "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" plays in the background until Barb grabs the phone from Jess and delivers some stinging zingers. Creeper Dude dials his misogyny up to 11 and ends with "I'm going to kill you" before hanging up.

Claire mentions a "townie" girl who was sexually assaulted recently, and Barb replies in a way that lets us know she's a) a snob and b) carrying around some internalized misogyny of her own.

The house mother arrives, wearing a cloche hat and dangling a cigarette in an actual cigarette holder from her lips. Faded 1920s/1930s chic. She's the "recapturing her youth by overseeing the young women" trope in the flesh. She is also, of course, a secret lush who has bottles of booze hidden all over the house.

This script was written by a man, wasn't it.

First victim! It's Claire, who had a brief bit of dialogue with her boyfriend earlier. Not nearly enough to make us invested in her, but hey, someone's got to be brutally murdered first. Creepy Killer is lurking in her closet, and we see her through a sheet of plastic (why is that in the closet? who knows. Deus ex Machina killer cover, I suppose According to wikipedia, it's a plastic dress bag) from his POV.

The yellow flowered wallpaper in Claire's room. I can't.

Claire commits the common error of horror movie victims: moving toward the strange noise while asking, "Who's there? Claude?" I'm not sure if Claude is her boyfriend or the house cat. I'm just saying Creepy Killer better keep his fucking mitts off the cat. Do I care that much about Claire? No. But if the cat dies, I riot.

I low-key want Phyl's shawl.

We can see this movie setting up some of the standard tropes used in later slasher movies. Barb is a brash young woman who smokes and drinks set up in opposition to Jess, who tries to play peacemaker between Barb and Claire. Barb is wearing her shirt unbuttoned low enough that we can tell she's not wearing a bra, while Jess is fully covered in a sweater and wears a cross pendant. Clear good girl/bad girl juxtaposition. I predict Barb is going to be murdered, and Jess is going to be our Final Girl.

Jess's boyfriend, Peter, calls. He's a dick. Jess then goes upstairs and knocks on Claire's door, but, uh... too late.

Creepy Killer has her stashed in the attic, seated by the window in a rocking chair.

Update: Claude is the cat. He's trapped in the attic with Claire.

Plot twist! Jess is pregnant! Peter is overjoyed, but Jess wants an abortion. Peter: "Don't you ever consider anyone but yourself?" Jess, you can do so much better.

Creepy Killer calls the sorority house again, and this time, he does voices and mentions someone named Billy. "Where did you put Agnes, Billy?"

Peter bombs the piano audition/judged recital or whatever the fuck he's been practicing for, and OF COURSE it's all Jess's fault. He destroys the piano, because that's the reasonable and mature response.

John Saxon! I remember seeing him in everything back in the day.

House mother: "I might be gone when you get back because I'm going to my sister's for the holidays." So you're going to be murdered while everyone else is out of the house, and no one will find your body because they'll assume you've left town. Got it.

RIP house mother! She took a hook to the face when she went up to the attic to find Claude.

Peter: "I'm quitting the conservatory, and we're getting married...Let's get one thing straight: you're not getting rid of that baby." A controlling dick. Jess says she doesn't want to marry Peter, and he tells her she'll be sorry. I think we're being set up to suspect him as the killer? But no, I think he's just an abusive control freak.

Creepy Killer put a baby doll in Claire's lap and is rocking the chair. This is some Norman Bates level shit.

Having a plainclothes cop watching the house won't do any good when the killer is inside the house!

RIP Barb, murdered by being stabbed with the horn of one of her own unicorn figurines. Creepy Killer aka Billy rambled about Agnes again, so I think we can safely assume he did something bad to her. Probably his sister? No one knows Barb is dead yet because some kids who sound like the Vienna Boys Choir showed up at the door to sing "Oh Come Let Us Adore Him" and drowned out Barb's death screams.

It's a bit late to be locking all the doors and windows now, Phyl!

Oh shit, RIP Phyl. She went to check on Barb, and the ominous closing of the door behind her signals off-camera murder.

