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September 14, 2019 September 14, 2019 Aziza Al-Tawil 1 Comment
Letter from the Editor:
Greetings everyone! I'm excited to bring back "Egyptian Chick Magazine" after a long hiatus and bring you some fresh and inspiring content. Our guest dancer who we profile along with her mother "Samira" and her daughter dancer "Elayssa." In fact, the "mother daughter" dynamic is also at play here in a remembrance of my own dancer mother Johanna and a favorite hat of hers.
On another topic there is an article I actually wrote about a year ago about the legalization of hemp and it's uses in "Ancient Egypt," etc. Think of this article as "better late than never." Also, we remember actress "style icon" Valerie Harper who passed away at age 80 last week.
There are a few shopping ideas at the end of the issue- some for lovers of "Turkish" coffee.
Hope everyone enjoys the end of Summer and is prepping for a beautiful Autumn season.
(Donations for the publication can be made at my "Artistic Fund" at this link: https://social.fund/pkbvqt/ )
Thank you, Aziza
My Mother and Her Spanish Hat
by Aziza Al-Tawil
The Iconic Ali McGraw in a Spanish style hat.
One of the many memories of my mother I was left with since her death was the way she loved her "Spanish Hat." My mother Johanna, before belly dance, had given her all not just to ballet but the study and professional performance of "Flamenco." (I would learn later that our Roma Gypsy ancestor had a similar fetish for a similar hat, only with the ball fringe around it-perhaps proving just how much we inherit some "feelings" from our forebears, the memory they say "DNA" carries). Johanna's Spanish hat was a favorite of hers that she wore quite often when I was growing up in NYC. By then it had been with her since probably at least the early to mid 1960's when hats were still "de rigueur" – in fact the decline of hat wearing amongst men was blamed on John F. Kennedy around the time Johanna probably purchased her big, dramatic "Spanish" chapeaaux.
A young Diana Rigg in one of these "Spanish Hats." My mother's had the taller "crown" like this one.
Despite JFK's effect on the Men's millinery industry, women's hats and gloves to a certain extent continued in popularity into the early 1970's with glove wearing fading first – hats seeming to have a little more "life" left in them being available rather "scattershot" even through the 1980's. I'll never forget though how, by the time I was a teen and we had left NYC for Charleston, WV., that hat of hers freaked me out. I was at an age where everything embarrasses you, you are worried about what everyone in school will think and that if you're too different you will be the "butt" of jokes.
The Ever cool madonna looking quite the "Gaucho" in this one.
I will say that Charleston, WV always had a reputation for finely dressed citizens and some very "swank" department stores like "Stone and Thomas" and "The Diamond." However, nothing prevented or balmed the horror I felt every time she put that hat on to go somewhere with me in public. (I already had classmates teasing me for wearing dresses, being a "Gypsy," and it was not uncommon for some lusty, awkward boys to paw at my clothes in the hallway breathlessly saying "Sexy" or "Silky" or "is that color wine?"
My Mother how I love to remember her: In a Paisley "Mini Dress" – here trying on hats at a K-Mart in Charleston, WV. This spanish looking hat is green Felt. Her black Spanish hat I was used to seeing her in was black and woven straw for summer.
Looking back, I think my mother and I should have been "Californians" if not "New Yorkers." From people I've been in contact with from there it seems like it might have been a more "eclectic vibe" than the one in Charleston, WV at the time. After I got out of school we headed for Boston and I started belly dancing again. My mother was still wearing hats when she felt like it from Boston, to Orlando next, then to North Carolina where she passed away in 2012. A couple of years ago, I returned to Charleston, WV where I've run into a few school friends. Two things have happened to me since I was a teen. Number one, I've forgiven the awkward boys that called me "Gypsy"- I want their hands to touch me again – the light flicker of a finger on my skirt – the burning of my blush as I turned away – I want us all to be young again – only not afraid. After all, I thought a "Pac Man" arcade across from the school was some kind of "den of iniquity" – me who grew up in nightclubs gyrating in bugle beads to the sounds of "Opa!" and "plate breaking." Just what did I think would happen in a room full of "joysticks?" One of the boys that used to chase me in the halls and try to kiss me died recently leaving a widow and little kids. Yes! I want us young again! Damn it! Tears now…(Oh, Chris, why did you have to die? Love you my friend….)
Then there is my mother. So many mothers leave us and when they do there is nothing to prepare us for this. Just nothing! When they are vibrant, creative, larger than life types it amazes us more. We thought they were "immortal" didn't we? The second thing to happen to me is that I would give anything on earth to see my mother in that damn "Spanish Hat" again – putting the final touches on herself before we headed out the door. I cry for one more time – one more chance even to be embarrassed by her. In fact, I guess I outright beg God to see her in the Spanish hat again and hear her say to me the running joke: "Ole Sabicas!" As I write this though – I feel the gentle touch of something else. Her spirit beside me – telling me that everything is alright. On the other side our spirits retain all that we loved and we never fear what others will say. Yes, the tears that started are starting to dry. She is right after all. As she always said, "Mother's are always right."
"Of Lace and Dreams": A California Dance Dynasty Keeps Traditions Alive
Samira and her line of "Lion in the Sun" Persian Lace
I recently had the joy of interviewing Jenza, a wonderful dancer from California with some wonderful memories to share about the world of dance she knew and how her mother was a catalyst for the journey.
Aziza: "I know your mother was in the belly dance scene and like many "mother/daughter" scenarios it was something great you shared together. Tell us what got your mother interested in the art form and how did she get started?"
Jenza: "My mother was looking for something to do, so a close friend urged her to go take belly dance with her……belly dance classes presented by the City of San Dimas in 1975. The instructor was very overweight, but moved like a gazelle – light as a feather. I think her name was Elaine, but I am not sure. She was impressed with the instructor, and immediately was hooked. She got me to join her in the winter session in late 1975. By then, she began making costumes. By the end of 1976 my mother had a troupe (of which I was a member), made the costumes, and we were involved in performing at the 1976 Centennial celebrations for the City of San Dimas. She did not become a professional dancer, but instead continued to dance with her troupe in local showcases, and became the best costume designer in the area. She went into business as Samira-Costume Maker. She designed Persian Lace costumes, highly embellished Afghani style dresses, and even beaded bra/belt sets. (she hated beading, but she was commissioned to do these and she did not want to refuse). Within another year my Mother was the national representative in the field for Lion in the Sun Persian Lace fabric, designed costumes for them, and traveled the USA to festivals and workshops to sell the fabric and her costumes. She was a mover and a shaker in the belly dance scene, becoming the first Vice President of the Middle Eastern Cabaret Dancer's Association in 1978."
Jenza and her lovely mother Samira, 1970's California.
Aziza: "Tell us what intrigued you the most about belly dancing and any memorable events or shows with your mother?"
Jenza: "Belly Dancing intrigued me because it felt "exotic" and "freeing" for me because I was painfully shy. I was performing after a year in my mother's troupe. My first solo performance, however, changed my direction and changed my life. It was in the Centennial Celebration put on by the City of San Dimas. I performed to "Inta Omri," though I wanted "Zaina" as first choice. The music was prerecorded by a friend from a record. I stepped out onto the stage shaking, terrified. Something changed, I found I craved the attention of the audience. It became exhilarating."
"Jenza" Circa 1978 Unknown Photographer
Aziza: "Tell me a little about your journey as a soloist, being in nightclubs. What were favorite clubs or music/musicians to work with? What was your favorite song to dance to?"
Jenza: "On October 3, 1977 I auditioned for a job at the Cascades in Anaheim, CA owned by Lou Shelby (who owned the Fez prior to this) I was paid for my audition and was hired for 3 nights a week. This was my first gig and lasted about 8 months. I was in heaven, the music was heaven, and Lou Shelby the best boss ever. He always sat down with me every so often to check in and make sure I was enjoying the job and to get to know me. He did this with every dancer. There was no one else like him. I can't remember all the musicians that were there, but I do remember dancing to John Bilezikjian for the first time at this club. And, the up and coming Aziz Khadra who often appeared with John, and made a few record albums of his own."
Mr. Lou Shelby decided to put together an ensemble show with some of the girls. I was only interested in solo work, so instead of just letting me go, he called up Van, (can't remember his last name) the owner of the 7th Veil and got me hired for a new gig. I began 3 nights at the 7th Veil in Hollywood, CA. in the summer of 1978 and my career exploded after that. The music there was fantastic but the most memorable thing I remembered was either in 1978 or 1979 the Middle Eastern music students from UCLA would come in to "jam" on Saturday nights for a month of so. IT WAS SO FANTASTIC…. Extra musicians/students with extraordinary talent joined the house musicians…..it was heaven on earth. I have never danced to such joyous music."
"One of the biggest influences I remember was Suhail Kaspar, a drummer who worked everywhere it seemed. I got to know his style so well and eventually could anticipate every thing he could throw at me. He had a reputation for quite a big ego and this was true. I got a taste of that ego one night as I came in to "Haji Babas" where we were working together. I walked past him and did not say hello. Later, during my show, he and the other musician's changed the pace and music to get back at me. He played something totally unknown with sudden changes in rhythm. I realized what they were doing and started laughing during the show…as I could not help it. I could keep up with everything and I surprised the hell out of him. He had respect for me ever after and I loved that."
Aziza: "As you went along in your dance life, looking back, who would you say were your biggest inspirations/influences in belly dance?"
Jenza: "I saw Bert Balladine and Tonya Chianis in performance when I was a student dancer. Later I attended workshops by each of them. Bert taught me how posture, gesture and the breath can bring power to a performance…adding drama to my own style. I loved Tonya's exuberant Turkish styling…lively and fun. I literally took years and years of classes from her. As for Delilah (of Seattle), she took my breath away. I saw her after I had been dancing for a couple of years. Her style was quintessential cabaret….with a heavy influence of Turkish. To me, she was a goddess. I wanted to dance like her so much. I learned floor work from her workshops. She was my top influence in my early professional years – and I don't want to forget, Marina of "The Itinerant Dancer." She taught folkloric styles to dancers from all over southern California. We all were influenced by her and her classes made us all better dancers."
Aziza: "In your area of the country did you notice the "dying out" of the club scene and if so how did it effect you?"
Jenza: "Yes, I did notice and was disturbed by the passing of an era. I danced professionally from 10-3-77 to 10/1994. The clubs began disappearing one by one until there were only a few left. I had to drive to another county to work by the 1990's (Orange county) and there was a larger population of Persians and Lebanese in Orange county it seemed."
Aziza: "And your daughter is carrying on the "tradition" I hear?"
Jenza: "My daughter began dancing at the age of 16. Her dance name was originally "Sa-Elayssa" which meant "with all her heart" in Romanesh according to her father ( a full blood Romani whose family came from Serbia and Russia). She later changed to name to just "Elayssa" both professionally and personally.
She was already very good by then, but came into her own in her 20's. She worked as a belly dancer and as a "go go dancer" in Hollywood, CA and as a belly dancer in San Francisco.. She reached a high level within the community. You can see her in many IAMED video's from the 90's and beyond. She danced with the famous troupe Yalail (Janaeni and Ansuya Rathor) for a time, went to India with them. She was the creative director for the troupe Desert Sin, a troupe that performed Fusion pieces. She topped off her career with her own troupe called Elysium Dance Theater of which she danced traditional, Persian folk dance, and Fusion.
