The Oil and Rouge Affair
I never thought I'd have a great time taking a time travel trip back to the 40's and 50's but last night at the Oil and Rouge Affair, held at the Art and Light Gallery, I had an eye-opening time launched into the heyday of my mother's favorite decades.
Art, makeup, models, jewelry, vintage and newly designed mid-century clothing, swing dancing and music all brought together by the passion for this time period of a few highly visionary and creative individuals. What a night - the gowns, the tailored clothing, the cigarette holders! Fun stuff. And the swing dance performances - amazing. It's really rewarding seeing the Pendleton Street Arts District comming alive in such creative and far reaching ways.
My mom was an incredible and driven dancer (that's who she met both my dad and my step-dad) and I never realized she dressed in the height of the fashion of the 40's and 50's until I saw the clothing last night and it was her - every bit of it. I should have figured a person who drove a '55 Thunderbird (this was in the early 60's tho') and furnished her house with the most iconic 50's furniture, was into style. I was too little to know or care. The whole nmight made me appreciate who my mom was as a person so much more.
In honor of both the last night and my mother, I may even re-apply the red lipstick as I go work at the gallery today weaving purses.
Art, makeup, models, jewelry, vintage and newly designed mid-century clothing, swing dancing and music all brought together by the passion for this time period of a few highly visionary and creative individuals. What a night - the gowns, the tailored clothing, the cigarette holders! Fun stuff. And the swing dance performances - amazing. It's really rewarding seeing the Pendleton Street Arts District comming alive in such creative and far reaching ways.
My mom was an incredible and driven dancer (that's who she met both my dad and my step-dad) and I never realized she dressed in the height of the fashion of the 40's and 50's until I saw the clothing last night and it was her - every bit of it. I should have figured a person who drove a '55 Thunderbird (this was in the early 60's tho') and furnished her house with the most iconic 50's furniture, was into style. I was too little to know or care. The whole nmight made me appreciate who my mom was as a person so much more.
In honor of both the last night and my mother, I may even re-apply the red lipstick as I go work at the gallery today weaving purses.