Oh my sweet Baby Jane--the house mother really was trying to cling to her faded glory! There are vinyl records of The McHenry Sisters propped up near Billy while he makes another call using the house mother's phone in her room.

"You left Billy alone with Agnes?" Okay, yeah, Billy killed his sister.

John Saxon's slow dawning horror as he realizes THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE. Also, the plainclothes cop is dead.

Nash, you dumbass, you weren't supposed to tell Jess that.

Jess, what part of "put the phone down and walk out of the house" do you not understand? Barb and Phyl are not going to answer you!

So they take Claire's dad to the hospital, but not Jess who has just killed Peter with a poker because he was being creepy and obsessive at the most wrong time of all and who is pregnant.

...I'm not sure if they've even found Claire and the house mother yet.

NOPE THEY HAVE NOT.

God damn it, this is why 1970s horror movies annoy the fuck out of me! The endings. The police left Jess alone in her bedroom in the house rather than taking her to the hospital while Claire is still visible in the attic window. Sure, there's a cop milling around outside, but the killer is still in there, and as the camera pulls back from the exterior of the house, we hear a phone start to ring.

Final Thoughts: I can see how it provided a foundation for the slasher films that came after it. We never see more of the killer than isolated body parts, and we never learn anything more about him or his motives than what he alludes to re: Agnes during the phone calls, and I'm fine with his motives being vague. I'm not so fine with the implications the movie makes about mental health issues. Clearly this is a guy who should have been in treatment of some kind. But stigmatizing mental health and making Billy a serial killer obsessed with young women is the easy and low effort path to creating a frightening antagonist.

I strongly suspect Barb is bisexual or a lesbian. I'd have to rewatch the movie to construct a supported thesis, which I don't want to do anytime soon, but maybe I'll circle back to that someday.

I really have to wonder if the scriptwriter thought he was being a feminist when he wrote this.

Overall, not bad, especially if you're interested in seeing an early slasher prototype. No jump scares (yay!), no gore, minimal blood. And the blood we do see is that Hammer Horror movie type blood that looks radioactive and is in no way mistakable for real blood. The murders aren't at all graphic; the movie is very careful in what it doesn't show, which lets us fill in the blanks ourselves.

As far as I can tell, Claude the cat survived.

I'm waffling between 3.5 and 4, but it's the holidays, so I'll be generous: 4 out of 5 zombie Santas.

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MARKETING UNIT 2

I decided to do my own research and look for images on pinterest that fit the theme for each era. I looked into finding images and colours that complement each other, this has helped my understanding of each era more.

THE VICTORIAN ERA

The fashion of the 19th century is renowned for its corsets, bonnets, top hats, bustles and petticoats. Women’s fashion during the Victorian period was largely dominated by full skirts, which gradually moved to the back of the silhouette. However, towards the end of the period, the less restrictive Aesthetic style began to emerge.

THE ROARING 20s

The fashion of the 20s The 1920s was a time for glamour, dresses were covered in beads and revealed more flesh than ever before To think 10 wears previously women dressed head to toe gowns with corsets.If you were in the night social ciass it was a time for partying and living life to the full. Society girls could be seen drinking, smoking and riding around in cars from party to party. La Garconne translates "the bachelor giri" or "the flapper*Cover of La Garconne (1922) by Victor Marquentte. The novel from which the fashionable look of the 1920s is belleved to have got its name. The illustration depicts the books scandalous heroine, Monique Lerbier, who cut her hair short wore men's shirts/ jackets and ties, and gave birth outside wedlock. In reality La Garconne at the time more of a derogatory term for women of loose morals newly liberated woman, freed from the ' Gibson girl' corsetry and S bend silhouettes of the Edwardian era, and the constraints on her lifestyle that such clothing, inflicted on her.Garconne look was evident primaniy in cut rather than fabric. The straight-cut the chemise dress was to become the dominant, line for day and evening wear. These fashionable young women from 1926 are wearing cloche hats and decorated drop waisted dresses with matching coats. The long string of pearts/beads was a must have. The Great Gatsby is a 1925 novel written by American author F.Scott Fitzgerald, the story primanly concerns the young and mysterious millionaire Jay Gatsby and his obsession for the beautifui Daisy Buchanan.The Great Gatsby explores themes of decadence, idealism, resistance to change, social upheaval, and excess, creating a portrait of the Roaring Twenties.(Roaring twenties influenced Ralph Lauren Gucci Maria garchvogel)

