Smoking at The Krazy Kat Klub, a bohemian hangout in a treehouse, in Washington DC, 1921. In 1919 the Washington Post described it as, “something like a Greenwich Village coffee house, in an alley near Thomas Circle”.
CAMP: "A cornucopia of frivolity, incongruity, theatricality, and humour." "A deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavored, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love." "The lie that tells the truth." "Ostentatious, exaggerated, affected, theatrical; effeminate or homosexual; pertaining to or characteristic of homosexuals."
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Rolled stockings?
ReplyDeleteCome on babe why don't we paint the town
Deleteand all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
and roll my stockings down
and all that jazz
Start the car I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
but the piano's hot!
It's justy a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz!
Jx
So all the old ladies I see with rolled stockings are just being fashionable.
ReplyDeleteI have not known of the Krazy Kat Klub! It is so up my alley (that is American slang for one's own style).
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you've rouged your knees and let your stockings down before now! Jx
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