Jazz dancing, fast cars, conversation about Freud, and sex all mashing together, lubricated with gin. And, of course, the shortest dresses in history.
In the upper echelons of American society, they became virtual works of art.
This is the finest example I’ve ever seen. Slim. Minimal. Couldn’t be simpler. Except that when you put it on, the zigzag rows of black and translucent beaded fringe are set into glittering motion that seems to flow directly out of you.
The light varies depending on your tempo (Charleston for fireworks, slow waltz for chandelier effect), but is always mesmerizing.
1927 Party Dress (No. 2924). Sleeveless, scoop-neck black silk
georgette, surprisingly substantial, with over 100,000 hand-strung
baguette beads in seven tiers, plus an eighth tier across scooped back.
The hemline falls just above your provocative knees; in Utah
or Ohio, you could have been arrested (really)
for wearing this breathtaking thing. Imported.
Women’s sizes: 2 through 18.