THE SWINGING 60s

The 60s are known as one of the most fashion conscious times in history. Styles that began in the decade have had a noticeable influence on the fashion today. Women’s fashion in the 1960s was full of change. Unlike the previous decades, the 60s were a time of emerging and diverse trends. From sophisticated and casual to bright colours and bold prints, the 60s embraced it all with stylish flair.

HARVARD REFERENCING

60s

Shrimpton J (1965) VOGUE WHERE THE ACTION IS [poster] available from All sizes | Vogue-June 1965 | Flickr - Photo Sharing! (Accessed: 28th November 2022)

Met S (March 1st 2022 photo from 1960s) 17 GROOVY HAIRSTYLES FROM THE 60S [POSTER] available from 17 groovy hairstyles from 1960s Teen magazine covers (metv.com) (Accessed: 28th November 2022)

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THE VICTORIAN ERA

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THE ROARING 20S

(2015) womens street fashion of the 1920s [poster] Women’s Street Fashion of the 1920s ~ Vintage Everyday (Accessed 28th November 2022)

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[More Info]

Nicknames:

Henchman (Grim) | Claws (Ace) | Clochey Wochey (Cater) | House Cat (Leona)

Shrimpy (Floyd) | Trickster -> La Petite Clochette (Rook) | City Kitty (Epel) | Kit -> Honorary Human (Sebek)

Kit of Beasts -> Heart of Man (Malleus)

In Return:

Master _____ (Everyone except for faculty)

Uncle (Ramshackle Ghosts)

Bio:

An emotionally distant girl who thinks with her brains more than her heart. Her words may come off as insensitive, but it’s always said in a neutral tone. Prefers to state the facts and look for the most efficient way out, than tackling more abstract concepts like emotions. Despite this outlook on life, she is a skeptical, worst-case scenario planner. Cloche will go the extra mile if it means security and success is guaranteed. When it comes anything, be it a task/person/subject, Cloche is the type of person who would want to know anything and everything about it to be prepared. When push comes to shove, Cloche will take on the role of leadership and make all the hard decision no one else wants to make. Cloche is a very “the ends justify the means” kind of person.

Core Values -> Competency + Freedom

Background:

A cosplayer from Earth who, after exiting from a con, took a wrong turn to get home and was swept away by the NRC horse carriage.

“I did not put so much effort into studying and making the right friends just for it all to go into smoke! …What’s the point anymore?”

Ghost Camera: “I’m pretty sure Headmaster Crowley gave this to me as binding to keep me here.”

Snow Hand Cream: “Master Rook could tell this cream is from Neige’s line just by the smell! Isn’t that impressive?”

Bandaids: “I originally bought these for myself, but I end up giving them to others…”

Advils: “Would you like one? Binding Bells told me you were getting headaches, so…”

Handkerchief: “Here, let me wipe that up for you, Master.”

Hair ties: “Master Epel gave them to me during a joint P.E. class. The day after, I overheard Master Vil complaining about his missing hair ties.”

Pencil Case: “If you wish to borrow a pencil, I expect you to give me something back as collateral— so I know you’ll return it back to me.”

Lollipops: “The lollipops in Twisted Wonderland are great and all, but they can’t beat the taste of Chupachups.”

Thread and Needle: “Oh, you’re missing a button.”

Lactaid: “You don’t need one… do you?”

Scrapbook: “Do NOT touch.”

