Thursday 30 August 2012

Thursday's Links have Far to Go


Far to Go: Coney Island Part I

Today's post is going to be about the infamous Coney Island of New York City. Now, I'm a big circus and carnival history buff, so my knowledge of Coney Island before researching for this post was based on only that aspect of the amusement park. And, my trip to New York at the end of September will be my first time actually visiting Coney Island, so I am by no means an expert on the theme park. But I've been doing my homework in anticipation for the visit, and there's some fascinating things I wanted to share.

Coney Island's history is a long and rich one, going back to the early beginnings of Manhattan in the late 1800s (most of the populated portion of New York City was called Manhattan at that time). Being the only beach in a city that would soon reach a population greater than it had places to house them, it became an escape from poor and gritty urban life, and was gaining popularity as quick as the people were flocking to the city. In the 1870s is when things really started to get rolling. It started with vendors who saw the beach as an opportunity. Not surprisingly, builders and investors started to take notice. Coney Island became home to three different theme parks - SteepleChase, Luna Park, and DreamLand. All were in competition to outdo each other in lights, technological advancements, and oddities. Natural law was frowned upon. What was sought after (and more importantly for the theme park owners, what drew in more money) was gravity-defying coasters, technological advances such as Edison's incandescent lights, and especially human 'deformity' or what appeared to Americans as primitive, uncivilized, perverse, and disfigured. The reasoning behind this surge of interest in the abnormal and defiant is simple - the late 1800s and the early 1900s was an era of population growth, poverty, and stagnation. Children were being born every minute of every day, faster than people were dying. And there was an influx of immigration, too. In 1860 1 in 4 people living in New York were Irish-born, having immigrated after the Great Irish Famine. There were too many mouths to feed. Nobody could afford to travel, nor were there convenient and cheap modes of travel at people's fingertips like there is today. A place within walking distance that had a sandy beach, cheap food, and cheaper thrills was a much needed escape, and escape they did. People began to call Coney Island 'the poor man's Riviera'. Most of the people who flocked to the Island had limited knowledge of other cultures, races, animals, and technological advancements. For people who couldn't travel, Coney Island brought far-away lands right to their door. It is hard for us to imagine, because even if we go see an exhibit we've never laid eyes on before, chances are we've seen it (or something like it) on television or we've read about it in books. But imagine having the opportunity to see something you've never heard of, never encountered through any means, not even through word-of-mouth. Tempting, isn't it? This was the irresistible draw to Coney Island. It fascinated, it freaked, and consequently, it flourished.

It's easy for us today to look down upon such lurid representations of human and cultural differences, but you can see where the desire to visit the Island came from. It's entirely possible that ultimately, Coney Island's exhibition of others actually helped foster progress and tolerance, not hinder it. Exhibits and theme parks like Coney Island served to educate and illuminate the public, ultimately leading to acceptance and appreciation of the subjects of the exhibits. Over time and exposure, curiosity and fear changed to empathy and understanding. It is also important to note that, as in most exhibitions such as carnivals and circuses, the 'human spectacles' served as a community and protection for those labeled as outcasts. They were outcasts, but they were outcasts together. They were exposed, but they were exposed within the protection of a makeshift family. This is not to say that the exhibit of people with differences was (or is) okay. But at the time, deformity was feared and maligned. They were rejected from a society which didn't understand them, and the only way to make that society understand was education and exposure. Circuses, carnivals, and theme parks served as a vehicle for this exposure, while offering these 'outcasts' a community of like-minded people to be around and protect them while they waited for an misinformed society to come to its senses. And it worked. Articles and commentary at the beginning of the era of 'freak shows' was terribly cruel and misguided. Slowly, people began to comment on the cruelty of displaying these people as exhibits. Commentary became social action, and social action became human rights and pervasive acceptance.

