Lupe Velez

I was watching an episode of Frasier the other morning before work, as you do and it was one of the early ones. Roz mention a little myth about the actress Lupe Velez, i had never heard of her before, it was about how she tried to remain as beautiful as possible when she killed herself, immaculate make-up, flowers, her hair perfect but when she came to take the sleeping pills she neglected to remember the previous nights spicy food and got up to vomit in the toilet and thats where she died, her ass in the air and her head in a toilet, not the perfect ending she wanted. I was really intrigued and wanted to know more about her; turns out she was a really enigmatic character whose finals hours weren’t quite as the legend makes it out to be.

Born in 1908 in Mexico, she caught her big break in the movie Sailors, Beware! with Laurel and Hardy and quickly progressed from short silent films onto all-talking picture Tiger Rose in 1929. She was often named the IT girl of the time, alongside the likes of Clara Bow, she was named The Mexican IT girl.

She soon found her niche in comedy, playing beautiful but volatile characters in such films as The Half-Naked Truth, Palooka, Strictly Dynamite and Laughing Boy.

Vélez, who nearing 30, had not become a major star was disappointed, so she left Hollywood for Broadway, but she soon returned to take part in the comedy Stardust. However it was her personal life that most interested Hollywood.

A five-year marriage to Johnny Weissmuller and a series of romances with figures like Gary Cooper, were highly publicised. However it was her suicide that made it into the urban legends of Hollywood. Like i said above, the legend has it she was found with her head in the toilet after vomiting up the sleeping pills and drowning herself; this story was first heard from Kenneth Anger in his book “Hollywood Babylon” but was later discredited when finally, some 60 years after her death, crime scene photos were found of her death, showing that actually, the legend was a load of crap and Lupe was as beautiful as ever when she died. Sorry Kenneth and Frasier, looks like you were wrong.élez


Some Home Truths

I’m afraid I’m going to bore you all with a few little home truths for myself because i think i need to hear it, and considering i don’t really like listening to other people i’m gonna write it down here so i can’t avoid it. sooo … if you don’t like reading depressive stuff, i’ll add a bunch of pretty pictures so you don’t have too 😀 .


I haven’t been on this blog for several months now, i feel i could make up a load of excuses and that would make it ok but i would just be just lying to myself so i don’t see the point. I originally made this blog for my costumes and anything historically related to fashion, as i’ve got older my priorities and interests have all changed, I still LOVE costumes and want to occasionally write about them but after completing my degree in  English Lit i’ve discovered where my real passion is, writing.

However, i’ve always struggled with everything i have ever done and i believe its because as a little girl i was always told (naming no names :D) i wasn’t really smart enough to do anything and i believed them. So in May when i graduated it was the biggest achievement ever, i could final prove to myself and others that i was capable of doing anything that i put an insane amount of effort into. But now that is over i’ve got myself back into a hole, I can hear all those horrid stories i was told when i was little and its affecting everything i do.


I know i’m not the only person out there with these kind of confidence issues and its really inspiring when you read all theses stories from people who really did start at the bottom and have now achieved something wonderful. But when your stuck in your little village in the corner of nowhere with nobody interesting to talk too, its hard to remember this (thought I should say I do have interesting people in my life, its just a bit boring when your partially deaf and can’t hear anyone :)).


So, the point of my little ramble is, I want to resurrect Patterns from History, not quite from the grave, but more like a 9 month coma, because my motivation apparently went with it, and by writing it on here I’m compelled to look at it whenever i’m on here and I’ve written it for the anyone to see, which apparently telling other people of your plans is a big helper in motivation.

I’m currently studying for my Masters Degree in English so i’m hoping everything on here will go nicely together. So the resurrection of Patterns from History begins with bright, sunny photo of one of my favourite places in Cornwall, Trelissick.