I believe I already talked about my mother. She continued to make costumes even after the store "Lion in The Sun" closed down in the early 80's. During the 90's and the 2000's the gypsy skirt was popular. I saw a gorgeous full multilevel gypsy skirt at "Rakkasah" during that time period. My Mother was with me and said I know how to make that, lets make some. We made and sold many of those 12 yard monster skirts together.for about 10 years. I am retired now (though you never know, I might get into it again just for fun). My Mother is retired and 83 years old this year. My daughter retired from the dance to be a Mother and I am a proud grandmother of a beautiful 3 year old boy, Lucas. "
Hopefully for all of us, ""Jenza" and Family will continue to delight audiences for years to come – Aziza
Hemp Legal In U.S.: It's Uses in Ancient Egypt
Seshet from Luxor
There has been a lot of talk about the recent legalization of "hemp" and "marijuana" and the products derived from them. There has been a long history of hemp and cannabis in the Middle East. In fact, "Qanbes" the Hebrew word for "Cannabis" is mentioned as the word for "Hemp" in relation to clothing that was made from the fiber.
Cannabis pollen was found on the mummy of Rameses the II and all other Royal mummies.
Cannabis on "Papyrus."
The Goddess Seshat's symbol from ancient Egypt is a contextualized seven-leafed plant (she is a scribe, which means she is a magician).
The first ritual acts of temple building were accomplished by the pharaoh, who played the role of the creator deities. He was aided in this and related tasks by Seshat, goddess of measure, who helped him stretch the cord used to survey and orient the plot. Pyramid texts identify the plant used to make cord and rope as "smsm," the Egyptian word for hemp.
There are types of Cannabis that come in 5, 7, and 9 leaf varieties
It is known that cannabis was used recreationally during Nile-flood celebrations in the 12th Century, and that it was present in Egypt thousands of years before that found on the mummy of Rameses II (1275-1229 BC), and in the tomb of Akhenaten (1352-1336 BC).
Modern research shows that Egyptians used cannabis, and knew about its aphrodisiac properties. For example, experts at L'Oreal perfumes recently teamed up with the Centre for Research and Restoration of French Museums, and reconstructed "Kyphi" perfume, an aromatic mixture used by pharaohs to prolong their lives and enhance their sex drives. These perfume experts and Egyptian scholars told the media that one of the key ingredients of the Kyphi perfume was cannabis!
Dabke Dance-Learn Easy: https://egyptianchick.com/how-to-dance-dabke-with-samir-hasan-2/
Remembering "Rhoda": A Style Icon from the 1970s Has Left US
"Charming Childhood" – Young dancer Valerie harper in Cape with finger cymbals.
"RHODA," Valerie Harper, with that famous scarf, circa Season 1, 1974-1975.
Was terribly saddened to hear of the passing of Valerie Harper, the star of the quintessential 1970's New York sitcom "Rhoda." My mother Johanna met Valerie briefly when they marched together in the "women in communications" group in a street demonstration against the prevalence of "smut and crime" that proliferated in Mid-Town Manhattan at the time.
Valerie as "Rhoda" really rocking a peasant blouse look
For me, "Rhoda" represented the kind of woman I yearned to grow up to be. One bold enough to say what was on her mind yet feminine and still retaining a touch of vulnerability.
Valerie harper as Rhoda wearing a really cute 1970's style sweater with purples, Gold, and Black.
Rhoda's creativity in work as a "window dresser" and in her own personal style was also encouraging to those of us girls who embraced our "free spirit."
"Rhoda" with coin Necklace on a hilarious episode of the "Mary Tyler Moore Show" wherein she talks mary into going to a meeting of the "The Divorced People's Club" even though neither had ever been married.
God bless Valerie! She outlived the diagnosis given her a few years ago through will power and sheer "joie de vive." Any girl should be glad to have such role models.
With a somewhat "Rhoda" vibe, the author Aziza with a fancy "headwrap" before a "Kwaanza" drumming show a few years ago.
Some Exotic Gifts for Everyone
Whether you like belly dancing, or Turkish coffee even, you're bound to find something in Aziza's shop on "Red Bubble." The items featured below just "scratch the surface" – the same designs are available on up to 60 or so different products. Visit http://trashpunk.redbubble.com for more great ideas.
Lightweight sweatshirt- Men's and Women's "Turkish Coffee Lovers Gift" Idea!
Vintage Belly Dancer Johanna on Colorful Coasters
Egyptian Goodies at Amazon: https://egyptianchick.com/egyptian-goodies-at-amazon/
June 28, 2019 June 28, 2019 Aziza Al-Tawil 2 Comments
"Egyptian Chick Magazine" has been on "hiatus" for over a year now. We will be back soon with more exciting content. For now we are sharing some exciting news about an auction in New York this weekend of 2 "Orientalist" vases that were featured in our June 2016 Issue. Please enjoy reading about these vases (which seem to feature ladies of Old Damascus, one is even playing a tambourine!) and the artist below. Online bidding has begun and the auction is Sunday. It will be exciting to know if anyone from the world of belly dance will acquire these. (I included some info on past auctions). Love, Aziza
V. Peccatte: French "Orientalist" Porcelain Master Works at Auction Again
V. Peccatte Vases on Auction at Clarke Auction Gallery, New York Sunday June 30th
On Sunday, June 30th, Clarke Auction Gallery in Westchester, NY will once again auction off two vases (Lot 0122) by 19th century French artist V. Peccatte. Online bidding has already begun at https://www.liveauctioneers.com/catalog/144132_fine-art-jewelry-midcentury-antique-and-asian/?page=6 Starting bid $400 Estimate $800-$1000. Not much is known about this artist but he seems to have been active in the 3rd quarter of the 19th Century. His work appears to mostly be in "porcelain" with "Orientalist" art after some of the masters of that genre. Most of his work that survives today seems to be but a handful of vases.
From Auction at Christies London September 24, 2009 "A LARGE PAIR OF FRENCH ENAMELLED FAIENCE GOLD AND PLATINUM GROUND VASES
LATE 19TH CENTURY, SIGNED V. PECCATTE AFTER F. E. BERT(IER)
Each of baluster form, finely painted, printed, applied with foil and enamelled with a three-quarter length portrait of an exotic beauty holding either a tambourine or a fan, in a gilt scrollwork surround, the reverse with a monochromatic landscape, the sides with gilt paste panels of fruiting grapevine 35 in. (88.9 cm.) high (2) "
Estimate was 30,000-50,000 GBP Price Realized was: 37,250 GBP (In today's conversion rate $47, 295.58 U.S. Dollars)
On June 9, 2014 "A LARGE PAIR OF FRENCH FAIENCE YELLOW AND PLATINUM-GROUND VASES signed V. Peccatte" were auctioned off at Christies in New York at an event they dubbed "An Opulent Eye." The estimate was $15,000 to $20,000 U.S. Dollars and the price realized was $30,000. They were from "a florida estate."
Turkish Lady Plaque by V. Peccatte
From a December 5th 2014 at Weschler's in Washington DC "French porcelain plaque of a Turkish lady. (Estimate & Price Realized not available publicly).
V. Peccatte Vases "After Dubfe and Bertier"
"On Sunday, May 15th (2016) at Clarke Auction. A pair of exceptional ground and coralline decorated vases from the late 19th century have garnered the most pre-sale interest for a variety of reasons. Each urn paint is decorated on both sides and artist signed Peccatte, after Bertier, and the other also signed Pecatte, and after Dubfe. The artistic quality, the unusual coralline decoration and the good condition of each have added to the buzz. The pair will be presented on May 15th with high expectations surrounding an $8,000 to $12,000 estimate." ("ArtfixDaily")
The price "realized" at this auction was $42,000
To bid on the 2 small vases (Lot 0122) shown at top online here is the link (starting bid $400): https://www.liveauctioneers.com/catalog/144132_fine-art-jewelry-midcentury-antique-and-asian/?page=6
July 16, 2018 Aziza Al-Tawil
Hello From Aziza!
Aziza Al-Tawil and friends from "Drum 'n Fun" group entertain the masses gathered on "Capitol St." during Charleston West Virginia's "FestivAll" 2018. participants include Left to R, Ryan Davis, Sheila McEntee, Jim Lange, Aziza, Erica Olive, Al Peery, and Billy Jack Watkins.
Hope your Summer is going well. Hope to be back in August with a full length issue of "Egyptian Chick Magazine." Meanwhile, I've had a lot of things going on in my life. My mother had been a head majorette here in Charleston, WV and I had the distinct pleasure of "retracing" her old route when I belly danced and marched in the "FestivAll Art Parade" with the "Drum 'n Fun" group. We had a blast! I wore a special Gypsy costume I created and my little black and silver dance shoes were just right- I lasted the parade route without collapsing! I know my mother was smiling on me from heaven.
Just a brief message here to tell you that "Amazon Prime Day" is today and the deals are going to be amazing. Check out their deals (last year's biggest seller was a "slow cooker." I've never owned one myself.) You know I love their Egyptian style furniture, lamps and Mediterranean decor!
You are supporting "Egyptian Chick Magazine" by shopping through a link we post like this so please do. I would like to do more with the magazine and anything you do is appreciated. Thank you for reading and hope to see you in August!
"Amazon Prime Day July 16 2018"
May 15, 2018 Aziza Al-Tawil 2 Comments
The Magazine for women who love "the exotic" in life…
Well, hair coloring has come a long way since the ancient Egyptians used "lead" to darken their hair, and some others, like the Romans, used everything from earthworms, pickled leeches, and pigeon excrement as hair dyes. You are probably thinking "Thank God!" and you would be right. Although there are vastly different methods employed now there is one thing going on that has had several "revivals" throughout history: "Fantasy Hair Colors." The ancient Egyptians favored "blue" for wigs, as recently as the 1930's and 1960's there have been spurts of popularity. (All ages of women indulge in this at different times but I admit one of my favorite people to wear funky hair colors was "Mrs. Slocombe" on the British comedy "Are You Being Served").
The wonderful Mollie Sugden as "Mrs. Slocombe" on the classic British Comedy Show "Are You Being Served."
In this issue we're going to meet the latest stylist to take the coloring world by storm, Gina Forestieri. Gina is a fave in the "O.C." and Los Angeles area for her absolutely stunning hair coloring talents that can literally mimic the colors of gemstones to a "tee." Really, her work is no less than remarkable and that is why she is our "Artist of the Month" – because – after all – isn't hair styling an "Art?" Gina was featured on "The Style Network's" series "Split Ends" ("Gina Forestieri and Alexander Hernandez," Season 3).
Gina is our cover girl and we were fortunate to have her lovely mother belly dancer/artist Susanne Forestieri as our cover girl in April of 2016.
Sample ad photos for "Luminex" pastel hair dyes by "Rincage" in the 1930s.
Not living near Los Angeles, I was not able to get a "fantasy hair color" make-over from Gina so I took the plunge my self. I had tried out pink lipstick and an aquamarine eye shadow stick last summer – just to put a couple of streaks at the top of my then "platinum" hair. I thought it looked cool so I decided to go full throttle a few weeks back when I had a new costume ready. The results were interesting and very theatrical but not quite what I expected so I let the sort of "sea foam" green wash out.
Me, Aziza Al-Tawil, trying sort of a bright "Sea Foam" Green looking hair color. I think I would have liked Pink better.