They were other horrors, of course, especially in the treatment of animals. For example. an elephant named Topsy was publicly electrocuted because she killed a man after he fed her a lit cigarette (Edison and his cronies were all too happy to exhibit their claim of the superiority of direct electrical current over alternating current for this disgusting display. They killed Topsy by misusing Tesla's alternating current in an attempt to shock people into denouncing Tesla's invention. Edison's men filmed the entire thing in a revolting example of what is now known as 'the War of Currents'. But I digress). But it is also important to note that many people who flocked to Coney Island had never seen an elephant, a bear, a giraffe, or any of the other animals shown at the theme parks (side note: it is believed that the first 'ApeWoman' to put on display at a circus before Julia Pastrana came onto the scene was actually an ape, but the con worked since nobody had ever seen an ape before). The fact that most people were horrified at Topsy's demise indicated an understanding and empathy toward these giants. Again, spectacle was becoming education and compassion.

Coney Island was responsible for a number of different advancements as well, even in health. For example, incubators for premature newborns were not yet accepted and permitted to be used within hospitals. A doctor by the name of Dr. Couney saw Coney Island as an opportunity to use neonatal incubators in an atmosphere that would fund it, even if it meant putting premature babies on display for all to see. In fact, the Coney Island Incubators were responsible for saving the lives of about 7500 premature babies.  Here again we see an example of the spectacle of deformity becoming a vehicle for acceptance.

People also flocked to Coney Island to see new advancements in industry and machinery. At its very beginning, Coney Island was built up on the cusp of the Industrial Age, and most people had never seen such machinery as the Ferris Wheel or an elevator in action. Imagine viewing a normal elevator as a ride today? It seems so commonplace that we take it for granted. People who came into the theme parks were confronted with machinery that would take them higher than they could have ever imagined a machine could do. The structures seemed to defy laws of gravity. Going to Coney Island was like stepping into another world, both in technological advancements and in the display of different cultures and animals. You can imagine how intoxicating this would be.

But then came the fires, the towering Manhattan skyline, and two world wars.

Several fires in the theme parks, as well as the emotional toll that two world wars took on America, led to a decline in the fervour and excitement that the Island used to evoke. It was still doing well in terms of population, especially due to the people who came just to dip their feet into the beach. But there were no more additions, no new incandescent lighting. Most people by then were fully integrated into the world of industry, and elevators were no longer a ride but merely a way to get from the bottom to the top of somewhere. Manhattan's tall structures and twinkling lights dwarfed Coney Island's attempts at being the biggest and brightest in New York. Today, Coney Island itself is still a tourist destination though only a few rides and attractions remain.

The demise of Coney Island is not so much a sad story as much as it is a unavoidable reality. The theme parks at Coney Island were funded by a people who were closed off from the rest of the world. Coney Island was a product of its time; it was built on an inevitable obsolescence. Its exhibitions and rides were based on naivety of the audience, a naivety which (for the most part) turned to understanding and acceptance. Travel, trading, expansion, and industry made the exhibits at Coney Island seem anachronistic. Ironically, ideas and inventions such as multiculturalism, incubators, animal rights, and understanding of difference and deformity became common and accepted in part by putting them on display as an exaggerated spectacle of the peculiar.

These amazing pictures (excluding the last two) of Coney Island in its heyday (c. 1903 - 1910) are part of the Shorpy Historical Photo Archive, and they're breathtaking. Prints are available for purchase at the Shorpy Archive.


Interior of a building in Dreamland

Dreamland in the twilight

A staged fire that would be put on several times a day. An eerie foreshadowing. They also used to stage war re-enactments of battles like the Boer War - that is, before WWI broke out. Another eerie foreshadowing.

Steeplechase Park

Luna Park

Bathers. Love the swimsuits on the dudes. 

Balmer's Baths. 

The clowns, the outcasts, the 'others'
Steeplechase Sideshow.  I wish this were a better quality photo- it looks like a fantastic image. (c.1930). Source

The SteepleChase fire of 1907, Charles Denson Archive


Well, folks, that's the short history of Coney Island. I will be posting a Part II of this, Coney Island as it is today, after I visit the park at the end of September, so stay tuned! 


Tuesday 28 August 2012

TUESDAY'S LINKS ARE FULL OF GRACE

Hello, Dear Readers!
It's been quite the busy past few days, especially for Call Her Alaska Vintage. Here's a sneak peek at what I've been up to...



I'm so excited. And so very grateful for my wonderful models, makeup artist, and of course, my photographer. More to come....



