While the beautiful and damned of New York’s Roaring Twenties took partying to mythic heights and the swing era brought in big bands, crooners and ballroom dancing across polished floors, the sixties witnessed a strange new gyration in dance called the twist.
Nevertheless, the privileged and entitled continued conducting fashionable parties across town, signing up violinists, cellists and pianists to provide musical accompaniment amidst the cocktails, canapes and chatter of the smart set. Unbeknownst to revelers was the quiet, but hardly unremarkable, introduction of a new form of entertainment hitting the party circuit: a Rubenesque red head with a small cheek curl, armed with little more than a pouty mouth, a comely figure and what is commonly known as, a squeezebox, who wisely dispensed with the fez-hatted monkey in a scarlet jacket to wow the audience with her singing debut in the language of love at one of Manhattan’s poshest gatherings. According to those in attendance, she was, as they say, ooh-la-la!
Image: Vintage 1920’s – 30’s art deco in era erotic real photo postcard; young hand tinted nude in a harem scene. Ebay