The 1930's beach pose

Diane Ellis and Carole Lombard via fuckyeahmodernflapper.tumblr

via valentino vamp tumblr

via adeline'sattic.tumblr

Muriel Evans, 1932, via pasttopresent.com

 

via adlinesattic.tumblr

 

via qsdaydream tumblr

Mary Carlisle via pasttopresent.com

via valentino vamp tumblr

via valentino vamp tumblr

via valentino vamp tumblr

Eileen Percy, Marion Davies, Dorothy Mackaill via adeline's attic tumblr

Sunbathing arena

 1930's couple at the beach via Christian Montone flickr

 sunbathing at Kansas University via kuhistory.com cca 1930/1940

1930's beach photo via erbzine.com

1930's sunbathers at Haynes Field via Duke University Archives on flickr

 early 1930's sunbathing girls via nite tripper flickr

 

 a cluster of sunbathers at Bondi Beach, Sydney1930, via abihey.blogspot.co.uk

 1930's beach outfit via commons.wikimedia.org

 women at the beach , 1930's Spottswoods photography collection via The Florida Memory blog

 Indoors sunbathing at the solarium of the Tolland Hotel, Bournemouth, Hulton Archives, source BBC,  via denisebefore  tumblr

Resort-sful

 

Tank tops and wide legged trousers, that's what I've been wearing on a regular basis this summer, and yes, those straps and legs could be wider to really please, but until such happy event the vibe will do. 'Cause I think I've got the vibe. In terms of 30's resort wear, one cannot hope for much more out of an entirely modern outfit. Still, how I long for the real thing, in the right proportions, colours and print, where no corners are cut...

...And dottier (a story of 1930's resort wear taken too far from the beach)

I guess I'm not fooling anyone with my resort look - muddy waters and happily growing weeds make for anything but Riviera. Although beautiful in its own right, the Gloucester Docks background did little for my outfit.
 In fact it looks as if I'm just about to peel off the wallpaper and take my cheesy 'jamas to bin burn 'em away in shameful solitude. Perhaps I should have done so, as soon as I heard the cringing comparison to Lady Gaga. Not even the horror of that is responsible for my butter wouldn't melt expression (simply read "bitch") and frozen, painfully rigid body posture.
You wouldn't be to blame if you didn't realize it was a glorious summer day and I thoroughly enjoyed wearing what looks like a circus outfit.