1930 – Easter Bunnies breed like rabbits – at Venice Beach




  1. And mere moments before there were but two inflatable rabbits…
    Imagine if it were not the Easter Bunny but, instead, the killer rabbit of Caerbannog! Scary! (possibly a slightly obscure reference, there) Where’s the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch when they need it? 🙂

  2. Oh Lord V
    The Dandy thought the rabbits were real for a moment and then, they are merely inflatable.
    Despite being a little let down, I am adore this shot and wonder why did we stop dressing children thus – I had hilarious grab as a child and it was such fun.
    So much better than being done up like a grown up from the get go!
    Yours ever
    The Perfumed Dandy

    • As a grown up I wouldn’t mind that little outfit with the suspenders and Peter Pan collar… Although, we did have a big discussion at Easter Lunch about when not dressing your age is no longer fun and funky – but just peculiar. I assert that when your neck gets… textured… it’s time to go a bit more conservative.

      • But surely the texturing if the neck merely calls for a different approach to not dressing one’s age… how about not dressing from one’s age in history?
        Nothing, surely, could disguise a distressed decolletage than a Jacobean ruff?!?
        When and if the time ever comes, perhaps The Kid would be kind enough to oblige!!
        Yours ever
        The Perfumed Dandy

      • Ah, the latest from the atelier is a long sleeved, long waisted, form fitted (I mean really form fitted), twisted like a double helix (some FANCY pattern making) black gauze (see through), boat neck, stretch jersey t-shirt. It looks marvelous on a sleek, broad shouldered, young man 😉

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