Monday, 28 April 2014

A Vintage Vamp In York

This weekend I slipped into my Agent Provocateur underwear (my new 'Matilda' set, for those interested...!), pulled on some seamed stockings, wriggled into my vintage American 1950's dress and headed off over the Pennines to lovely York - yes, it was time once again for the York Festival Of Vintage, held, like last year's, at the racecourse.

It was another early start, as the intention was to be there before the event opened it's gates at 10.00am the best time to get the best parking - a girl doesn't like to walk too far in her heels in the rain!  We were lucky - the rain was just starting to come down, so I and my travelling companions managed to get under the covered entrance nice and early, which meant we were some of the first through the gates when they opened on schedule.

There were a few lovely vintage cars already on site - a good chance to snap a few photos before the crowds arrived later on.  I especially loved the red pick-up, but the steady rain meant that I had to cut short my car-viewing for the time being.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - York Festival Of Vintage 2014

It was great to get into the main hall before it filled up with visitors, as it gave a real opportunity to browse the stalls in relative peace.  As last year's, there was so much to look at, from vintage furniture (1950's to 1960's, predominantly), books and memorabilia and, of course, clothes.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - York Festival Of Vintage 2014

In truth, there isn't much else that I particularly need in terms of vintage attire, but you never know when you might see something special that just may be ideal for a photoshoot or to finish off an outfit, so it's still fun looking.  Despite all the lovely goodies on show, like last year I kept my spending to a minimum - mainly hot tea and some cookies.  Mmmmm...  I loved the Egg chair from the 1960's, in the photo above, but it was for display only, and probably wouldn't quite fit in my home or the car on the way back to Manchester - good reasons not to buy, as I may have blown my budget for the year on it.

By lunchtime the rain was heading off to the hills, and I took the opportunity to pop back outside to have a closer look at the assembled cars.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - York Festival Of Vintage 2014

I quickly decided that the little Austin Healey Sprite is possibly the cutest car ever.  The dark green one at York pulled a tiny but divine matching caravan - a similar combination to one I've seen at the Twinwood Festival.  I just don't see how you could get frustrated enough to be involved in a road-rage incident with one of these happy chappies.  Simply adorable.  The coach was also stunning, and gave an ideal opportunity for a little stocking tease....

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - York Festival Of Vintage 2014

The afternoon was spent with more browsing, and checking out some of the fashions shows - from the differing styles of fashion from the early 1940's to the late 1960's, wedding dresses and shows from some of the companies that were selling their wares at the event.

As home time approached, I wandered back, as ladies do sometimes, to one of the first stalls that I had visited that morning - a gorgeous Dior-style New Look coat (the style, not the shop!) was still for sale, and, having already tried it on for size, knew it fitted like a glove.  I tried it on one more time, and decided it was coming home with me.  A memento of the day, and one that will no doubt be worn with pride in Manchester's coldest months.

There was only one other thing that I'd have loved to take home and enjoy in my boudoir... a stunning dusky girl that was modelling in the wedding dress fashion show.  I think she'd have complemented my bedroom (and bed) perfectly...

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - York Festival Of Vintage 2014
This week's Picture Of The Week is from my visit to the event, taken late in the day when the sunshine, and a bit of stocking, made another appearance! 

Monday, 21 April 2014

Easter Treats

Easter Sunday... 6.15am as the sun is rising red in the east... and I'm stood in the middle of a forest in south Cheshire, naked except for a vintage gown and ankle boots, holding a rather large bunch of flowers.  How on earth did this happen...?

It started from one of those conversations you have with friends when travelling together.  Our destination in question on the previous day was also to south Cheshire - namely the lovely Oulton Park race track, to see some GT cars in action, prior to their big race on the Bank Holiday Monday.  It was an early enough start - being collected from Manchester at 7.45am meant I was out of bed for 6.30am - almost unheard of for a girl like me.  The weather was promising - after a glorious Good Friday, the sun was trying (in vain, it turned out) to burn the clouds away as we approached the circuit.

