Delicate Musings In This Oh So Undelicate World
a self proclaimed fraud
Published on August 18, 2008 By Bdeluxxe In Life Journals

     I started off wanting to be a pin-up. The craze was at it's peak. Myspace and TFP photographers made this all possible. Armed with bangs and pencil skirts, your everyday girls became Varga Style pin-up models, draping their vintage clad smiles over hot rods, smiling through fishnet stockings, and crimson lips luring you back to this era. I was fascinated, perhaps stupefied by this craze. And that is when this bookworm of a lady decided to bleach her hair, change her name and fornicate with with the camera lens. It was the birth of Miss Berlin Deluxxe.
     The only problem was, I was not feeling the 50's. I always could relate to the classier, noir type ladies of the 20's and 30's. Typical "Jazz Age Beauties". Art deco textures, bulky Victrolas, finger waved bobs and sounds of big bands setting the backdrop for a cocktail party where women donned feathers, diamonds and men smoked Gauloises. I proclaimed myself an impostor. Self baptized fraud.
I could never get the "rockabilly" look right. There is always a cameo appearance from the Ziegfeld Follies present in my wardrobe, in my lifestyle. I like to surround myself with period pieces, I have a delicate admiration for all things of that era. Even my husband is a Jazz Musician and has an air of vintage elegance himself.
     I continued being a pin-up model. Photo shoots kept coming and Corinne Griffith kept showing up instead of Bettie Page. People seemed to enjoy my pictures anyway, so I didn't change a thing. I was featured on Atomic Pin-Up among various other atomic era/subculture promo sites. It was so exciting!
Bettie's were sprouting in every pixel of the cyber world. Models such as Masuimi Max and Sabina Kelley, to name a few, received the recognition they so deserved. Along with this craze came contests, the birth of the Tattooed Pin-up, hair accessories, etc... This gorgeous look became "it"!
And why, you ask, do I talk about this period in my life in the past tense? The answer is simple. I have not buried Miss Berlin Deluxxe, she just lies dormant for the time being. Nothing gold can stay. And I have other things I'd like to do for myself at the moment.
     Miss Deluxxe has gone now from, "Platinum Bombshell! 100% Platinum, Silicone & Silk™" to "Flapperesque Coquette! 100% Silicone & Silk™". My hair is an onyx bob, my eyes are encircled in a smoky kiss. Flowers adorn my hair, yet my lips remain red. Maybe it was the Varga Girl, not the Ziegfeld Follies doing a cameo in my life after all.

Who knows and who cares? I'd rather listen to Cab Calloway anyways....



Comments
on Aug 18, 2008

I think I must agree if we are comparing the 50's women to the 20's and 30's. It seemed the ladies of the latter were much more dangerous. At least they looked it. Interesting blog.

on Aug 19, 2008

KellyW0498
I think I must agree if we are comparing the 50's women to the 20's and 30's. It seemed the ladies of the latter were much more dangerous. At least they looked it. Interesting blog.
I guess I'm more in love with the speak easy era. Thank you for taking your time to read my musings