Some temporary instant hair color in an aerosol can from "Napro" 1960's
My latest hair color? Not pastel at all just plain old Joan Jett "Black" – that shade of black that's really shiny and true – "blue black" with no warmth. Thinking of Joan Jett here! And, of course, Cher and Linda Rondstat too. (But what's to stop me from putting a pink streak in, of course?")
Joan Jett in a Fuschia top in the 1980's.
Also in this month's issue I explore the history of the image of the "Blackamoor" in pottery and jewelry. "Mystery Belly Dancer" is back too. Hope everyone had a great "Mother's Day" and you enjoy the issue.
Artist of the Month: L.A.'s Hair Stylist Extraordinaire Gina Forestieri Shows Her "True Colors"
"So don't be afraid to let them show…your "True Colors"…your "True Colors"…are beautiful…like a rainbow." – Cyndi Lauper
A beautiful pixie, Gina Forestieri brings magic to all her clients.
Our spotlight "Artist of the Month" is actually a lady who works in the medium of hair styling, which could definitely be described as a type of art, and if it wasn't she would certainly bring it validation as such through the sheer creativity she brings to her clients. Gina Forestieri was in no short supply as child growing up, with parents like visual artist painter Susanne Forestieri and musician Lou Forestieri. Her mother encouraged Gina to enjoy countless hours of creative expression through things like "dress up" time and in fact it was this subject matter-little girls playing dress-up-that led to Susanne's own recognition with a National Endowment for the Arts Prize in painting in 1992. Lou's piano and clients for his talents at composing and arranging no less left an impression as well. Besides hair styling and coloring, Gina, a fan of the mystical beauty of "elven forests" and the "paranormal" has also found a niche in creating whimsical miniatures. I was so lucky to catch with this fascinating and charming lady and ask her a few questions for our readers.
Gina and Handpainted Hair Extensions
Aziza: Gina, we grew up in New York together and it's great to see the creative baby I knew has grown into a creative woman as well. You decided to be a hair stylist – what led you to that path and tell us a little bit how you became one of the personalities on the reality show "Split Ends?"
Gina: Me and my old boss and a few of my co workers decided to try out for the show. We actually tried one year and didn't make it on and went back for season 3 and they picked us. The show was about swapping hairstylists in different salons so I was picked to swap and of course drama ensued.
Aziza: You are known as a "magical" expert "colorist"-down to being able to copy the look of various gemstones, etc and have done well during the "Fantasy Hair Color" craze. When we were kids, Tish and Snooky of "Manic Panic" seemed to lead the parade during the "Punk Era" in Manhattan. Do you think this last craze for unique hair colors came from the live action film they made based on the 1980's cartoon "Jem and the Holograms?" Or a renewed interest in "Unicorns" or "mermaids?" What is your take on what started the craze this time around?
Gina: I think everything comes back around at some point and with social media at our fingertips, people's creativity is endless. I think looking at pics of other people and there work inspires and drives stylists to do more and more. Also with everything that's been going on here and around the world I think people are just like "Fuck it! I want to be me and I don't care what others think!" Hair color technology has also grown so much, things are possible now that were not possible even 10 years ago.
Aziza: You are a native New Yorker and live on the West Coast now. Both of your parents were artists, a talented pianist for a father and a dancer and painter for a mother. Before deciding to be a hair stylist did you ever foray into their artistic mediums?
Gina: Seeing my parents struggle in the arts kind of made me want to go another route but undeniably it's in my DNA. I unfortunately didn't get any of my dad's musical talent other than just a love of music but I do like to sculpt and I am working getting some items up for sale on Etsy.
Gnome House Miniature by Gina
Aziza: You are a designer not just of hair but of crafts like charming miniatures and have a love of mystical things like Harry Potter. Let our readers know where they can view and purchase your wares.
Gina: As of now, I can do custom orders and have pictures of my art on Instagram @wintermagick.
Miniature egg drop soup and bowls by Gina Forestieri
Aziza:You love nature and take wonderful photos of the outdoors. You seem to be content. Are there any other dreams though you'd like to tackle and experience that you've not gotten to yet?
Gina: I am a happy person because I am selfish and always do what I love no matter what. You never know what the future holds but I want to buy a house, that is probably my biggest dream. SoCal is so expensive and it is nearly impossible around here! I also would love to move to the pacific north west because I loath hot weather but I couldn't fathom leaving all my wonderful clients I have here in the OC and LA and I do get people visiting me from all over. I am so lucky to have those people who support me!!
Miniature Fountain by Gina
!960's Belly Dance Club Men's Short Sleeve T-Shirt by nostalgiaamericana
Lost Racehorse of Pompeii
Mount Vesuvius erupted in 79 Ad. In May of 2018, researchers have excavated and found an ancient stable. There is preserved the last day in the life of a racehorse.
Remains of a thoroughbred racehorse found in May of 2018 at an excavation site in North Pompeii.
Mystery Belly Dancer From "Warrior Queen"
The Actress Sybil Danning made a career out of "exploitation" films, some of her most notable being during another round of popularity of "Sword and Sandal" flicks (also known as "Peplum" films because of that feature on the skirts of some of historic male characters, etc.) "Warrior Queen" has quite a bit of "sexploitation" (As did some of the "New Wave" post apocalyptic flicks of the 1980's) but is by no means "hardcore" porno. In fact, the violence that does occur in this film occasionally is not quite as gratuitous as in many films now.
While some of the film is offensive it really has a pretty good story and the acting, including the great Donald Pleasance in later years, is really quite good for this genre. It concerns the lives of various inhabitants of Pompeii right before Mount Vesuvius blows her proverbial "top." Somewhere in the action is a topless belly dancer with finger cymbals on. Don't know who she is or really if she is a real belly dancer but I offer up her image here as "Mystery Belly Dancer" of the month. (Hint: She could be Italian. It was filmed in Rome and environs).
Mystery Belly Dancer with Zil from "Warrior Queen" (1988)
Learn Dabke Line Dance with Samir Hassan
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The Fetishization of the Moors and It's Sicilian Origin
"Blackamoor" Brooch by Attilio Codognato studded with yellow and brown diamonds and rubies. Codagnato Jewelers have been an institution in Venice for over a century.
There was a bit of a row on December 17th, 2017 when Princess Michael of Kent showed up for a lunch meeting with Prince Harry's multi racial fiance' Meghan Markle. The controversy was caused by a turban wearing "Blackamoor" brooch. At issue was whether or not anything derogatory was meant by her wearing of the brooch on her coat or if it was just an antique "fashion statement," a vintage glamour piece to be admired. Princess Michael, the Queen's cousin, claims she's had the pin for years and wears it oft, and it had no relation to the "multi-racial" background of Harry's lady. So what is the story behind this kind of jewelry and what is the story behind the "Moorish" head vases I've seen also? Well, the stories are quite fanciful and not exactly what I expected.
A lovely version of a Moor head planter with Sub-Saharan African features accented with a stunning blue.
The Moors invaded Sicily in the 11th century and brought with them their culture from North Africa which included the art of "Majolica" and they quickly set about to teaching the locals the art of this pottery. The "Moorish Head" planter pot was soon seen atop gateposts and represented the fact that the "Moors" were "in charge" of everything on Sicily. Caltagirone, near Catania, is the city most famous for making these heads and "Al Halisa," now called "La Kalsa," is the district in Palermo where the fanciful story of their origin arose: A young lady was tending the flowers on her balcony when a handsome Moor stops below. A flirtation ensues that only ends a while later when the lady learns the Moor is married with children back in "the old country" and in retaliation she cuts off the head of the Saracen upon his next visit. Thinking his head should not go to waste she decides to use it as a "planter." A batch of Basil flourishes there and in turn inspires others to try the head vases for similar results.
Sicilian Head Vases that include a white and black version of a "Moor" and "The Lady."
Upon further research though, it's discovered that there are more than one version of the story that inspired people to seek fertility for their plants with these talisman vases.
Messina holds a celebration every year in Mid August celebrating the town's patron saint the "Virgin Mary." They also honor the original Pagan founders of the city and parade them in "Papier Mache' effigy. The original story goes that a very tall Moor named Hassan Ibn Hammar showed up in the region and with the help of fifty pirates plundered the area during the period where the area was resisting the Saracen invasions of 964 – 970 AC. During a raid he spotted a lovely girl named Marta ("Mata") the daughter of King Cossimo of Castellucio whom he fell in love with and wanted to marry. She wanted nothing of him, but through a turn of events during gambling, he won the right to marry her. She still took no interest in him romantically until he agreed to "follow Christ." After he made the transformation she proceeded to fall in love with him as he "beat his swords into plowshares" and became a farmer (Herein lies more connection with planting and fertility). Most residents have thought of "Mata" as the local version of the Greek heroine "Persephone" who was kidnapped by "Hades" the "King of the Underworld." Mata finally agreed to marry Hassan (his new Christian name "Grifone" means "big") and they became the first rulers of Messina. (It should be noted that when the Muslims ruled Sicily most of the inhabitants were Greek Byzantine Christians-therefore not surprising the Greek touches that survive like the use of "Medusa" on the Sicilian flag although some Greeks have attributed her origin to Berbers in North Africa).
A third tale tells of a noble family of Messina with a beautiful girl and three protective brothers. Written about by Boccaccio in his "Decameron" the story has the girl known as "Isabella" fall for a boy named Lorenzo. Her three brothers kill Lorenzo and bury his body in a secret place. Lorenzo comes to Isabella in a dream and divulges he was murdered and the location of his remains. In horror, Isabella goes to the site and after finding the body in a fit of grief cuts off Lorenzo's head. Back at her home she plants basil in it to disguise it and waters it with her tears.
The interesting thing to note about "Blackamoor" tchotchkes is that many depict them in the sense of a "ruler" or "nobleman" in turban and regal dress and do not always show them as "subservient." "Blackamoor" figures have also been depicted as dancers. As far as collector's of antiques and curiosities, these items will probably still hold some appeal to those interested in the "folklore" origins of these unique designs even as time goes on.
"Blackamoor" Belly Danci ng Couple Figurines
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The Last Time I Really Loved Fashion
Aziza Al-Tawil
Seeing a magazine clipping the other day, my heart really leapt and maybe even skipped a beat. What caused this reaction? Just a page showing Yves Saint Laurent models in a selection of his designs for Spring and Summer 1991. I was immediately taken back to that time – I was living in Florida and working my first fashion related jobs. I was "discovered" for my artistic talent and promoted to "Visual Merchandise Manager" from "Cashier." I embarked on that journey at a time when I really liked clothing and a childhood in NYC had prepped me for it as well. For me, in a way, that year or maybe the next was the "last gasp" of fashion before we sank into the "Seattle Grunge" movement, a much more dreary version of the "Granny" or "Prairie Look" – two other looks that have appeared now and then – perhaps memorably in a portion of the decade of the 1970's. The "Seattle Grunge" look spells sort of "time divider" for me. There was a portion of the 1990's that except for liking "Friends" and "Frasier" would be somewhat of a void in my life.