Textbook: “I’m so close annotating the whole book. Just a couple pages left…”

Spiral bound notebook: “Master Rook complimented the calligraphy title in my notes! …Maybe I should do the same thing for futures ones.”

Phone: “Master Grim, please stop playing games…”

Sketchbook: “Master Epel complained about me drawing him too ‘girly’, but I only drew what I saw.”

Notable Thoughts: Cloche’s

“Headmaster Crowley must be busy running such a prestigious school like this… So busy, I wonder if he’d have time looking for a way I can go back to my world.”

“Master Grim’s orders aren’t as bad you think. All he really does is make me do his share of the chores. The simplicity of his orders are a blessing compared to other students’…”

“Master Riddle is accomplished, but he throws tantrums too easily at the drop of a pin.”

“Master Ace may be annoying, but he can be a surprisingly reliable when needed.”

“Although Master Deuce has a good attitude, I don’t think I’m patient enough to wait for him to catch up.”

“I do like Master Jack’s work ethic, but his moral compass is suffocating.”

“I can relate to Master Ruggie’s pragmatism to some degree, though I personally disagree with his disregard of fine arts.”

“If Master Azul ever asks about my whereabouts, no he did not.”

“Is it bad I felt no sympathy for Master Kalim when Master Jamil overblotted?”

“I feel like I’ve been seeing Epel more and more since he stayed over at Ramshackle for the VDC. I get that it’s probably convenient for him to go with me, if we’re going to head back to the same destination anyways, but he doesn’t have to accompany during short breaks.”

“I think Master Rook is very admirable! He’s intelligent, athletic, and creative! …I wish more people could give him a chance and see him for who he really is— but… he probably wouldn’t like that… After all, half the things I know about him, he’s never told me in person.”

“I have deep respect for Master Vil, I really do. Although I have some qualms with the lyrics he wrote for ‘Absolutely Beautiful’.”

“Before asking Master Idia for homework help, Master Grim and I always play a game of rock-paper-scissors. …Why? Because neither of us want to be the bargaining chip.”

“I don’t see why I should fawn over the prince of a foreign land— let alone, from another world. Master Malleus will not be my king, nor will I be his subject. Sage Island is out of his jurisdiction, anyways.”

“…Some of my acting was genuine. A part of me was so desperate to rid myself of the curse, that I was fine with fooling myself. I’ll admit, if Master Rook didn’t come first, then I’m sure he would have... ahem— Capable, composed… it’s almost scary.”

Notable Thoughts: Others’

“Cloche could’a been the perfect henchman if he didn’t have to call other people ‘Master’!” - Grim

“With Cloche around, Heartslabyul doesn’t have to resort to using a cat beastman to play the violin, but an actual cat. That way, we can follow rule 529 without any loopholes.” - Riddle

“Me, friends with that stick in the mud? Pfft—! As if!” - Ace

“Even in a sticky situation, I’ve never seen Cloche lose his cool before. I wonder how he does it…” - Deuce

“For a beastman, Cloche really doesn’t like noise. I get that too, since our ears are more sensitive than humans… but shouldn’t he have already gotten used to it, by now?” - Jack

“I can’t have Leona ordering Cloche around, cause he’ll steal my job!” - Ruggie

“It’s such a shame Cloche refused my offer for him to work at the Monstro Lounge. …We could have made good money and attracted more customers if we used his cat form to promote on our Magicam…” - Azul

“Cloche is really nice! He’s kind of like Jamil, helpful and a bit stern. …But I also feel like there’s a darkness… Ah— Nahaha! N-Nevermind! I want to know more about him too.” - Kalim

“Cloche is surprisingly weak. He could barely lift up a crate of apples when I called him over for help the other day. I ought to be annoyed he couldn’t help, but I’m also kind of glad?” - Epel

“I thought I could feel the claws of a wild beast, but there’s a beauty to reservation too. Perhaps I’ll need to lure it out.” - Rook

“Honestly… All the work I put into reviving Cloche’ natural curls has gone to waste, since he left Pomefiore.” - Vil

“‘Master Hornton’, an amusing nickname, indeed. I was under the impression Cloche had known my identity, but it seems my expectations had been subverted.” - Malleus

“Tch. Cloche can play the victim when needed, I’ll give him that. Manipulating his curse to his advantage makes him no better than those Night Raven College miscreants he claimed to have disassociated with.” - ???