The Lost Generation

I've always been partial to 'The Lost Generation' when it comes to literature. Writers of post WWI were disillusioned with the exuberance and happiness of the materialistic, salacious, and bawdy jazz age that immediately followed a devastating war - a war which shattered the belief that good, virtuous character would be rewarded. Good men, strong men, either came home from the war shattered, broken, and hollow shells of their former selves, or they didn't come home at all. The roaring 1920s which rose out of the ashes seemed to them a dangerous façade, an illusion of contentment and happiness that was sure to implode into a million tiny fragments whose reach would know no end. A small group of writers in Paris, mainly Gertrude Stein, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Ernest Hemingway, reacted to this pretence of jubilation and fortitude by eschewing the florid, affected writing style of Victorian literature and writing searing satire or dispassionate, detached, stripped-down prose based on action instead of emotions. This literary movement was also happening west of Paris. In America, writers like TS Eliot and William Faulkner were writing poetry and novels like The Waste Land and The Sound and the Fury. The titles say it all.

I recently watched Woody Allen's movie Midnight in Paris, and fell in love. Nowhere had I actually seen the characters of the Lost Generation portrayed with such vividness and accuracy. Granted, sometimes their characteristics may have been a little affected for emphasis on their perspectives and dispositions, and sometimes the less than savoury aspects of their lives were downplayed (especially the intensely tumultuous relationship between F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald), but for the most part it gave me goosebumps to see what I imagined them to be coming to life onscreen. If you haven't seen it, you should. If only for the aesthetic of the 1920s jazz age in Paris (eeeep, swoon). And there are more than just literary legends evoked. Cole Porter, Pablo Picasso, Man Ray, and Josephine Baker also make appearances.


Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald c. 1921; The couple portrayed in Midnight in Paris. Wonderful likeness, no?



If I could travel to any place, during any time, 1920s Paris would be it. Le sigh....











That's all for today, Dear Readers!!

Friday 24 August 2012

LINKS TO PONDER WHILE I WANDER

Hello Dear Readers,
It's going to be a busy next few days for me, so I'm going to leave you all with a few tidbits to tide you over until Tuesday (at the latest). First, Dace and Dear Creatures have new collections out that are so lovely. Something very fanciful and spirited, yet erudite and academic about them, no? I can picture young professors wearing each and every piece in their beautiful collections.

Dace

 Dace's Fall 2012 Collection. See more here.


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Dear Creatures



Dear Creatures Autumn 2012 Collection. See more here


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Ace & Jig

The newest Ace & Jig collection reminds me of the baja hooodies we used to wear in the '90s (and yes, of course that link IS a picture of Dylan McKay wearing one. Who else?). And I want all of it.





See more of the collection here.


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Rifle Paper Co. 

Also, Rifle Paper Co. has a new 2013 calendar out, and it's stunning. I wants.


    

    

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Cats!!

Lastly, for your weekly procrastination link, I bring you cats. What's that, you say? There are cats on the internets??? Yes, yes there are! 
So, cats are A-holes; we all know that. We love them for it, but let's be honest here. Watch with sound, cuz the second video is a winner. 

Ok, have a good weekend, Dear Readers, and see you Tuesday! Next week will feature a two-parter on Coney Island. Stay tuned!!


Wednesday 22 August 2012

WEDNESDAY'S LINKS ARE FULL OF WOE

Happy Hump Day, Dear Readers!

Those of you who know me know my little obsession with miniatures. Dioramas, dollhouses, you name it. Mostly though, I'm drawn to the macabre when it comes to miniatures. I have no idea why. Perhaps it's because seeing catastrophe, despair, and struggle in such a minuscule form is a way for me to overcome my problems when it comes to dealing with hardship. Because truth be told, I break. I even break when I see someone that needs a cane to walk. And if someone breaks their eyeglasses? Instant puddle. So when something big happens in my little corner of the world, like a death or an illness, you can imagine how hard I take it. I crumble. I go numb. I dissasociate. I have hurt many people this way. I turn myself off, and I appear cold. Unfeeling. My brain does all sorts of weird things in the name of self-preservation. I think miniatures help me deal with this element of myself better. I think that small things depicting big, big tragedies allow me to feel the heaviness of tragedy without feeling like I cannot overcome it.