So what was so great about clothes around 1991? Well, for one, like a portion of of the 1980's, some really soft fabrics were in vogue like "Rayon." After a torturous period in the late 1960's through a part of the 1970's the itchy "Polyester" was "Queen" of clothing materials. Even "Nylon" was friendlier than that "bitch." I had been one of the rare youth who had hated blue jeans because they were so heavy and uncomfortable with their front zipper. As a dancer I wanted to be "free" so I liked it when cotton Lycra leggings had come into style in the late 1980's then around the early 1990's "Harem" pants and Rayon "Palazzo" pants. The other joy of this period were the neon colors of the 1980s, sometimes paired with the ever classy non-color "black."
So what did Yves Saint Laurent show us that Spring Season of 1991? Nothing less than a spectacular "Bakst" like extravaganza of harem pants, big chunky beads, tassels, "Fez" like and even "Coolie" hats of the finest materials, looks to turn the average resort goer into a vision of Anna Pavlova in her "Syrian Dance" – combine with floral wrap dresses and accouterments like capes and I can almost feel the ocean breezes.
I will always remember the freedom and artistic dreams that ended with the "grunge look" – when lumberjack flannel shirts and toboggans took over the world – and put a damper on everything. People are resilient though. The next bright spot was a "redux" of the big band era and the cute Summer "Sun Dress" made a return along with it. Things go in cycles, if we wait long enough things we love will come back in vogue – and if you're like me you kind of wear what you want to anyway!
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Somali Wedding Dance Revealed
The spirit moved me recently to check out exactly what the Somalian Wedding Dance looked like. In some ways, I can honestly say, it was not exactly what I expected and I was in store for some pleasant surprises as far as dance scholarship goes.
One surprise right off the bat is the beat: an almost American Indian beat – the kind that found it's way into Neal Young songs back in the 1960's and 70's. Then there were songs used with almost a "Reggae" type rhythm. The traditional dance supposedly involved the mixing of men and women and I observed some instances where a man joins in and is stomping and clapping and almost moving across the floor as if about to tap dance. The women gesture in front of themselves and gesture with their veil (It would be interesting to find out if the "veil" gesturing is only as old as "Islamic" wear influence or goes back to when some cultures had a veil anyway-to keep sand out of the eyes- etc. "Veils" in that sense predate Islam of course but I don't know if it does in Somalian clothing history. It's food for thought anyway and worthy of investigating.
More versions and steps I observed were jumping, foot stamping, and men spinning around on one leg. I did see instances where the togetherness of the bride and groom was still intact-no separation of the sexes. The videos I observed with the men present seemed to be a fuller "fleshed out" dance with more technique involved. (Perhaps the banning of men in this instance limits the presentation somewhat). There is also a joyous circling and clapping with all participants going around counter clockwise. Right now, until they disappear, there are some interesting videos on YouTube. Be sure to check them out.
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December 27, 2017 Aziza Al-Tawil
Hopefully, this Holiday Season finds you safe and warm with those you love and who love you. It's at this time of year we remind ourselves that "Peace on Earth" is a lofty and worthy goal for mankind, not just some "passe" or "snowflaky" idea as some today might want to portray it. We've come a long way since a generation of people really took a hard look at trying to achieve this "state" and some days it seems as if those times never happened.
Being of some Middle Eastern heritage I have seen the conflicts in that region from several different angles at different times and different stages of my life. I come from a very old family with many branches and even relatives from all three major faiths.
My niece through a half sister, recently received an "Olive Wood Cross" from the Holy Land from her Dad and my neighbor's sister recently asked me to design a necklace using one and she also gave me a cross that included a carved dove motif as a gift. I remember that it seemed odd to my neighbors that "Palestinians" made the crosses-that "Palestinians" who are "Christians" actually come from the first "Christians" in the area. The complexity of each religion jockeying for a fair shake in that society is no less than a headache at the least and a terrible tragedy at it's worst, and of course in the end we can't deny that of the "Three Main Faiths" the religion of the Hebrews ,"Judaism," is the oldest of all.
While my Middle Eastern heritage has been an incredible journey filled with song and dance and socializing, some of the deepest beliefs in my soul come from my "Native American" or "First People's" heritage through my mother. One saying, "You have to walk a mile in someone else's moccasins," coupled with a deep seated belief that no one can really "own the land" only God does and we are merely "stewards" of his creation seem to be more of a "bellwether" for my beliefs and conclusions. Therefore, I hope the people of the Middle East will take a look at each sides hardships and disappointments and find a way to share the land and prosper as equal citizens. In other words "Share the Moccasins and the Land."
Josie and her Jewelry
Josie Homonai is once again our cover model. In photos taken by her art teacher she models the "olive wood" cross from the Holy Land which was a gift from her father and also wears a selection of jewelry from India and Jordan. No matter what she is wearing Josie is a "charmer."
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Vintage Russian Christmas and New Year's Cards
Well maybe it's a bizarre time to show these, since we're unsure if our "election hack" and "collusion" problem with Russia will ever be brought to justice, but these gorgeous and amusing Christmas and New Year's cards from Russia's yesteryear are certainly worth a look. There was a time when "Dr. Zhivago" was my favorite epic and that snowy landscape only spelled "romance" for me. Today I would rather be in a bikini in Clearwater but – oh well – you understand! It's interesting to note the art work in some of the cards being related to their "space exploration" as these cards were from that era. Some of the other cards are much older.
Romantic Russian Christmas Card
Folkloric Russian Christmas Card
Vintage Russian Christmas card w/photo of family and tree.
Vintage Russian New Year's Card with Hedgehog and animal friends.
Russian New Year's Card w/children on the moon with bear
Russian New Year's card with "Space Boy" and Rockets
Vintage Russian New Year's Card w/ Santa on rocket ride with Cosmonaut
Jamila Salimpour: Some Thoughts on the Passing of a Belly Dance Legend
Artist's rendering of a young Jamila Salimpour in "Oriental "Garb" on the cover of a Yousef and his Baghdad Ensemble LP record.
Every now and then some individuals enter our realm bearing everything we need to accompany our journeys of self discovery. The time seems "ripe" for what they will impart and by doing so forever sketch themselves into a collective memory. When I heard Jamila Salimpour passed away a few weeks ago I was struck by several things. My immediate thoughts went to her daughter Suhaila-complete empathy-having been the daughter of a very dynamic and pioneering mother in the belly dance world also, whose death left me not only in grief but in a state of shock. "Larger than life" people are just like that: "Larger than life" so in my heart I knew that I could understand more than some what Suhaila was going through. She not only lost a mother but a dance teacher, a mentor, a friend on an intriguing journey through world cultures and the history of man. We became the women we are today because of our mothers. I know others in our realm have felt the same way including Serena's son Scott Wilson. What fabulous "world's" we grew up in! (In Scott's case he was fortunate to have a very supportive father, Rip Wilson, who was as enthused over belly dancing as Serena, so it just seemed natural that Scott would become a musician also. By contrast, Suhaila's father was against his wife and daughter dancing).
I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on Jamila Salimpour. It was in the late 1970's and my mother got a flyer from her longtime friend Ibrahim "Bobby" Farrah-there was a seminar somewhere, I believe it was at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas & Morocco was on the bill also – and I saw a dramatic close-up profile of Jamila with a stunning hairdo. My mother Johanna went back quite a ways with Bobby. When she first met him he was waiting tables in Washington, DC while attending college in P.A. He had wanted his love of his Arabic dance and Lebanese dance to be taken to another level but had been frustrated up until then with the business because NYC's famed Greektown (8th Ave. and 29th St.) at that time did not take male dancers. He told my mother Johanna that the exhibit of photos at the University of Pennsylvania of her dance company "Johanna's Oasis Ballet" had encouraged him to not give up – that her husband Turhan's important role in the company proved to Bobby once and for all that "A man could make it in this business!" After having a few dance partnerships with lovelies like Dahlena and Nadina in other cities Bobby Farrah found the key to success in NYC through his magical meeting with and artistic sponsorship by the famed tobacco heiress Doris Duke in 1971. Bobby Farrah could do what he dreamed which included a dance company ("Johanna's Oasis Ballet" had disbanded in 1966 with the break-up of her marriage to Turhan and NYC was ripe for more of this sort of thing), a magazine "Arabesque," and presentation of workshops and seminars across the country that furthered our wonderful art form of Middle Eastern Dance.
The lovely profile photo that I remembered as the first image I ever saw of Jamila.
Also, even though "Dance Magazine" had devoted some energy to the world of "ethnic dance" in general (Johanna was the first belly dancer from Greek Town NYC to appear in that publication, shortly thereafter Morocco, when she was in "I Had a Ball" with Richard Kiley and Buddy Hackett) Bobby Farrah took things a step further with "Arabesque" – bridging a divide that existed between the two coasts-East and West-so some of us were now becoming familiar with people we might never heard of before. Now, as the ethnic venues were dying out, the classes and seminars came to the forefront. Also, the West Coast seemed to get a boost for belly dancing through their "Renaissance Fair" circuit. Jamila Salimpour, a child of Sicilian parents with a father who was stationed in North Africa took to the outdoor festival scene with much aplomb – in fact, it did not hurt that she had been inspired as a young lady to literally "run off with the circus" – "Ringling Bros." no less – and that had to prepare her for creating the spectacle she did with "Bal Anat" the dance company she founded in 1969.
In the 2000's, when surfing the net became popular, I once more became aware of this fascinating woman.
I began to realize through a lot of reading what some of the cultural differences were between the East and West Coasts. California and it's warmth seemed to draw more of the "Hippie" type to the world of ethnic music presentation while even though Jamila had started herself in a nighclub scene, as things went along and the "North Beach" scene like many areas in the country was going "Topless" – Middle Eastern dancers and it's proponents learned to take this thing to the "country" – to the "Fair." In NYC we did have some block parties but not as many opportunities as the West Coast dancers were now seeing in the 1970's. Another talented free spirit from that coast, Dianne Webber, was not only a belly dancer but had actually been a model for Russ Meyer and nudist colony literature.
New York City to me had seemed more like a 1950's cocktail lounge type crowd – a tad more conservative for a much longer period of time. (I mentioned "Topless" dancing as a blow to the "Belly Dance Scene" but I should mention that the first serious threat came when "Go Go Dancing" came in to vogue – but I will never forget how shocked I was as a child to see that the "Britania" in Greektown, NYC had gone "topless.")
Not being too outdoorsy myself, my free spirited mother Johanna, like Jamila I guess, could damn well dance anywhere and feel at home. One time a thunderstorm broke out over the rooftop terrace of the Henry Hudson Hotel where we practiced and taught classes 24 stories high. Everyone one else ran inside. My mother stayed out there a bit, like a Greek Goddess commanding the clouds themselves, then she finally came in, soaking wet. When I danced outside one time in Charleston, WV, I guess I did well, but inside my head I was so terribly uptight it makes me feel silly now to look back at it. I was a teenager and actually for a while was embarrassed to be seen by other teens while in my oriental garb, and even more "mortified" when my Mom wore her black Spanish hat around town. However, I have such fond memories of being in import shops with Johanna and her wanting to try all the ethnic instruments and bells and clappers- just all the exotic things and their tones. So, as I read more about Jamila and Suhaila, I could definitely feel a "sympatico."
My mother Johanna and I by Kriegsmann NYC. I lost Johanna in 2012 so I feel Suhaila's pain.
