Now, apologies for our long stint of absence - we've been running around, wrapping up for the season, flailing around in capes and generally trying to hunt down all that killer Winter stock that you hungry lot seem to snaffle up like the Honey Monster fresh out of puffy-wheat rehab! [he's relapsed, whuich is a sad day for cereal cartoons everywhere - still, an addiction to honey can't be that bad. Unless your a bee.] On top of that, we've spent the week getting over that little throw-together, off the cuff wotsit of ours, the...
That's right folks, our debut Brudenell Boozaar took place last Monday and so we here at the Vintage Wardrobe wanted to give you the low-down and what we saw through our slightly-inebriated peepers...
Throwing out tunes bigger than the Dali moustache he was soon to don, resident DJ and wind-up merchant Arthur Pint manned the decks, laying down some big beats as the beers were a-flowin' and the night got a-goin'. With small stalls ranging from vintage get-ups, home-spun handycrafts, vinyls and art-yfacts, revellers were spoilt for choice without being foam-at-the-mouth, hair-pulling-out overwhelmed. As for the venue itself, weeks of the VW crew finger painting, art attacks and huffing and puffing like there's no tomorrow turned the Brudenell into a balloon-ladened, bunting-striped delight![for those of you who didn't make it, first of all FOR SHAME! and secondly, imagine a gymboree crosed with a community centre aaaand you're pretty much there!]
Before we get on to our four wunderbar bands that delighted our ears, lets not forget the pure, unadulterated sorcery that was cake-maker Rebecca and her Sugar Rose range- cocktail-themed cupcakes?! Sweet-treats you can eat through a straw?! Rebecca, we may not understand you but heck, do our tastebuds salute you! Pint in one hand and cake in t'other, it was down to our facial artisan Sophia Hill to plaster our mugs with all kinds of designs - from 'Savana' to 'dolphin' to the lesser-known request, 'The Sloth,' Sophia's steady hand and artistic flair left many a punter made-up [quite literally]
Wowzer! And finally, onto the bands. Kicking things off, we had the uber-infectious lyrics and melodies of Ben Peel and The Wool City Folk Club, giving out badges and A-grade banter for all to hear. Following the fur-wrapped bags of swagger came the incredible vocals of both Geraint John Jones and improv performer, trader, photographer and all-round good egg, Lucy Alexandra Howson. Jones' all-round musical talents left a boozy Brudenell crowd spellbound and Lucy's heroic spirit, panache and lyrical ability to match left them bewitched all over again. As the night drew shorter and vision began to blur, romany rockers Ols Moore and the Gypsy Dogs took to the stage to end the evening with an almighty bang, with red-raw vocals and weaving instruments whipping the Brudenell's browsers into a frenzy.
Well folks, that was it. Cakes were eaten, clothes were bought, shapes were thrown. And as those lights went on, we took stock of just HOW MANY balloons had been butchered at the hands of Mr. Arthur Pint and we saw the smiles on the last revellers faces, we knew, we just knew, we had done it. And so to all that came, performed, traded, served behind the bar, flyered, took a flyer, drew, designed, coloured in, finger-painted like a madman, blew up a balloon, wrote a blog [or wore an incredible bowtie - i'm looking at you ShangTing Peng!] or were involved in anyway, we say a big DANKE SCHON! You've made us THIS happy...
And so, until next time! Feel free to get in touch and let us know what amendments you'd like to make the Boozaar ALL-POWERFUL. As we often say on this blog [and in life] LONG MAY IT REIGN!
Lots of love,
A very happy VW x
PS Before we go, check out what was probably the biggest revelation of the night, Captain Crocs Crocodile March, circa 1989....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olfFocGLDz4
WEIRD!
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