The mystery of why six girls ended up on a beach in the middle of nowhere

The mystery of why six girls ended up on a beach together in the middle of nowhere …

MumptyStyle Six Girls on a BeachOn a warm, yet blustery summer’s day on one of New Zealand’s remote beaches, a very strange thing occurred …  six girls, from entirely separate worlds and entirely separate periods of time, ended up together on that beach – and none of them knew why they were there.  So to try and solve the mystery, they discussed with each other where they’d been and what they’d been doing prior to their unexpected meetup … 

The last Ruby Spice (furtherest on the left) remembers, she was hanging out at a milkbar with her friends – dancing, smoking, chasing boys and riding round in cars.  It was 1952 and she was having the time of her life; not least because the coolest guy in town had just confessed his undying devotion to her – although that did help!

On that particular day in 2016, Ruthita Venus (2nd from the left), had been practicing her hoola-hooping.  She was determined to become a “hooping megastar” and surprise her workmates at their upcoming Christmas function. She had just changed out of her hooping gear and was off to meet an ex-boyfriend to discuss custody of their pet pig, Clooney, when she disappeared.

Ms La Rue (aka Mumpty) (white petticoat) had been catapulted to the beach from her happy life in 1529.  A noblewoman of King Henry VIII’s court, Ms La Rue had been in the midst of being dressed by her maidservant and would under no circumstances have left her chamber in that state of undress had she had a choice in the matter.  She wasn’t even laced in properly, and her hair hadn’t been styled for goodness sake!

Dolly D’Ville (third from the right) was a mortician from London’s Whitechapel district – it was 1888 and she was on her way to collect the third of Jack the Ripper’s victims,  Elizabeth Stride, when she disappeared.  Dolly was particularly disturbed about her disappearance as she had been rather looking forward to seeing Jack’s latest work; she had learned a lot about human anatomy from him and it was a field she felt she was destined to be very, very good at.

Michelle (second from right) was plucked from her role as the life and soul of a party held at the home of  Billy Minsky, the King of Burlesque.  It was 1924 and Michelle, who was often known as Ms Tittle Tattle, had attended the party with Mae Dix, one of Minsky’s top burlesque performers.  They’d had a blast for a while demonstrating their tassel-twirling skills to the eager crowd, but Michelle had become bored of that and had wandered up to the mezannine floor to overlook the pool and cool off when she disappeared.

Miss Monique Sweet (furtherest on the right) was the only girl to have actually been on a beach when she disappeared.  A “flower child” of the 60’s; Miss Sweet lived in a house bus and travelled around California with her boyfriend – he earned money as a tattoo artist and she as a still-life model.  At the time of her disappearance, Miss Sweet was attending a beach party to celebrate being chosen for the cover of the Beach Boy’s latest album.

So what did these women have in common?  The only thing they could identify was that they were all burlesque girls.  And what bought them together that day?  It appears that a highly secretive, clandestine group of photographers from the year 2098 had chosen this eclectic group of women in order to take photographs for an exhibition.  Using 2098 technology, they chose their subjects based on certain physical, mental and social characteristics, and then tele-transported them to the remote beach via time warp. 

And what was the point of the exhibition?  Well thank you for asking.  The point of the exhibition was to demonstrate how women used to be – tall, short, slender, curvy, red-haired, blonde, green-eyed; brown-eyed; pale-skinned; olive-skinned.  You see, sadly in 2098, all women looked very much the same – technology was readily available that enabled them to “edit themselves” so as to meet the standards of the “perfect woman” – as defined by the media.  Subsequently, they were all tall, thin with glowing white smiles, long limbs and a tiny waist; long, thick hair and pert bottoms and breasts.  Sounds good in theory, right?  But there were murmerings of unrest; women wanted variety, they wanted to stand out and to look different; they wanted freckles and round tummies; they wanted to challenge the norm … 

This clandestine group of photographers had read about a long-forgotten and magical dance art known as burlesque and they wanted to know more.  They’d heard that these “burlesque women” celebrated their curves and didn’t try to edit them away or cover them up; in fact, they accentuated them and showed them off.  They wanted to see these exotic creatures in real life; to know more; and to photograph them …

What really happened?
A bunch of Glamilton’s burlesque girls met up with a group of photographers at Ruapuke Beach in Raglan, NZ and took crazy and beautiful photos!  Inevitably, the session ended with jazz hands!

Here are some more pics from that wonderful day on the beach …MumptyStyle Michelle_Sam

Dolly D’Ville and Ms Tittle Tattle dancing in the water!  Photo by David Rowe Photography.

MumptyStyle MonSweetMiss Monique Sweet – photo by Tom Martin.

MumpytStyle Ms Tittle TattleMs Tittle Tattle – photo by Tom Martin.

MumptyStyle MumptyMumpty – photo by Tom Martin.

MumptyStyle Ruby SpiceRuby Spice – photo by Tom Martin.

MumtpyStyle RuthitaRuthita Venus – photo by David Rowe Photography.

MumptyStyle Dolly D'VilleDolly D’Ville – photo by Dave Curran.

As you can see – it was a fab day!

Did you like my random story?  If so, you can find a couple more here and here.

Enjoy …

Mumpty

 

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