I, like Suhaila, was blessed to be the child of a dynamic and artistic woman. The impact they had on us could never be under-estimated I'm sure. I learned I also shared a similar "entree" into the world of belly dance. Suhaila, like me, was not indoctrinated into the world of Oriental Dance through classes. As toddlers, Suhaila and I just simply saw our mother's performing and just got out there and showed off what we knew. Basically we just said, "Ta Da!" Of course, later I'm sure there was some coaching but to start with nothing but our own drive to "join the party." I thought of Jamila and Johanna as a bit of "kindred spirits" – the difference being with my mother, though she raised me primarily in NYC, never really wanted to plant down roots or establish a "territory" so therefore was not much in to teaching. When she retired from dancing "pro" she was just that "retired." (I have oft wondered what my life would have been like if we had less of the "Gypsy" in us and I just don't know).
So, while a Swami from India set up shop leading "Hare Krishna Chants" in Tompkins Square Park in the Village and founding a movement meant to help America's addicted and unhappy youth, through spirituality and free "Gulab Jamun" – a world away, on another shore, a woman arrived that inspired a generation of women searching for their own personal connection to the "divine." Jamila Salimpour was beloved by her students, and of course what she instilled in her daughter and grand daughter will never fade away. My advice to Suhaila is to not think of her mother as really gone, just passed to another form, the electricity of her spirit still charged in the ether. I'm sure we will all be together one day in that hafli in heaven and oh, how the bells will ring!
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Pulp Fiction: Some Fascinating Images of Belly Dancing from Days Past
Well, I sure would like to read these books!
Science Fiction Fantasy type belly dancer.
Belly dancer as "Gypsy" imagery.
Hippie era fun!
September 3, 2017 September 3, 2017 Aziza Al-Tawil
I recently did a short video show again for people from Kuwait. I had the pleasure of wearing a new creation of mine and it included a "Cape Veil" made out of some material I had in my collection for 20 years. I was very pleased with the results. The "Cape Veil" probably came into prominence around the 1980's. I personally never had one, I continued to use regular veils with the costumes my mother and I made. So I admit it was quite fun to finally have one of these. The fabric may or may not be "Persian Lace" but is a lovely pattern.
Thinking of Houston as I made my debut there when I was one year old. Been a "pro" ever since. Hopefully, people will take seriously the issue of "climate change" and stop shoving it "under the carpet." God bless everyone that was effected by "Hurricane Harvey."
Egyptian Black Seed Oil and it's Miracle Curative Properties
As a young girl in NYC, I remember how much I relished with excitement our trips to Brooklyn's "Atlantic Ave." If we weren't performing somewhere at night there were trips during the day the most exciting aspect of which was the smell of the spices in the big barrels outside the shops. The most delightful was the smell of cumin and "Falafel" was such a favorite because of that spice's domination thereof. In a way it was no surprise to learn as I grew older that these same wonderful spices had health properties as well.
I've always been interested in "Natural Health" because I was brought up that way with a mother that knew something about the Appalachians and herbal traditions. She descended from "First People's Indigenous" American tribes and was also interested in anything they used. Her own experience as a belly dancer who was around Greeks a lot led her to the main herbal treatment that really helped me when I had "hyperthyroid" disease and that was "Hymetis"-also known as "Sage" which I drank as a tea.
As far as "Black Seed" ("Nigella Sativa") – AKA "Black Cumin Seed" – it's a remarkable herb with amazing curative properties. Found in "Tutankhamen's Tomb," centuries later the prophet Mohammed said that it was "a remedy for all diseases except death." Christian and Islamic traditions consider it a "blessed oil" – in Arabic "Habbatul barakah, literally the "seed of blessing."
Analgesic (Pain-Killing)
Anti-Ulcer
Anti-Cholinergic
Ant-Hypertensive
Bronchodilator
Gluconeogenesis Inhibitor (Anti-Diabetic)
Hepatoprotective (Liver Protecting)
Hypotensive
Insulin Sensitizing
Interferon Inducer
Leukotriene Antagonist
Renoprotective (Kidney Protecting)
Tumor Necrosis Factor Alpha Inhibitor
In the modern time there have been many studies of the pharmacological properties of the "Black Seed." Many of the illnesses they say it cures or treats include the following: Type 2 Diabetes, Helicobacter Pylori Infection, Epilepsy, High Blood Pressure, Asthma, Acute Tonsillopharyngitis, Chemical Weapons Injury, Colon Cancer, MRSA, and Opiate Addiction.
"Vitalute" Organic Cold Pressed "Black Seed Oil."
Anyway, I've loved regular cumin for a long time in Middle Eastern cooking. It might be time to give this variety a try.
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"Lady Popular": a Fun Game from Bulgaria
Two characters from Lady Popular in front of a recent Egyptian Backdrop.
If you enjoyed paper dolls as a child then you would probably really dig "Lady Popular," an online dress-up game invented in Bulgaria several years ago. It was so "popular" they came up with an "International Edition." There are many "special events" within the game that enable players to get their hands on unique dress, backdrops for their characters, and even furniture for a multi-level apartment.You can even have cars and pets. So far there have been many chances to have components for dressing your doll in a belly dance costume including Carrie Fisher's sensational outfit from "Star Wars: The Return of the Jedi" (1983). I've had some nice experiences since I was asked by a lovely Bulgarian lady to join her club in "LP." I've met and chatted with a lot of cool ladies from around the world and we even mourned together when one of our ladies passed away at the young age of fifty three. We dressed all our ladies in black and then we all voted for our deceased friend to go to one of the podiums. The dear lady made it to the "top" posthumously and perhaps unlike some other things in the world proved that women really can have close, sisterly connections and not just "competitive" ones.
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Gifts from Cathy
Was pleasantly surprised when my neighbor gifted me with 2 interesting books about Egypt the other day. One was a "Scholastic" book about the country and the other was the autobiography of Jehan Sadat, a brave woman like Jackie Kennedy in that she saw her beloved husband Anwar Sadat assassinated in October of 1981.
The book reveals that Jehan had an English mother and an Egyptian father and was raised in Egypt. I remember so well the turbulent incident of her husband's death and all that it meant in the world to different people with different opinions on what the correct course should have been in the political realm over there.
Anyway, I look forward to reading the books!
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Rhythms for Belly Dance in the Golden Age of the Greek Taverna: A Simple Primer
Recent discussions with friends have given me pause to write an article about what the most popular rhythms were for belly dance in the "heyday" and how to understand how that influenced a person's "Act" or "Set." In the "Heyday" of the 1950's and 1960's in some cities the Greek Taverna dominated the "scene" as Greeks tended to have a very good knack for entertaining "The World"-not just themselves. Despite a lot of "bad blood" between so many people in the Near and Middle East the Greeks had a way of harnessing what made the people "alike" not different. Examples of this, for instance, was that the first song played by the band to kick off the evening was always a "Paso Doble." Some forms of "rhumba" were played to add a touch more "Latin" to the proceedings also, but the main fare of the evening highlighted the shared culture of Greeks, Turks, Armenians, Arabs, Jews, and various other ethnic groups like Albanians, Assyrians, Phoenicians, and just about any others you could think of who once called parts of "Asia Minor" their home.
New Yorks City's "8th Avenue and 29th Street" scene boasted an impressive array of nightclubs within just a small area. Nicknamed "Bouzoukee Blvd" – it exploded in popularity right after Melina Mercouri made her big splash in "Never on a Sunday." The song and the film were a worldwide hit and so the search for all things "Greek" was on.
The foreign stars from Athens, Istanbul, Cairo, and other famous hubs of belly dance culture flocked to NYC, Chicago, Boston, and other Metro areas. Besides a culture that had a wealth of "line dances" there was also a tradition of "belly dance" in several countries. If you were a belly dancer in Greektown you were trained in all the rhythms to play on Darbucky because you were expected the night you worked not just to dance once or twice but to sit on the bandstand all night and play percussion for the other dancers. In other words, on percussion, dancers were considered musicians also.
The main rhythms that were acknowledged as true "belly dance" rhythms-where you can really show your "stuff"- was "Tsifte Telli" (Turkish/Arabic Spelling "Cifte Telli") and "Arapiko" (Greek/Turkish for the rhythm known in Arabic as "Maksoum"). Now, you might ask, "What is the difference and why is one credited to an "ethnicity" namely the "Arab" and the other not?" Well, for one, it's the actual rhythm that tells the tale.
One group of people with a thought or two on Middle Eastern music from a "musician's standpoint" are, believe it or not, the "American Jazz Musician." Jazz musicians, with a heritage of their own coming out of a part of Africa, of course mixed with some other musical styles like American Indian, European, and even Gypsy, found themselves easily drawn to the mesmerizing rhythms of the world of belly dance. (Yes, in it's "heyday," many musicians like Dizzy Gillespie ("A Night in Tunisia") flocked to 8th Ave. and 29th St. to get some inspiration from the the great music going on there.
I remember when I was working with some Jazz musicians we had a conversation. They observed that a lot of Arabic music has rhythms where the accent is on the "Back Beat" and that Gypsy music as well as Turkish music tend to have more rhythms that accent the "Downbeat." In fact in Turkish some that come to mind right off are "Cifte Telli," "Karsilama," and "Laz" ("Laziko" in Greek)-no doubt if I really stop think of a lot more of their line dances, I would probably find more of that example. The "downbeat" on a traditional drum is the "Doum"- or center of the drum.
By contrast, many Arabic rhythms have the "accent" on the "Back Beat," (or the "Tek" which is the outer rim of the drum) one strong example is the "Maksoum," which we stated in previous sentences here was considered such an "Arabian Style" that in Greek/Turkish was called "Arapiko" – which in essence "dance of arabs," the same way "Hassapiko" is "The Butcher's Dance" in Greek, "Laziko" is "Dance of the Laz" people of the "Black Sea," In fact the dance of "Hassapiko Serviko" is the name of a "Hassapiko" with Serbian Balkan influences. (Speaking again of the "back beat" in Arabian music don't forget an old saying that Arabic belly dancers tended to dance "behind the beat").
The portion of these words that are "siko" or "iko" seem to be a "call to action"- as it means to "stand up" or "get up." For instance "chorepsi" or "horepsi" is the actual word for dance. But when "iko" or "siko" is present it's like saying "Get up and dance the butcher's dance with me" ("Hassapiko") or "Come on get up and let's dance like the Arabs ("Arapiko").
Also, I was interested to find out that a recent development has the Turkish word for Arab, namely "Arap," has been used by some younger Greeks as an "ethnic slur." Apparently, this has been the case since the war over "Cyprus" occurred with Turkey in the Summer of 1974, and by the 90's Greeks in large numbers were turning their backs on shared roots with Turks and Arabs-some Arabs being "Christian" does not seem to matter-it's as if they were lumped together with those dastardly "Ottomans." Not to mention that certain cultures started "de-romanticizing" the "Roma"-"the "Gypsies"- to the point that they just didn't want them to be themselves anymore. Turkey itself tore down their district "Sulekule" – itself the inspiration for many a Turkish song. Sadly, without "romance" our spirit dies and we're just another group of people that get turned on when the world gets too crowded.
So, keeping that in mind, there is some talk of not wanting to call the rhythm "Arapiko" that name anymore. My only problem with that personally is that it's basically saying "Arab" is a dirty word if it's spelled in the "Turkish Fashion" with a "P." As an artist who hates to stir the "cauldron" of hate over all this is a bad idea. I wouldn't let a handful of people dictate the change in meaning whether it's over "Cyprus" or "9/11." (Also intriguing are a small handful of other dances in different regions in Greece called an "Arapiko" which are not only not done to "Maksoum" they don't resemble each other at all-yet the question is: "Are they not related then to an Arab influence? If not, why then are they called "Arapikos" as well?" This provides food for thought. Two of the three dances in question feature just two men- one is a sword dance, the other a rather free form type dance, and the third almost a "mime piece" like something from ancient theatre.