Extras/Trivia:

- Birthday: May 12

- ISTJ-T/6w5

- “She/Her” is only used in a meta/narration sense, otherwise— she uses “he/him”

- Prefers voice > looks

- When Cloche is in her cat form, she has no conscious thoughts and move as if she’s on autopilot, like a normal cat.

- Cloche has no distinct handwriting. It varies depending on what she’s writing and who it’s for— yet even then, no two letters look the same. (Unless forging)

- Cloche has no inner fur in her ears. It’s to signify that the cat ears are unnatural— fake.

- Has a habit of either covering her mouth with her hand/sleeve or turning away whenever she breaks into a genuine smile. Can smile on command for a camera (cosplayer intuition).

- Goes to the school forest to calm down whenever she feels emotional or if she has an inkling that her feral side will come out

- Cloche has germaphobic tendencies.

- Has a habit of biting her index finger or thumb to suppress pain/excessive laughter.

- School ghosts and paintings are fond of Cloche for always being respectful and fixing their frames, the Ramshackle ghosts, especially.

Gallery:

Cards:

Groovy!! [SR Tsumsitter]

Groovy!! [SSR Union/Birthday Jacket]

[SR Luxe Couture]

[SSR Birthday Bloom]

[SSR Glorious Masquerade]

[bogglebabbles]

If you could make all the cats you know wear a hat what kind would you choose for each cat? (The cat will enjoy wearing the hat regardless of individual personality and hat properties, they are magic hats.)

I'm going to just go with my own cats for the sake of brevity and because a cursory count of all the cats I personally know is somewhere in the 40s and I do not know of 40 kinds of hat.

Phyllis: does a flower crown count? I could easily picture her in a little crown of wildflowers. If not, then one of those cute little patchy witch's hats in a pretty, dusty purple colour.

Terry: tbh just a mini version of the flat cap I got as a gift the other day. He'd be so dapper.

Constance: one of those flapper-style cloche hats from like the 1920s. She's a sassy dame and most likely of the three of them to smoke from one of those fancy long cigarette holders.

[smokysipspirits]

The Best Cocktail Smokers to Upgrade Your Next Drink

Addition of smoke to cocktails has become a trend at craft bars for some time now, not as just a gimmick but as an effective method for adding some serious flavor to drinks. While novices might find the technique intimidating at first, once equipped with the appropriate tools it's actually quite straightforward. Cold smoke from a source other than grill or Bourbon Smokers should be used - hot smoke could actually cook the drink! Most bartenders use gun-style infusers and dome-type devices made of glass (known as cloche) for adding smoke prior to serving drinks; other methods exist such as infusing ingredients directly.

Over two dozen cocktail smokers were tested, considering both experienced cocktail makers and beginners when reviewing them for ease of use, overall performance, cleaning capabilities, value and overall price to determine which were the most ideal ones.

Breville The Smoking Gun Pro

Breville's Smoking Gun Pro is an exceptionally versatile piece of equipment designed for chefs of any skill level - but also perfect for playful experimentation! Running on four AA batteries, its massive burn chamber makes loading easy and can accommodate enough material to smoke multiple cocktails at the same time. We found its flexible silicone hose easy for targeting smoke where needed while variable speeds enable home bartenders to add light or increase the intensity level as desired. Both its stainless steel barrel and burn chamber can easily pop out for easy cleanup - perfect!

After testing it both at our official test kitchen and our own home, we were impressed with the Smoking Gun Pro. It proved easy to use, drew quick smoke in, produced rich, robust smoke that lingered, was cost-effective, and easy to clean despite its higher price. We appreciate its overall value despite being costly.