Lori Nix

I mentioned in a previous post the work of Lori Nix. Her dioramas depict tragedy, loss, natural disasters, and the forgotten. What I love about her work is that there is always an element of humour or lightness amidst the sadness. She creates these vignettes in painstaking detail and then takes haunting photographs of them. Here is an example of one of her photographs of her dioramas. I can't get over the talent and work that goes into making something so small in such detail. Keep in mind that her biggest work is a mere 182 centimetres in diameter, and that none of her photographs are digitally manipulated. I highly suggest clicking on each image to see the work in more detail.

Bounty, 2004. Lori Nix. 

Laundromat, 2008. Lori Nix. 

Sarah Anne Johnson, House on Fire

I remember years ago going to an art exhibit at the AGO (Art Gallery of Ontario) here in Toronto. I didn't see the entirety of the exhibition, because I spent my time trapped in one small room, peeking inside the windows of a horrific dollhouse. It was sheer madness, and it was brilliant. It was by an artist named Sarah Anne Johnson, part of an exhibition called House on Fire. From the AGO website:
In the 1950s, Sarah Anne Johnson’s maternal grandmother was an unsuspecting participant in a CIA research program. Seeking treatment for post-partum depression, she was subjected to a series of mind control experiments at the Allen Memorial Institute at McGill University, Montreal. In House on Fire, Johnson uses her artistic practice to explore this difficult history and begin to understand its effects on her family.
So powerful and moving. Some pictures of the exhibition (sources noted after photographs):













photo sources: here and here

That's all for today! Have a lovely Wednesday, Dear Readers!


Tuesday 21 August 2012

TUESDAY'S LINKS ARE FULL OF GRACE

So....I know I said I was going to start writing every second day instead of every day, but you know what? I don't like rules. Plus, I couldn't resist posting these as soon as possible. These iphone cases, put out by Condé Nast, are perhaps the sweetest cases in existence.

Am I right??? See more cases here.
Also, take a minute to check out my new addition to the blog at the right hand nav, called "What I'm...."

See you soon! xoxox




Monday 20 August 2012

MONDAY'S LINKS ARE FAIR OF FACE

Happy Monday everyone. Or Blue Monday, if Monday's aren't good for you, or if you just love New Order.
I'll admit that I think I bit off more than I can chew with this daily blogging business. Not because I don't love it or want to do it, but just because I need to collect material before posting, and I don't want to post links that I don't love just for the sake of posting links. So, I may start posting every other day, switching the day on, day off schedule so that it will go Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Sunday, then Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday. Reasonable? I think so.
I went to a good friend's wedding shower this weekend and fell in love with her cute, bright red, scalloped retro dress. She told me she got it at an online store called Shabby Apple. Now, forgive me if this store is as well known as other retro-style online stores such as ModCloth, but I'd really never heard of Shabby Apple before yesterday. I spent the rest of the weekend drooling over their lovely retro clothes, jewelry and accessories. And their prices are very reasonable, so you can get a dress from every era you love.  Here's a taste of some of their wares.

   


Ok, see you Wednesday, Dear Readers!

Sunday 19 August 2012

SUNDAY'S LINKS ARE BONNY AND BLITHE, GOOD AND GAY


Hello Dear Readers!!
It's already Sunday. I spent all yesterday sleeping and I am paying for it this morning. I feel like Frankenstein's Monster, if Dr. Frankenstein used parts from a sloth, a ham radio, and that macaroni luncheon meat.  
Anyhoo, here are Sunday's links, and Sunday's links are whimsical, hilarious, and just plain fun...
  • This video is hilarious. Leave it to Gotye himself to make the best Gotye cover song yet. 
  • Can't stop watching....wait for it...it gets better. Papaya, papaya, coconut banana. A serious WTF video that apparently is HUGE in Germany (which is not saying much, since so is David Hasselhoff) Warning: drug use is implied (though not in any detail).
  • This website tests out Pinterest's most popular and most repinned DIY pins. The results are often hilarious. Like this attempt at using bleach to make pastel jeans. The original pin:



And, the real-life result:


Have a good Sunday, folks!!