Some interesting commentary on this latest development can be found on Shira's Website – notice some footnotes under the info about Stelios Kazantzidis and his song "Ehis Kormi Arapiko" visit the page on her site here Arapiko Footnotes on Shira's Site. (Shira is now assisted in Greek translations and Greek folklore by dancer Panayiota Bakis Mohieddin, the director of the "Arab Hellenic Folklore Institute" located in the Boston area. Another page with some Greek words translated are here Words for Dancers to Know in Greek.
As for the rhythms that were "not popular" in the hey day for belly dancing I can mention two "right off the bat" that were not. Along about the late 1970's to the late 1980's there seems to be a craze to "belly dance" to the fast "Hassapiko" or "Kasop" rhythm as an "opener" or "entrance" piece. Some cases of this seem to be "on purpose" and in some other instances it seems to be a drummer veering off from the "Malfouf" rhythms, a popular fast rhythm amongst the aforementioned belly dance rhythms. It definitely suits just certain portions of a show though. The fast "Hassapiko"/"Kasop" can certainly be done for a brief time in an act with the hopping steps but you sure as heck don't try to "belly dance" to it you would break a leg! Yet, I've seen video of some poor dancers trying to dance around to it as if they are about to have a heart attack. In the classic age, right before this you made fast entrances to fast "Cifte Telli" or "Fast Arapiko" (or you could enter "slow" for drama in your act-I always opened with "Miserlou" and entered with "mystery.") The craze for a "break neck" speed opening in a very "frantic" un-danceable fashion seems to lie with the "Modern Egyptian" craze.
One type of dance that fits pretty nicely into a belly dance act is a "Saidi" cane dance. It was not that popular in America until the 1980's I'd say but is not a bad choice as far as a rhythm goes. It is the second rhythm I can think of that was not that popular in the "heyday."
While "YouTube" is a wonderful source to watch many different dance styles from different eras the sad news is there is very little to show of the "Nightclub" or "Cabaret" show "set-up." A lot of old "Egyptian Films" are a joy to watch but they have a "tableau" that fits in with their "story line" and sometimes the male love interest is singing to the woman, or vice-versa, etc so you're not really seeing a five to seven part tempo change act.
Wonderful album by Nina Record Co. with a lovely painting of Greektown NYC dancer "Lucy" by Val Arms and K. Prentoulis. Lucy was of Cuban descent. This record has a great rendition of "Apose Pou Eho Kefia" which is an example of the "Maksoum" rhythm being called an "Arapiko" by Greeks.
Interesting back cover article of "Bring on the Bouzoukee"- not a "corny" description of the "Bouzoukee Scene," but a rather "apt" one being that it is approved by Val Arms of the Greek newspaper "The Atlantis" and the Greek "Nina" records head honcho George Valavanis. This was the second "Long Play" album by "Nina" the first being "Festival in Greece" – a huge hit – featuring the "Continental Tenor voice" of Nicos Tseperis.
The more you explore old records and read info about rhythms the more "savvy" you will get when listening to them yourselves. Even though many old records are labeled correctly once in a while you will find a mistake. One Greek record I have has labeled something more like a "rhumba" an "Arapiko." (Incidentally, The song "Miserlou" can be played to a rhumba rhythm quite nicely-it just sounds a bit different from the "Maksoum"/"Arapiko" because the "accents" are different. However, it does fit nicely).
If a belly dance was played to a particularly more Latin or French sounding rhythm it was said to be done in a more "Continental" style. A "Continental" style of playing was sometimes known quite well by the foreign musicians because, as stated before, they were well versed in "International" music and trends. One instrument that gave quite a bit of "Continental Flair" to Middle Eastern and Greek music was the accordion. (Interestingly enough, the people of India became fascinated with a similar instrument, the pump organ and it was adapted into a "portable" instrument called now the "Harmonium" because there was no use of tables at the time in Indian culture. This was around the 1860's, but many years later there was a bit of a backlash against the harmonium as not being "Indian" enough in origin for use in "folk music.")
I remember being amazed one time to see what had been I believe a very pricy "when new" keyboard by "Yamaha" that had the "Arapiko" beat on it's selection of "programmable" beats. (Talk about "International!"
As with any of my articles, take as "food for thought"- further research can be done. I'm sharing what I know from experience with music as a dancer and as a musician as well.
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Mystery Belly Dancer for September 2017
Graceful and lovely, it is hard to tell who this dancer was in "Honeymoon of Horror" (1964).
Well, despite the fact that belly dancers were really quite graceful demure beings compared to some other "exotic" acts of the era, they did hold enough "sensuality" to make their way into cinema fare known today as "sexploitation." As a "genre" it has intrigued people because who wouldn't want to "strip" a few layers away from a much more "prim" generation and see what they were really capable of. One such film, "Honeymoon of Horror" (1964) AKA "Orgy of the Golden Nudes," has a mystery belly dancer that is quite lovely in a party scene that boasts more outrageous fare (namely the "Golden Nude"- a human female version of the "Oscar" award statue).
Charming belly dancer from the "sexploitation" horror film "Honeymoon of Horror" (1964)
"Orgy of the Golden Nudes" playing in Pasadena at the same time as the mainstream film "Topkapi" which featured Melina Mercouri and another belly dancer, this time, in Turkey.
Our little belly dancer has beautiful graceful hands and appears to have her "zil" on the correct hands. Would love to know who she is. The writer of this flick is Alexander Panas. I'll say that's Greek and perhaps a reason to see a belly dancer in his script. I do know one thing. It's probably easier to decipher through IMDB the identity of the gal painted gold than it is to find out who our belly dancer is.
Alternate Title for "Honeymoon of Horror" (1964) was "Orgy of the Golden Nudes."
This year marks the 5th year without my mother Johanna who passed away in 2012 on her favorite holiday, "International Woman's Day" which occurs two days after my birthday on March 6th. On my birthday I had taken vintage Greek belly dance music to the nursing home and we had a little party. My favorite Greek singer, Rena Dalia, was on there, as well as Johnny Vulgaris whom my mother remembered working with well. Johanna had also worked at "The Britannia" nightclub in in Greektown, NYC with Rena Dalia. During my birthday at the bedside I told her "Those were great times." She replied to me with as much strength as she could muster, "THE BEST!"
Johanna Circa 1961
Happy Mother's day to every one out there. May the memories you have with your mother never die.
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Costuming: Ye Good Olde Coin Belt (and remedy for figure problems)
Well, the vintage belt with golden tone "Sun" discs with faces was going home with me for sure. Knew it the minute I saw it in the thrift shop that it was something I could really "go to town with" turning it into a belly dance costume piece. So I bought it. Then it took a while to strategize what to do with it.
The Vintage 1970's Gold Tone Sun Disc Belt that was reworked and embellished by Aziza Al-Tawil.
Number one I wanted something that would be adjustable. When my mother passed away a few years ago my depression packed on some pounds. I felt like I was shutting down and would perish myself. Unimaginable grief-similar though-to the grief when my half sister died in a car accident at age 35. Also, being "short waisted" added yet another challenge. The weight of a belt like this is daunting and how to keep it up when you really don't want to wear it "low" under your belly is an issue. So after a while-I figured it out.
An example of the belt being suspended down from the waist on a dancer from a vintage postcard Circa Early 20th Century.
The key was to get extra chain and come up with a "support" system that would be attached above at the actual waistline. The actual belly dance belt would be suspended beneath in the correct position where they usually are located (The sun discs are located at the back by the way-the chain length determines how it lays against the natural shape of my hips). A different belt also attaches on each side in the front and as you lose weight you can remove however many inches off equally from each side. This concept is not my own but can be seen in quite a few late 19th and early 20th century costume styles. I've posted a few examples here. I will say this belt looks gorgeous shimmering in the light. It would be most flattering to wear over black and have similar embellishments to the top part of the costume.
Another example of a Circa Early 2oth Century belly dance belt suspended from the waist. (This one appears to need a back though!).
The disc motif is often seen in vintage look belts and has been adopted by the "Tribal" style dancer in the modern age albeit mostly in "Silver Tone." The belt I made has turned out well and I can't wait to perform in it. Another look would be to wear it with mostly flesh tones like beige or pale gold fabrics so it all blends with the skin for one "long" line.
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Special Announcement: Aziza Al-Tawil is celebrating her first credit in the "Internet Movie Database" and her first speaking role in a feature length film as "The Psychic" in Joseph Anderson's "The Grave Caller." More details to come. To celebrate her feature film debut Aziza did a special photo shoot.
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Mystery Dancer in "Journey to Shiloh" 1968
"Journey to Shiloh" is an American film released in 1968. It starred James Caan, Michael Sarrazin, and an ensemble of some other men including the very young Harrison Ford and Jan Michael Vincent. Based on a novel by Will Henry (Heck Allen) the film concerns a group of young men and their adventures "en route" to joining up with the Confederate Army. During one scene at a saloon hall we are treated to a quite nice performance by a mystery dancer who even does some dramatic floor work. She looks very familiar to me but I cannot place her – can you?
The mystery dancer, from the saloon hall scene in "Journey to Shiloh" (1968)
Egyptian Chick Magazine April 2017
April 7, 2017 April 8, 2017 Aziza Al-Tawil
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When I first conceived this magazine and named it, I remember thinking that I wanted it to be for the woman who is very eclectic in taste, very intellectual, and very interested in the vast mysteries of our universe. The kind of lady that shows her interest in the world through her own personal style with clothing and jewelry perhaps, and is the kind of person that travels or would if she could, to exotic ports of call. She's also the kind of woman that gets excited when they say they have found a new tomb in Egypt or is outraged and disappointed to hear that pollution is destroying the "Parthenon." She loves a good "ancient mystery" too.
Having said that, I can think of no better person to profile this month than the late Jan Gallione, "belly dance enthusiast," searcher of "Eastern Philosophies," preserver of "Indian Burial Mounds," and acclaimed artist in her own right. I hope everyone enjoys my memories of Jan. What readers may also be struck by was the "love story" between she and her husband the British Artist Adrian Frost and the tenderness between them on the journey of their "self expression." April is "National Poetry Month" and that is also apropos as Jan and Adrian were always "poets" as well as "artists."
Also, please enjoy my poem, "If Only" and a piece of art from my youth.
I'm also happy to share a few smiles from "Team Egyptian Chick Magazine" at the 8th Annual Bowl-A-Thon for the New Hope Animal Rescue Chapter in WV. Included is a link so concerned individuals can donate " even now.
"The Body Electric" – Remembering the Artist and Friend Jan Gallione
By Aziza Al-Tawil (Article was amended on April 8th by this Author. I had another wonderful memory to share!)
I will never forget that day on 57th Street in Manhattan when my belly dance pupil and friend Jan Gallione came up out of the subway there by the Coliseum Bookstore and rushed toward me with concern. I believe I was wearing vintage clothing that day. I had loved MGM musicals and had spent the last couple of years as a member of the Carnegie Hall Cinema and had let this carry over into my private life-taken to wearing bobby socks and saddle shoes, cute retro dresses and a sailor hat-not a soft folder upper type sailor hat but one made of straw that stayed in one shape.