By 9.15am we had parked up, with a good view of Cascades, a tricky left-hand bend on the circuit that also gives a great view up across the highest point of the track.  Despite being well-prepared with a large hamper and cool-box full of food, it didn't stop us heading off towards the on-site restaurant 'Chequers' for a rather unhealthy fried breakfast and hot drinks.  Suitably 'fueled-up', we had a stroll around the pit area, already buzzing with noise and adrenaline.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Oulton Park

I managed to walk straight down through the main pit-area, too.  I was just wondering if I should be in the area, as there were no other members of the public around, only drivers, mechanics and associated race-crew, when a man, dressed in racing overalls, stepped in front of me.  "Oh-oh," I thought, "now I'll get kicked out of this bit."  No, he was one of the Aston Martin drivers and had watched me walk up (no doubt wondering who I was in my skin-tight trousers and leopard-print high heels!) and wanted to chat.  It was great to be able to have a long conversation with someone so involved in the sport, but I was very conscious not to outstay my welcome, so wished him all the best for his forth-coming race and made my way back to the public area where my friends had gathered, wondering where I had got to.

Whilst still not too busy, it was a good opportunity to have a look at couple of very nice cars parked up near the pits - an old Corvette, orange BMW and my particular favourite, a primrose yellow Porsche that was just stunning.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Oulton Park

I was lectured by the male members of the group that the BMW was the rarer car, but didn't care - the Porsche won it for me on looks alone.  We headed back to the car and shared some tea and coffee as the first of the GT3 cars hit the track for the first of their qualifying rounds.  They sounded fantastic, and I was amazed at how fast they took the sharp Cascades bend in comparison to the old vintage cars that I had seen the last time I was here.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Oulton Park

Along with the qualifying for the GT3 race, there were a few races in the Ginetta GT5 Challenge class, and the first race in the programme saw a 5-car crash at Cascades on the opening lap - so quick that it was over before I'd even picked up the camera.  It was certainly an exciting race - overtaking at every opportunity, and a world away from dull Formula 1.  We stayed at the circuit until mid-afternoon, and on the journey back began to talk about our plans for the rest of the Easter weekend.  It was at that point that I mentioned that I'd wished I'd done a Picture Of The Week to mark the festival.  An idea formed in my head of Eastre, the goddess of the ancient Pagan festival, adorned with blossoming flowers in a forest, under the light of the dawning of a new day.  Hmmmm," I thought, "I know it's leaving it a bit late, but I wonder if I could arrange something for tomorrow morning..."

So, a few phone calls later and I'm setting my alarm for... 4.00am!!!  It wouldn't be so bad, but it turned into a rather long Saturday night as, after 'dropping me off', my friends came in for one drink... which turned into another, then another... all the way until 11.00pm.

So, to Sunday morning, and my being stood, nearly naked, in a Cheshire beauty spot.  It was a race against time as we powered down the M6, as I wanted to catch the dawning sun in the photograph.  I was still making the head-dress as we headed into Cheshire!  We found our spot, hastily parked up and scampered into the forest.  I shrugged off my coat and panties and then the air hit me - the BBC website said it would be around 5 degrees centigrade, but it certainly felt colder stood in my boots and a cold, very thin satin gown.  "Oh well," I told myself, "no pain, no gain," very conscious that it was my idea that had dragged me and my reluctant photographer to this point.

The camera snapped away as the crimson sun reached into the forest.  It's a challenging thing, modelling and posing in nearly-nude-and-rude attire in a fairly public place.  You have an eye on any potential 'gate-crashers' into the photo-shoot, and an eye on your own pose and the scene you are trying to set.  It was definitely difficult to hold the pose on the soft ground beneath the trees (even in my little boots - stiletto heels would have not worked!), keep the long gown from trailing in the mud but pulled back enough to show my body, and hold a slippery bunch of flowers at the same time.  Had anyone stumbled across our little set I wouldn't have had any time to cover up - it all adds to the illicit excitement, I suppose.  I then disrobed, with only my boots and flowers to keep me from being entirely naked for the last few photos.  Suddenly, just as I was beginning to go slightly numb all over, the photographer announced 'job done' and we piled back into the car for a warm drive back to Manchester.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Eastre

The main picture I wanted is now on my Gallery page, this week's Picture Of The Week in large resolution - full colour, no effects added - and it was pretty much as I imagined it, with bright flowers and the Spring sun filtering through the trees.  This is the small version...

