Archive | February, 2011

Adios Mad Men, hellooooo Boardwalk Empire…

24 Feb

If you’re still swooning over Don Draper and dressing up in circle skirts and cardi combos, I’m hear to tell you it’s over. I know, I know. Our relationship with Mad Men was a beautiful one. Any programme that makes you want to channel a housewife with an alcoholic adulterous husband has to be a little bit special.

But just as we were starting to kind of hope that the ‘a minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips’ adage was actually true (the only way to get the Christina Hendricks walk, surely), the fabulous fifties have been banished to the background as we go back further through the history books to an era of hard liquor, fast women and the wonder of Coco Chanel. Allow me to present you with your next obsession: the roaring twenties.

WATCH: Boardwalk Empire, Sky Atlantic

HBO’s latest super-slick drama is hyped to be the best thing since the Sopranos. Set during the Prohibition era in Atlantic City, the show is based on the dealings of real-life criminal bad-ass Nucky Thompson. But whilst it’s true that the gun-toting, booze-smuggling, face-smashing-in shenanigans of gangsters like Al Capone will keep the blokes entertained, I’ll be more interested in investigating the sociological implications of restriction and its emotional impact. And like, the sparkly dresses and stuff.  Yeah, mostly the dresses.

READ: The Paris Wife, by Paula McLain. Out 3 March, Little Brown

A fictional account of Ernest Hemingway’s relationship with his first wife Hadley, this is a brilliantly evocative tale of love, betrayal and ambition, set against the flamboyant background of Jazz Age Paris. When the couple marry and head to Paris, they’re thrown into the heady realms of bohemian Paris, spending their time in an absinthe-fuelled blur with writers like F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gertrude Stein and Ezra Pound. McLain’s research makes their world so real you can almost taste the bitter absinthe and smell the musky wafts of Chanel No.5.

DANCE: Prohibition, London

I know what you’re thinking. It’s all just too wonderful. If only HG Wells had pulled his finger out and you could whizz back to the land of tipsy twinkly girls and men with proper manly ‘taches and waistcoats. But a Prohibition party held in a top secret West End location is definitely the closest you’ll get to going back in time. Don your finest flapper gear and knock back plenty of liquor before trying your luck on the gambling tables and launching yourself into a Charleston in front of the live band. Tickets sell out faster than a bottle of bootlegged booze, so sign up for their emails to avoid missing out.

http://www.prohibition1920s.com/index.html

Obsessed yet? Much?