This sweet young woman, about 9 years my senior, placed fifty dollars in my soon to be 14 year old hands and hugged me. She had responded when I told her that my mother and I were leaving New York City in a hurry as my mother's battle with a recent bout of "Narcolepsy" sleeping sickness had abated and her bid to "Home School" me was now a lost cause as far as her bitter foe the "New York City School System" was concerned. My grandmother had sent us six hundred or so dollars for train tickets and to ship the contents of our small studio apartment to Charleston, WV. We were broke. Jan's fifty was much needed. That smile of hers was welcome as well!
Looking back, I realize that Jan and I were standing in the "heart" of NYC, the neighborhood that I grew up in and held dear. Right there we stood at the corner of Broadway and 57th St. and not too far away was Mariella's Pizza Place, The Carnegie Hall Cinema, the Museum of Modern Art, The Bombay Cinema, The Donnell Library-so many places that I used to hang out. It was just unfathomable to me that in just a few short days-or perhaps hours, I would be leaving my birthplace and home for good and leaving behind my good friend Jan.
Jan and I went into the Coliseum Bookstore to look around a little. She went to one section and I to another. In my sadness I picked out one souvenir of New York, something so I would never forget where I came from: The softcover edition of "The Films of John Garfield." Then we met outside where we waved to each other goodbye as Jan descended into the NYC subway clad in a jacket over an "India" blouse and blue jeans which was about her signature look during the time I knew her. I turned and hurried back home-"West" on Fifty Seventh Street to our apartment building, "The Henry Hudson Hotel." I would see the last of my sunsets over New Jersey.
When my mother and her husband arrived to live in NYC permanently in 1955, just ahead of them, having made the move a year or two before, was their fellow dancer friend from Charleston, WV Doris Rose. Doris had been in the Helen Cox Schrader dance troupe with Bill and Johanna and had been a part of an adagio team herself. A former strong man bodybuilder who was not too much of a dancer was her partner, hoisting her high in the air. Doris was a beautiful girl of French and Indian extraction who was from up the "Coal River" in WV. One time the entire Schrader troupe had performed a piece called "Jungle Drums" and everyone had worn leopard print outfits. They dubbed Doris "The Wild Woman of Coal River" with her dark snappy eyes and dark hair. Doris was a wonderful dancer but unfortunately had an early start to a problem with her hearing that grew gradually worse over the years.
My mother Johanna and her Friend Doris Rose-"Jungle Drums" number, late 1940's Charleston, WV
By the time Bill and Johanna arrived to NYC, Doris was pursuing a modeling career and was dating an Englishman named Michael. They all had a joyous re-union and then oft were off to see "the sights" together like Broadway, museums and "The Cloisters." Unfortunately, Doris, despite her great beauty and figure, was a trifle short for "high fashion" modeling which even then was a bit reserved for fairly tall women and Doris was more "medium" height. She did model on some "Detective" magazines as the glamorous woman in peril screaming at an unseen "assailant" (Doris herself was "assailed" one time when a strange man ran up behind her coming up out of the subway but managed to get away-like many women of West Virginia, she was not only beautiful but strong).
Not too long after Bill and Johanna moved to NYC as their permanent residence, Doris met lawyer John Gallione and married him. She still had creative pursuits and interests but was now mostly "settled down" and together they had three daughters: Gail, Jan, and Joy. Gail had an interest in the "performing arts" and Jan had an interest in the "visual arts" primarily.
Doris posed for her daughter Jan Gallione for this colorful painting.
I remember getting to know my mother's old dance friend Doris during my childhood. She was still married to John and still living in the East Village. Doris was a very spiritual person at that time having gotten heavily into "yoga" and going to "Ashram Retreats" in the mountains. In fact it was Dori Gallione that had introduced us to a new sensation called frozen yogurt (at least it was new to us!). We used to meet for lunch all over town, have a cottage cheese and fruit plate at one of the department store cafes like "Bergdorf Goodman" or "Gimbels," and of course there were trips to "The Village" to a "Vegetarian Fast Food" joint. Dori in fact would have been a vegetarian like the "Yogis" recommended if it weren't for her hubby I recall her telling us. All the yoga and her past dance experience gave Dori her slim and strong physique which was often in a jumpsuit with a drape over top like something out of "Halston's" latest collection. She was always stunning and tan and healthy looking for her age.
Jan had just finished "The High School of Art and Design" and had a few years under her belt at "Fashion Institute of Technology" when she decided to take belly dance classes from my mother Johanna and I when we were living at "The Henry Hudson Hotel." This was a truly fun time because we had been holding classes on the 24th floor roof when the weather permitted-and sometimes when not! I can remember my "earth mother" Johanna getting excited by impending storms and continuing to dance on the roof terrace even as the skies darkened, the wind whipped, and the rain came tumbling down. Then, with great exuberance she would finally return inside the hotel hallway laughing for joy.
Jan was a true delight from the minute she showed up at our studio apartment there at the "Henry Hudson." As I said, Jan liked "India print" cottons, and also wore sandals a lot. This was a divine period in NYC history when you could buy neat things from street vendors like colorful "wrap skirts" from India and "Mary Janes" and "Annie Hall" shoes from China. The city had a special vibe at this time, even though in reality, the city was just not the same glorious city that old friends Doris, Johanna, and Bill had moved to in the 1950's. Back then, New York was overall very safe, and very classy. Jan and I were growing up in an era that was to be known as very "dicey."
I was mature for my age at about twelve so Jan almost felt like a "peer" and treated me more like one. When she wasn't at our apartment or on the roof taking lessons, she and I would sometimes meet up and go to cultural events when my mother was too busy with her other work to go. I remember one time Jan and I went to support the new "Alpar Center" in Manhattan opened by Farhat and Alexandria Alpar and Ozel Turkbas. It was a special show of Northern Indian dances by Najma Ayashah. Najma was a striking and beautiful performer, filled with incredible grace. One of her dances represented the Northern Indian "Gypsy" and she used a tambourine. Her outfit, if I recall correctly had white, hot pink, and green throughout. She wore a head veil.
Najmah Ayashah, Indian Dancer
I have a funny memory of running into Jan at the "Carnegie Hall Cinema" where I was a member. She was on a date with someone and we cried out to each other before the lights went down and the movie "Arthur" with Dudley Moore and Liza Minnelli began. I remember that the movie was turned up too loud and that, coupled with his accent, I could not understand hardly one word Dudley Moore uttered as the drunken millionaire!
Another time I remember Jan's excitement at the impending "Simon and Garfunkel Reunion Concert" which she and her friends were going to attend in Central Park and that I was disappointed when I could not really "invite" myself to this historic event. (My mother and I had attended many free performances of the Metropolitan Opera in "The Sheep Meadow" and I wondered why this would be any different.) This was the one time that our age difference seemed to matter. While I was good friends with Jan, and my mother and I were both mentoring her belly dance journey, I was still too young to run around at night with Jan and her friends from the Fashion Institute of Technology). I would not see the famous concert until PBS aired it about 20 years later!
Belly dancing was getting to be a sparse affair at that time in New York since "Greektown" on 8th Avenue had shut down completely leaving only a couple of places in a few spots around the city's boroughs to perform. Jan had gotten me a modeling gig for her and fellow "Art Students League Students." I posed in my red bugle beaded costume and some of the artists had showings in SoHo that included the painting of me. It was interesting to see how different artists perceived me.
Jan and her graduating class also held a Middle Eastern Fashion Show and Performance with my mother Johanna and I at the Fashion Institute of Technology. Jan took some striking black and white photos of me in costume.
After months on and off of private tutoring Jan in the art of belly dance it would come to pass that I would never see her again. The sad day she brought me money and went down into the subway was the last time we would ever see each other.
Actually, Jan's generosity, and her mother's as well, was nothing new. West Virginia folk are used to sharing "hand me downs" as they know kids grow "like weeds" and it's hard to keep up with the demand. When Jan brought me clothes from she and her two sisters one time I was so excited I could barely contain myself. They were beautiful! One dress I dubbed my "Leslie Caron Dress." I loved old movies and had loved the dancer Leslie Caron's films including my favorite "Daddy Long Legs" with Fred Astaire. The dress Jan gave me was white with a halter neck and had a matching bolero jacket. All over the dress were little pastel embroidered flowers. The skirt was full and straight out of the 1950's. I wore it with one of my hats and a pair of vintage glove when I used to go to Fifth Avenue to "window shop" and pretend to be a "grand lady" of yesterday.
After moving to West Virginia to be near my grandmother, I wrote a letter to Jan. Several months later I received a reply in the form of a postcard from where she was staying in England to further her studies. She mentioned how glad she was we had gotten to dance together.
My mother attempted to reach out to Doris a few times years later and was not sure why she did not get a response except that Doris was extremely hard of hearing.
The real reason my mother could not reach Doris would not be explained for many, many years.
In the era of "Facebook" it's sometimes hard to remember that there was a time when people lost touch-perhaps because of moving around the U.S.A. or perhaps even further afield. Trying to find people if their phone was "unlisted" was nearly impossible, or if you didn't know what city they were in, etc. Between my mother and I being in show business and taking off for new cities within just a few years of being in Charleston and Jan being an artist-the inevitable happened. I did think of Jan on and off through the years and wondered if our paths would ever cross again.
After the "age of the internet" I found out firsthand the "miraculous" re-unions that could occur thanks to this technology. I found a "half-sister" through my father that I did not even know existed. Sadly, she had been put up for adoption by a grief stricken woman with a "shamed" family who insisted she give her child away and years later, initially had her files opened for "medical reasons." Since my sister Renee' was also fascinated with knowing her real identity she had pursued more info through the years culminating in a post on a mutual friend's "guest book" (a musician who knew my father) and I saw her post there while looking for something else entirely. Since she said who her father was I contacted her immediately. After e:mails and calling each other for a year, we finally met.
We had three joyous "in-person" meetings until one week I noticed she did not answer my e:mails as quickly as she usually did. Then, about a week later, her fiance' Terry called me and said that they had been in a car wreck and that he had survived but Renee' had been killed. He told me she was the "love" of his "life" and that he figured he "get over it one day" but didn't know "when." He said that the accident occurred because she had wanted more tropical fish for her aquarium and that he had tried to tell her they should stay home, but she insisted, and that on the way back they had hit "black ice." He told me, "I thought you should know."
I contacted her adopted family and they were understandably upset. The fact that Terry and my sister had engaged now and then in some serious arguments fueled their suspicion of him and his role in her death. While I was not there I honestly believed it was an "accident"-he had seemed to love her very much when they had visited, so I prayed for everyone concerned and my mother and I started on a very dark period of grief over the loss of this half sister of mine who was in my life for just a short time (2006-2008) but was indeed a "gift."
As for Jan Gallione, I looked for even a trace of her on the internet now that it was taking off as a "people finder." Strangely enough, I was not finding anything and perhaps was not savvy enough as a "researcher" to think of "googling" names of her known relatives.
After starting this magazine in April of 2016 I became interested once more in finding the truth about Jan's whereabouts because I was featuring an "Artist of the Month" now and then and was hoping to feature her as "thanks" for the past kindness she had shown myself and my late mother who passed away in 2012. One initial clue disturbed me: I found the "New York Times" obituary of her father John Gallione in 2000, but when it listed his family "survivors" she was not among them. She was referred to as "the late Jan Gallione." I was completely floored- knowing she was not that old-wondered if it had been that horrendous taker of female lives "Breast Cancer"-not a clue-and could find no mention of what was responsible for her death.