Mitbak's Smoking Gun with Dome Lid and Wood Chips

Mitbak offers an affordable cold Home whiskey smoking complete with everything needed to begin smoking cocktails with Whiskey smoking experts immediately. Included are rechargeable lithium-ion batteries that fire the smoking gun; domed cloche, wood chips, detachable hose, charging cable, tweezer to help clear debris out of detachable burn chamber for easier cleanup; three speed infuser fan for efficient output regulation - perfect!

We like how this relatively basic unit came equipped with three variable settings and found the "high" setting to produce quite a lot of smoke. Furthermore, it's small enough design to fit conveniently in our dishwasher.

Note for home bartenders: while this kit includes a cloche, it cannot accommodate tall glasses. Therefore, if you frequently make cocktails using stemmed glassware, consider investing in a Whiskey smoking kit with more height. Likewise, as this unit does not come equipped with its own base plate (either cutting board or plate), an appropriate piece will need to be found as the dome sits atop of it all.

Oklahoma Joe's Cocktail Smoking Box

Constructed of American white oak used in the production of bourbon barrels, Oklahoma Joe's elegant little box from grill manufacturer Oklahoma Joe's makes an ideal outdoor bartending tool. You will need your own wood chips (lighter/torch not included), but everything else - sturdy wooden box with sliding tray at bottom for chips storage - is included with your purchase. While its compact size may limit how much can fit inside at once, just take this as another chance to relax and appreciate Mother Nature.

Design of this unit is sleek and unassuming; cleaning it was quick and effortless. Even though only capable of smoking one drink at a time, we found its smokiness level perfect: just enough smoky aroma without overbearing ash flavors; we raise our glasses to that!

[femmemetale]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Smoke Gray Plush Velvet Pinup Turban cloche hat glamour.

[lizseyi]

Why You Should Gift The Chef In Your Life An Aroma Gun This Christmas -  Flavour Blaster

So the panic is setting in, it’s only a few weeks until Christmas and you’re stumped on what to get the foodie in your life. 

There’s only so many hot sauces, spice kits and cheese hampers one person can take - and nobody wants a duplicate gift! 

What if we told you there’s a new gadget on the market, specifically designed to impress the home chef in your life. 

You may have heard of wood chip smokers, or even stumbled onto this article because you’re researching which wood smoker to choose for your loved one. Wood chip smokers are great, and they have been the staple of many households for years, allowing you to add a smoky flavour to everything your heart desires! But if you have used one before, you’ll also know with how fiddly they are. Everybody wants the smoked results without fumbling around with wood chips and flames, and don’t even get us started on the smoky residue that gets left behind on glassware and plates! Nobody wants to be scrubbing dishes for the rest of the evening, and we all know leaving it to soak means a sink full of dishes for three days (we’re not judging, we do it too).

What if we told you there was an easier option? 

*cue the spotlight and angels singing*

This is where we come in. 

We were tired of using open flames and spilling wood chips, and who’s got space in their cupboard for the ridiculous array of attachments for a wood smoker? We wanted to create something that was nifty, handheld and USB powered, simply pull the trigger and you’ve got smoke on demand. Rather than burning wood chips, we found a cleaner alternative, using aroma liquids instead! Simply fill up one of our insertable tankswith your chosen aroma and off you go.

We hated being limited to smoke scents, as there are so many amazing scents out there in the world just waiting to be explored, so we didn’t stop there. We now have over 20 aromas to choose from including truffle, rosemary, citrus, lychee, bubblegum, coconut and vanilla! Just like a smoking gun, our aroma gun can be used on both food and drink, hot and cold, so you can infuse extra flavour wherever you need it! And because it’s not created by burning anything, there’s no clingy residue on your tableware - once the smoke clears, there’s no scent left behind. 

The science behind using scent to garnish food is that your taste buds are heavily influenced by smell, so if you enjoy our aroma whilst consuming food, you will be able to taste what you’re smelling without adding any extra ingredients! It’s not magic, it’s science! 

