Thursday, 28 October 2010

The Lord and the Belly Dancer(s)

While browsing Corbis for images of belly dancers (as I do from time to time for costume ideas) I came across a picture of Princess Chirin Amina-Roshin-Geylani, with the following extraordinary caption:
The Dancing Princess. Twisting And Shaking Nightly... That's the life for Princess Chirin Amina-Roshin-Geylani who performs nightly in a Munich night club. Well known for her belly dancing, she earns $150. a night. The Princess is the estranged wife of Britain's Lord Moynihan.

I could find no information about her on Google, but had rather more luck finding the obituary for the third Lord Moynihan, who died in 1991. If, like me, you were an innocent on the subject of Lord Moynihan, prepare to have your mind blown. The Telegraph's beautifully sniffy elegy begins "The 3rd Lord Moynihan, who has died in Manila aged 55, provided, through his character and career, ample ammunition for critics of the herditary principle." And it just gets more appalled from there.

The photo they've selected from the Hulton/Getty archive with which to illustrate 'Tony's' in memoriam pretty much sums up the tone:

PS - as for the images of Princess Chirin herself, Corbis has snapped her providing a great example of why you should always get your costumes fitted.

Thursday, 21 October 2010

Alla Nazimova dances Wilde's 'Salome'

This is so beautiful and eerie. The Oscar Wilde Society recently staged a screening of this film in London:

Although this was filmed in 1923, it's hard to avoid noticing just how much of a fashion debt Debbie Harry et al seem to owe Nazimova's look here!

Sunday, 17 October 2010

A trip to Scotland

Weeks ago, I was in Edinburgh at the tail end of the Festival. Among the many cultural treats on offer was a jaunt to Hilary's Bazaar, where I bought this beautiful Baladi Scimitar:

Now all I have to do is learn how to dance with damn thing.

As a side note, there are rumblings that next year the Festival organisers are going to attempt the unenviable and seemingly impossible task of regulating the reviews that get posted as the event goes on. It is remarkable, as you wander the beautiful streets of Edinburgh, just how many shows have received five-star reviews and it's tricky - if you've gone with an open mind and a full wallet - to choose just what you'll go to.

Fortunately, some citizen critics have taken to those same streets to help you decide. Behold:

If you can't read the scrawl, it says "A hateful night of spiteful misogyny." This same guerrilla reviewer had been busy down Cowgate, where the same poster was emblazoned with the legend "Not funny. Don't go."

His show was called something really lame like Alcoholopocalypse. Sadly, the identity of this polarizing 'comedian' is lost to me in the mists of time, but if it helps I can narrow it down: I'm sure it's not Omid Djalili, Shazia Mirza, Jennifer Coolidge or Reginald D Hunter.

UPDATE 24/10/10: I have just remembered the name of his show was actually worse (and more offensive): "Alcoholocaust". Through the power of Googling that name I can tell you that he's an Aussie called Jim Jefferies. Frankly, if you willingly go off to a show called "Alcoholocaust" and then are not amused by the content, you should congratulate yourself on not being nearly as terrible a person as you thought you were.

Chickpea soup for the dancer's soul

I've been waiting since 1999 (the year I took up dancing) for this moment: oriental dance is being used to shill soup. This was the label on what I ate the other night:

I am not sure why the red lentils are naked though. Maybe it's a cultural thing.