Heartbroken, I set about finding out what happened to my friend. By now there were some more clues available. One notice posted with a couple of her paintings stated that she had been "A wonderful artist who was winning awards, showing in very prominent galleries, and invited to important artist residencies. She had an exciting and promising future as an artist which unfortunately did not get to play out with her untimely death at age 34."
It also mentioned that her work had been shown at the Fendrick Gallery in NYC (records at the Smithsonian Museum of Art) and that she had residencies at Yaddo, The MacDowell Colony, The Millay Colony for the Arts Awards, National Academy of Design Annual Exhibition (1985), and that she was the winner of the "Julius Hallgarten Prize for a painting done in the United States by an American Artist under 35 years of age."
Invitation to Jan Gallione's Graduation Piece from UC Davis 1989
Digging deeper, I found a list of her fellow graduates at "UC Davis" where she had received her "Master of Fine Arts" in 1989, several years after I last laid eyes on her. In fact, I still did not know, when and how she passed. I made a few connections with some of her former classmates. Shelby Harris, still an artist today, said he remembered Jan as "A lively girl!" and that she had married a visiting professor named Adrian Frost (This info fit in with why I saw a mention of both Jan and Frost listed together on works that are archived by "The Smithsonian Institution.") Shelby Harris told me she died in a car accident but did not know exactly where. Another classmate, artist April Funcke, encouraged me to continue my search and her note also explained to me that Jan and her husband, the artist Adrian Frost, had been in a car accident together and that Jan had perished while her husband survived. She told me to be sure that when I found him, to "Tell Adrian that April said hello."
This stunning bit of information hit me like a bolt. It resonated completely with me because of what happened to my sister and Terry. I immediately felt a kinship with Adrian Frost. I felt I had an understanding of what it had been like for him to have been "the one who survived."
I familiarized myself now with Mr. Frost and his work, watching a 2012 performance of his "Memphis Blues" presentation that is on "YouTube." I also found a wonderful clip called "More Memphis Blues" that featured a wonderful modern dancer Tamara Jonason interpreting "physically" Frost's art and poetry. I also saw a clip of Adrian interacting with the art loving public at a Eureka Springs Art colony in another YouTube clip. "The Memphis Blues" series is one of Frost's odes to the "Heartland" of America-a journey I would eventually find out that had once included my lost friend Jan. Quotes from "Old Man River" intersperse with song and his own original poetry. Adrian Frost is actually a "performance artist"-a phenomena that often includes music, spoken word, dance, and visual art.
Artist Adrian Frost, 2017
Struck immediately by the handsomeness of Mr. Frost, an Englishman for sure, yet with a touch perhaps of the "English Gypsy," the type of Englishman that have the heavy, "Tyrone Poweresque" eyebrows that smack of the "Black Irish"-the eyebrows Liz Taylor got from her father-they hint at romances of "ladies" with "traveling" men or perhaps even those Spaniard invaders of the 1600's. No matter, I could understand my Jan's fascination with this unique and talented person.
Knowing what happened to Adrian and Jan though, I found myself holding back from contacting him. I was overwhelmed with the similarity to what had happened to my sister. I was waiting for a "right time" when I felt I could say something to him that would not hurt him somehow. I had a bit of fear of hurting this man-thinking I was ripping off the band aid or scab that had formed to get him through the rest of his life. I truly had to think it through. Then one day, after a few months, I decided to make the connection.
Mr. Frost turned out to be a delight. He was actually thrilled to hear from me and the apprehension that had vexed me was for naught. Through subsequent e-mails from him I was able to fill in some blanks about Jan's life after our parting on 57th Street. Jan had followed up on her interest in belly dancing with actually going to live with "Bedouins" in the desert. In other words, she had traveled the world. Jan had met and married Adrian while at "UC Davis" and they had embarked on an interesting but sometimes hardship filled life together as they were not oft in one spot too long either due to the nature of Frost's residencies at various schools around the country.
Photograph of Jan Beaver Gallione with a snake. The photograph here is part of a collage tribute by Adrian Frost to his late wife.
I was also thrilled to find out that my "Cherokee Sister" Jan had actually gone back to her roots and involved herself in the preservation of Indian Burial Mounds ( The Ho-Chunk Nation and their famous "Effigy Mounds" in Wisconsin) and had been on "Vision Quests." I had remembered that her mother "Dori" was Cherokee like my own mother and it seemed apropos that she would become taken with "Native American" concerns long after leaving the "Big Apple" behind. Ironically, my mother and I were on a spiritual trip to the Cherokee reservation in North Carolina along about the time Jan was in nearby Asheville according to resumes and "itinery" Frost sent me and we didn't know it.
I was a late comer to the film "Fame" which was a sensation around the time I was around Jan the most. I only just saw it for the first time in the last few years. The song "The Body Electric" from that film brought tears to my eyes and even though Jan had graduated from the "High School of Art and Design" and not the "High School of the Performing Arts" (I believe her sister Gail did though) the movie and the song took me back to what it was like to be in New York City when art could still thrive and the city was still mostly an affordable place to live. I felt that Jan's had indeed been "The Body Electric"-that woman that Walt Whitman sang the praises of in "Leaves of Grass." "The Body Electric "as a term has also been borrowed by author Ray Bradbury.
Jan Gallione had initially been a part of the "European School of Art" when I knew her. Adrian Frost, the son of Sir Terry Frost, literally hailed from a family of artists, his brother Anthony also following in their famous father's footsteps. Sir Terry Frost was a famed "Abstract Expressionist" from England. Adrian's style is more of a "Post Dada" modern art with strong usage of "collage themes" and written and spoken word. Jan's graduation piece from "UC Davis," called "The Labors of Clementine" with a thread of that famous song running throughout, literally "brought the house down" when she performed it. She was embracing a type of art that was very American at this point-in other words-she had "evolved."
In 1994, Jan Gallione was the same age as my sister at the time of her death and their birthdays were just a few days apart. Both strong willed Aries women they usually did what they wanted to-admirable in many cases and sometimes dangerous in others-they forged their own paths and destinies.
To Adrian, Jan was like a Cherokee Princess, something to adore as if a childhood dream came true. Therefore, when moving to Arizona, and she, "with child," at the time, asked to turn around and return to Wisconsin and her unfinished projects with the burial mounds, Adrian accepted her request after trying to reason with her about the bad weather failed.
I finally knew the truth about what happened to Jan Gallione. Like my sister, her life ended on a stretch of highway, Jan's in a snowstorm near Council Bluff's, Iowa and my Renee's in Southern Indiana on post "Valentine Day" black ice.
As a child, I would cry uncontrollably when hearing the song "My Darling Clementine." My mother would say, "But it's a funny song! It's not meant to be sad. It's not real." Even though my mother tried to point out to me that it was "satire" I would cry out "No it isn't. Clementine is real! She's dead Mommy!"
Portion of a poem Adrian Frost wrote for his late wife Jan Gallione.
The search for Jan held many spiritual and psychic qualities for me. Even my friend Liza DeCamp, proprietress of "Magnet Queen" in Tennessee, got caught up in the excitement. She did not know Jan but graduated the High School of Art and Design" a few years after Jan did and was able to find her yearbook photos and info for us.
Currently, Adrian Frost is working on an art film series in collaboration with Ada Athorp called "Furies" (a modern day take on ancient Greek heroines). He is proof that the "artist" must continue to seek inspiration and passion on the journey of life.
In fact, as long as there are artists like Adrian, Jan, and of course myself, seeking new inspiration in every day, I know in my heart that the "Body Electric" will never really "die"-but the "soul," the real "spark," will live on.
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"If Only" – A poem by Aziza Al-Tawil
I wish someone could welcome the morning with me
open my eyes to the sunrise
and help me to "see."
I'm so afraid of the day without the touch of "love"
The light for me only
and others who are lonely with no other things to speak of.
If only you were here to fill my heart
to lift up my head
from this silent bed
and make this "new day" a "new start."
In honor of Adrian and Jan:
Sir Laurence Olivier and Merle Oberon in "Wuthering Heights" 1939 Charcoal Pencil Sketch by Aziza Al-Tawil.
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Sunday, April 2nd, was indeed a joyous day for the staff of "Egyptian Chick Magazine." Thanks to "Town N Country Lanes" in Nitro, WV and Karen Maes for organizing the event. Thanks to Lee and Jerry for playing with us. Billy Jack Watkins, our research assistant, had not been bowling in 30 years but still did us proud! I had not been bowling in about ten years and this was only about my fourth time total doing it! I was also not so bad "considering!" Met a darling "Black and Tan Coon Hound Mix" named "Pugsley." He was a real sweetheart and I hope he finds a home. Check out the photos from our fun day and if you would like to donate to them please go to this link New Hope Animal Rescue West Virginia Chapter Donation Page
Connie Robertson is enjoying a cuddle with "Pugsley."
The crowd was getting geared up to help animals at "Town N Country Lanes" Nitro, WV.
Billy Jack Watkins feeling satisfied with his game.
Your Editor, Aziza Al-Tawil, having a blast with the new purple tee shirt.
The pretty gift baskets in the "Raffle."
Your editor, Aziza Al-Tawil, enjoying the heck out of "Pugsley."
The crowd at "Town N Country Lanes" in Nitro, WV are showing their best for the "New Hope Animal Rescue 8th Annual Bowl-a-Thon."
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Your editor, Aziza Al-Tawil, satisfied and happy at the "New Hope Animal Rescue Bowl-a-Thon" at "Town N Country Lanes," Nitro, WV
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Turkish Cat Scene courtesy of Adrian Frost
Music for Vintage Style Belly Dance Shows! "Arabian Fantasy!"
March 3, 2017 May 16, 2018 Aziza Al-Tawil 2 Comments
Was absolutely thrilled to find this CD (Available in digital download here) which is also available in "Vinyl." It was tough for a while to really find Middle Eastern music that really could be set up like an old 5 and 7 part routine without having to just scour through cd odds and ends. (Some of the stuff they put out in the late 1990's and early 2000's just sounded like background music for a restaurant not a show). The other crazy thing was realizing that a lot of "public domain" stuff was out there that ended up on new "CD's" without crediting the original musicians or sources. In fact, they took it a step further and just renamed the stuff and came up with fake bands. That aspect of it remains a problem but I'm happy to report that at least a really good release has come out to serve a lot of tempo changes and the music is divine and sounds more like a show.
Even though we all just love and still appreciate the shows we can do to "live music" it's great to know that there is a "lively" option with Arabic music to do a show with. (I can elaborate more on Greek choices in another post, etc.) The Arabic music was one of the worst to suffer the post "synthesizer" age.
The CD is called "Arabian Fantasy " and it is gorgeous! From the stellar version of "Ah Ya Zein," the lovely "kanoun" infused "Taksim Layali," to a fabulous drum solo "Beat of the Harem," you just can't beat the choices here to mix and match for a show.
The link for the "Vinyl" Version is here:
"Arabian Fantasy "
I recognize one of the tracks from one of my old Naif Agby records and the name they give it does not match, so again, beware of fake names given to these songs and bands, but they are surely a delight to dance to!