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Eastre

Along with most people, when I'm not working I like to be away from my working environment when I'm 'off duty', so it was strange to find myself back in Altrincham later that same day so I could visit friends at the little (but growing) vintage market at the town's Market Hall.  With Vintage Twists lined up to be there, (and loving a lot of their dresses and bags) I thought I'd pop along, show some support and possibly spend a bit of money.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Altrincham Vintage Market

I did manage to part with some money - a lovely little black shrug with leopard-print fur collar, and lots of goodies in the form of chocolates and brownies. Mmmmm... Easter treats.  I certainly felt like I'd earned it.

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Vintage To Fetish... Part Two

I remember a few years ago there used to be a little shop in Affleck's Palace called 'Vintage To Fetish'.  A great little place that sold some interesting fetish outfits as well as the occasional, well, vintage stuff (of course).  Last week's excursions to Cathouse Clothing and then the Nantwich Retro Revival made me think of it again - a little bit of latex and some lovely vintage stuff thrown in.

This week has followed in a very similar vein.  Firstly some lovely old friends that I hadn't seen for a while got in touch and told me they would be visiting Club Lash in Manchester on the Friday, and would I be going?  Now, I'm very aware that I made a promise to attend more fetish events if I could this year, having neglected the scene a bit last year, so thought Club Lash was overdue another visit.  The chance to catch up with old friends, too, on a Friday night was enough to get me sliding into my black latex leggings and red latex corset and tottering off to Lash.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Club Lash

It was the club's sixteenth birthday party, and I still remember visiting the very first night, when I didn't even live in Manchester and had to travel for hours to attend anything remotely rude.  Sixteen years ago it was held at a little bar (I can't remember the name now) in Manchester city centre, but I do remember walking in with a group of friends and hearing Bowie's 'Heroes' blasting through the speakers - a great welcome indeed.  I've followed it through it's great times (Cathedral Arches in Salford, especially) and had some truly memorable nights at the club - including one where the police arrived (fashionably late, of course, and it wasn't even a uniform theme that night) to interrupt the proceedings whilst it was at The Green Room in the city centre.  I recall I was in the midst of giving a certain chap a bit of a thrashing with a riding crop when I felt it snatched out of my hand - I turned to see the gent's lovely wife, who had been stood behind me, hastily hiding the implement as the police came through the door, whilst her kneeling hubby, 'P', struggled to desperately pull up his leather trousers - not easy when you've been sweating a bit in a hot and crowded club.  It was all a bit, well, 'Carry On...', but all the funnier for it.

These days, Club Lash is still a friendly, open club for anyone wishing to take their first steps on the dark-side, but like the fetish scene in general, seems to be waiting for a revival of it's own - a struggle now that the media and councils have become wise to stopping disgraceful adult-only activities.  I was quite intrigued to see what the club was like now, as the last time I attended was back in January last year.  I have to say it was still quite well attended, and one of the couples I bumped into on Friday was the very same couple from the infamous 'police party night'.

It was lovely to meet a few old and dear friends on the evening, but as much as it was great to chat, it wasn't long before I was ready to play a little and start, well, horsing around.  Borrowing 'P' again, (wanting to finish off what I had started all those years ago before the filth rudely interrupted) I and one of his gorgeous lady friends, 'A', made a passage through the watching crowd and trotted him over to a whipping bench to try out the equipment (courtesy of the excellent Roissy Workshops).  A bit of breaking in was required first - namely a little needle-play.  Nothing too arduous, but the chap did make an excellent pin-cushion once he'd got the bit between his teeth, and after putting up with our cross-firing needle-play was duly rewarded with some paddling across his backside that got him all lively and bucking.

A fabulous night, and I was surprised to find it was after 3.00am when we finally left the club - always the sign of a fun night.  It was nearly 4.00am when I finally crawled into bed, very tired and ready for a long sleep.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort -The Vintage Village, Stockport

Sunday morning saw me up bright and early, ready for a lift over to the other 'dark-side' - no, nothing fetish this time, but something waaay scarier..... Stockport.  Actually, that's a little unfair, as in the mid-morning sun Stockport's old town centre area looked quite lovely... in places - let's not get too carried away.  The reason I was venturing into the Land That Time Forgot was, rather appropriately, a vintage event - this time The Vintage Village at the rather lovely indoor market.