Our aroma gun is called Flavour Blaster, and you may be familiar with our work - we’re famous for the aroma filled bubbles that you see on top of food and cocktails in restaurants, bars and hotels around the world! Not only can you use our Blasterlike a smoking gun, you can also make cool burstable bubbles with it, to level up your garnishes! 

Whether you choose to use a cloche, bubble or just go wild with your aroma, we have plenty of accessories and models to suit everybody’s needs. Our Blaster comes in two sizes, our Pro 2 model and our MINI model. Our Pro 2 model is our top of the range, professional edition which is more powerful, faster and larger. If you’re looking for something more budget friendly, our MINI option is a great gifting option! The MINI comes in a range of colours including Ruby Red, Aqua Menthe, Blush Pink and Proton Purple, and is not much bigger than an Iphone, so perfect for displaying on your countertops without getting in the way or tucking away on a shelf when not in use. Both Pro and MINI kits come with everything you need to get started, including some starter aromas, tanks and bubble mix. The MINI kit provides enough aroma for 500 scented bubbles/clouds, and the Pro Kit will give you 1250! 

If a Flavour Blaster isn’t within your budget for Christmas this year, why not check out our glassware range? It’s the perfect stocking filler, and we have something for everybody! 

[unit2-ss24]

The 1920s - part 1

The Roaring Twenties

1920s liberation from the corset

During and after WW1 woman’s social role changed. Representation of the ideal for fairer sex had radically changed.

The Shape

At the beginning of the 1920s the waist was still apparent however no where near as cinched as the years before but the length of skirts had decreased and clothes were less shaped, in these images we can see the beginning of the shape we associate with 1920s.

The 1920s was a time for glamour, dresses were covered in beads and revealed more flesh than ever before. A huge contrast to 10 years earlier when women dressed head to toe in gowns with corsets.

If you were in the right social class it was a time of partying and living life to the full. Society girls could be seen drinking, smoking and riding around in cars from party to party.

La Garconne

La Garconne translates "the bachelor girl" or "the flapper," 

Cover of La Garconne (1922) by Victor Margueritte.

This was the novel from which the fashionable look of the 1920s is believed to have gotten its name.  The illustration shows the books scandalous heroine, Monique Lerbier, who cut her hair short wore men’s shirts/ jackets and ties, and gave birth outside wedlock.

In reality La Garconne at the time was more of a derogatory term for women of loose morals and newly liberated woman, freed from the ‘ Gibson girl’ corsetry and S-bend silhouettes of the Edwardian era The constraints on her lifestyle that such clothing, inflicted on her. 

The simplicity that characterized La Garconne look was showcased mainly in cut rather than fabric. The straight-cut chemise dress was to become the dominant line for day and evening wear in this period.

These young women from 1926 are seen to be wearing cloche hats and decorated drop waisted dresses with matching jackets. The long string of pearls/beads was a must have for any sophisticated attire during this period.

By 1924 trousers were becoming more popular for women and were worn with the new androgynous haircut. Paul Poiret’s washable satin pyjamas were idolised and exstreamly popular, if you could afford it.

Josephine Baker

Josephine Baker was a dancer and singer who became wildly popular in France during the 1920s. At the time she was europe's most popular and highest-paid performer. She worked for the French Resistance during WWII, and during the 1950s and '60s she devoted herself to fighting segregation and racism in the United States. 

Many celebrities have been inspired by Josephine Baker's style such as Diana Ross and Beyoncé.

Here is one of Josephine Baker's many shows where she is dancing the original Charleston.

The Great Gatsby

The Great Gatsby is a 1925 novel written by American author F.Scott Fitzgerald. It follows a cast of characters living in the fictional town of West Egg on prosperous Long Island in the summer of 1922. The story mainly concerns the young and mysterious millionaire Jay Gatsby and his obsession for the beautiful Daisy Buchanan. The Great Gatsby explores themes of decadence, idealism, resistance to change, social upheaval, and excess, creating a portrait of the Roaring Twenties.