Golden Gate Glamour: Paris of the West

Sandra Stillwell is AWFUL...for my bank account. Her recent Golden Gate Glamour convention provided a number of new outfits for our old gal Gene (and her pals). Anyone who knows Sandra already is aware of the high level of quality that is the hallmark of her conventions and ensembles, and this one was no different. Although I couldn't attend, believe me...I was watching her blog daily for photo updates! I was fortunate enough to snag two outfits (most were sold immediately), one of which is shown here. Based on a design by Lilli Ann (see photo #1), Paris of the West is modeled by Rich Girl Madra Lord.



You can tell it's a Sandra Stillwell ensemble; perfect fit, well-tailored, and SOOOO fashionable.



















To see if there are any outfits left to buy, be sure to check Sandra's sales page. Follow my Gene Marshall, Madra Lord, Zita Charles, Violet Waters, Trent Osborn, Poppy Parker, and other classic movie star doll updates on Twitter. See more Gene Marshall photos at my regular website.

Madra: Rich Girl, Pt. 1

Only one photo today as I am a little short on time and I don't want to post just any ol' crap here, especially since I really like this outfit for Madra Lord. This outfit is so Barbara Hutton! Yup...it seems like I have turned to the dark side and have begun allowing myself to collect the Jason Wu line as well as the Ashton Drake. I resisted for a long time, but the fashions are so well-tailored, the dolls are so much more poseable...oh my poor wallet. From the Script Excerpt:

Eden Vickers (Madra Lord), still dressed in the black and silver fox she was wearing for her appointment with Dr. Pettigrew, runs to Carlson’s cottage door. Sobbing, she knocks and the door opens. Standing there, with an almost heavenly light surrounding him, is Carlson the Gamekeeper (Paddy O’Stone). Eden falls into his arms, weeping.

CARLSON: Why, Miss Eden—what in the name of St. Derrick of Dublin are y'doin' here? You told me that you were going out with that doctor felluh—the one who’s treating your heart…

CUT TO CLOSE UP
Eden pulls back from Carlson’s shoulder, almost wincing in pain at the thought of her comflicting emotions.

EDEN: Oh, Carlson. You’ve been like a ather to me all these years. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I feel like any other woman…?

CUT TO MEDIUM SHOT
Carlson takes Eden by the shoulders and holds her at arms length.

CARLSON: Now, Miss Eden, I may be an old geezer for the Auld Sod, but you’re about the most womanly little mavourneen that ever these tired old eyes laid their gaze on.

EDEN: (with a little laugh through her tears) Oh, Carlson—I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.

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