Although friends have been attending this for some time, this was my first visit, so wanted to look the part - that meant dressing in my vintage blue suit, heels and stockings.  The town centre was still pretty much deserted when we arrived (apart from a few dubious characters that looked like they'd wandered off the Shameless film set and were staggering around looking for the nearest Wetherspoons) and a thankfully-brief walk from the carpark through the old town took us straight to the Market Hall.

The plan was to meet up with a girlfriend, Amber, another escort and someone that I know, er, intimately, who also has a love of vintage style and glamour.  We had a lovely morning perusing the stalls and trying on the odd piece of clothing.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort -The Vintge Village, Stockport

As much as I enjoyed having a look around at all the stalls, I only came away with one thing - a gorgeous pale blue original 1950's alarm clock in full working order - I am sure it was a bargain at only £20.  I couldn't imagine a reason why anyone would want to part with it.

By lunchtime we'd checked out all the stalls and their various offerings, and it was time to leave Stockport, firstly for a late lunch in West Didsbury before heading back to the 'civilisation' that is Manchester city centre.  A lovely day and a lovely weekend, only ruined by one thing when I went to bed on Sunday night... that gorgeous pale blue 1950's alarm clock ticks so loudly that it actually stops me sleeping at all.  Now I know.  Bugger.

Monday, 7 April 2014

Weekend Plans

This weekend I've been out and about - mainly with the plan of spending some money on some of life's necessities. With Spring most definitely upon us (and Summer looming in the distance), it's time to start planning for the year ahead. 

First point of call, then, was Cathouse Clothing in Liversedge near Huddersfield.  I have a couple of events coming up this year that just demand, and I mean DEMAND, a new latex outfit - more specifically a new catsuit, in a colour other than black (which I have anyway of course).  One particular event that is coming up shortly (yes, I'm already excited about it) is going to need at least three or four different outfits.  Ooooooh!  It has now become paramount that I get my new catsuit ordered, and Caroline at Cathouse was more than helpful in getting all my measurements and ideas so that the new catsuit really will fit like a shiny, slinky and pervy second skin.  Mmmmmm!  No photos as yet, due to the fact that it's well... not made yet, but I'm sure there will be plenty to come.  I wonder if I need a new pair of high heels to go with it....

Anyway, that was early on Saturday, and Sunday was spent travelling in a totally different direction with a different theme.  This time, in the words of Thin Lizzy and Phil Lynott, I was heading 'Southbound' (I saw Black Star Riders play this at last year's Hard Rock Hell - brilliant) to Nantwich for this year's Vintage Fair.  I was there last year and picked up a couple of lovely dresses, and was looking forward to visiting it again.  With the day starting warm and sunny, I opted for my vintage navy summer suit with my new Agent Provocateur underwear beneath... finished off with stockings and heels, as always.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Nantwich Retro Revival Festival 2014

Once again held at Nantwich's lovely art deco-styled Civic Hall, the Retro Revival Festival is a great way to spend a quiet Sunday - as long as you don't mind looking through racks of suits, dresses and skirts for that perfect summer outfit or rummaging through suitcases of original vintage stockings to find the perfect pair to go with the new frock.  I manged to find two lovely new (errr... make that old) dresses, that will no doubt be worn as soon as the weather warms up.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Nantwich Retro Revival Festival 2014

Speaking of warmer weather, although it wasn't quite as sunny as last year's event, it was still nice enough to bring out a couple of old American and British vintage cars.  Next to all the bland modern cars in the Civic Hall carpark they really looked beautiful (yes, even that 'rat-rod' pick-up!) and... small.  Totally lovely, though, and I admire those dedicated souls that actually keep them on the road - I think I can change a vacuum-cleaner bag at best.

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Nantwich Retro Revival Festival 2014

 It was another great day, and I couldn't leave a place like the gorgeous Civic Hall without a gratuitous stocking-top picture for you...

Dexi Delite - Independent Escort - Nantwich Retro Revival Festival 2014

Roll on the Summer indeed!