Part Three: Supply, Demand, Gender Bending and Nuclear Cheesecake
"Black Market"
By Frederick Hollander
(Sung by Marlene Dietrich in Billy Wilder’s A Foreign Affair, 1948)
Black Market
Sneak around the corner
Budapester Strasse
Black Market
Peek around the corner
“La Police qui passe”
Come! I’ll show you things you cannot get elsewhere
Come! Make with the offer, and you’ll get your share.
Black Market
Powdered milk for bikes
Souls for Lucky Strikes
Got some broken down ideals? Like wedding rings?
Shhh! Tiptoe. Trade your things.
I’ll trade you for your candy
Some gorgeous merchandise
My camera. It’s a dandy
Six by nine…just your size
You want my porcelain figure?
A watch? A submarine?
A Rembrandt? Salami? Black lingerie from Wien?
I’ll sell my goods
Behind the screen.
No ceiling, no feeling. A very smooth routine.
You buy my goods, and boy my goods are keen.
Black Market
Cuckoo clocks and treasures
Thousand little pleasures
Black Market
Laces for the missus, chewing gum for kisses.
Come! And see my big binoculars this week.
Price? Only six cartons; one puff a peek.
Black Market
Milk and microscope for liverwurst and soap.
Browse around I’ve got so many toys.
Don’t be bashful. Step up, boys.
You like my first edition?
It’s yours, that’s how I am.
A simple definition:
You take art; I take Spam.
To you for your “K” ration: my passion and maybe
An inkling, a twinkling or real sympathy
I’m selling out—take all I’ve got!
Ambitions! Convictions! The works!
Why not? Enjoy my goods, for boy my goods
Are hot!
In the final years of the 1930s, the tail end of the Great Depression was having its last wag. Seeds of commerce and fiscal reform sown in the first and second plantings of F.D.R.’s New Deal had begun to blossom, cautiously reviving America’s wilted economy and world status. Across the Atlantic, however, with the fall of Germany’s Weimar Republic, the Nazi regime began its ruthless ascent to power. As Jews, gypsies and homosexuals were systematically rounded up and shipped off to death camps, the repercussions were both horrifically immediate, as well as insidious and labyrinthine.
In the shadow of larger atrocities, it may seem trivial to ponder the effects of war on fashion and human sexuality, but for many who perished for simply being who or what they were, and for the lucky few who survived, this seemingly petty detail forms an integral thread that runs through the larger fabric of history; a thread that once unraveled, reveals many a curious twist and turn—and also, remarkable strength.
September of 1939 saw Poland fall to the Nazis. By June of 1940, Paris suffered a similar fate. Houses of haute couture—at least those that remained open—were now frequented by goose-stepping Gestapo and SS officers shopping for fashionable French frocks and lingerie to send home to their Teutonic wives and mistresses. Jewish designers, tailors and seamstresses who managed to sidestep the gas chambers by dint of their talent, found themselves toiling as slave laborers creating stunning evening gowns and other fetching garments for the Nazi elite.
By Frederick Hollander
(Sung by Marlene Dietrich in Billy Wilder’s A Foreign Affair, 1948)
Black Market
Sneak around the corner
Budapester Strasse
Black Market
Peek around the corner
“La Police qui passe”
Come! I’ll show you things you cannot get elsewhere
Come! Make with the offer, and you’ll get your share.
Black Market
Powdered milk for bikes
Souls for Lucky Strikes
Got some broken down ideals? Like wedding rings?
Shhh! Tiptoe. Trade your things.
I’ll trade you for your candy
Some gorgeous merchandise
My camera. It’s a dandy
Six by nine…just your size
You want my porcelain figure?
A watch? A submarine?
A Rembrandt? Salami? Black lingerie from Wien?
I’ll sell my goods
Behind the screen.
No ceiling, no feeling. A very smooth routine.
You buy my goods, and boy my goods are keen.
Black Market
Cuckoo clocks and treasures
Thousand little pleasures
Black Market
Laces for the missus, chewing gum for kisses.
Come! And see my big binoculars this week.
Price? Only six cartons; one puff a peek.
Black Market
Milk and microscope for liverwurst and soap.
Browse around I’ve got so many toys.
Don’t be bashful. Step up, boys.
You like my first edition?
It’s yours, that’s how I am.
A simple definition:
You take art; I take Spam.
To you for your “K” ration: my passion and maybe
An inkling, a twinkling or real sympathy
I’m selling out—take all I’ve got!
Ambitions! Convictions! The works!
Why not? Enjoy my goods, for boy my goods
Are hot!
In the final years of the 1930s, the tail end of the Great Depression was having its last wag. Seeds of commerce and fiscal reform sown in the first and second plantings of F.D.R.’s New Deal had begun to blossom, cautiously reviving America’s wilted economy and world status. Across the Atlantic, however, with the fall of Germany’s Weimar Republic, the Nazi regime began its ruthless ascent to power. As Jews, gypsies and homosexuals were systematically rounded up and shipped off to death camps, the repercussions were both horrifically immediate, as well as insidious and labyrinthine.
In the shadow of larger atrocities, it may seem trivial to ponder the effects of war on fashion and human sexuality, but for many who perished for simply being who or what they were, and for the lucky few who survived, this seemingly petty detail forms an integral thread that runs through the larger fabric of history; a thread that once unraveled, reveals many a curious twist and turn—and also, remarkable strength.
September of 1939 saw Poland fall to the Nazis. By June of 1940, Paris suffered a similar fate. Houses of haute couture—at least those that remained open—were now frequented by goose-stepping Gestapo and SS officers shopping for fashionable French frocks and lingerie to send home to their Teutonic wives and mistresses. Jewish designers, tailors and seamstresses who managed to sidestep the gas chambers by dint of their talent, found themselves toiling as slave laborers creating stunning evening gowns and other fetching garments for the Nazi elite.
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