Draped evening gowns with full bustles of fabric, frills and ribbons; busts spilling out over the tight corsets of saloon girls; men in bowler hats brandishing revolvers and rifles. Tombstone in the 1880s must have been a beautiful sight.

Well, except for the mud and horse manure and gnarly ruffians tumbling into town from the mines or the trail, seeking drink and other diversions, not caring much for fashion.

But take a stroll in town today and you're still offered small glimpses of the sartorial past, especially during festivals like Helldorado. I'm sorry to see, though, that Tombstone, once known as the place to truly live out a Western fantasy, has been losing its dress-up audience as the generation that kept the tradition alive moves. It is the few faithful fashionistas remaining in the town and nearby areas who maintain the local practice of dressing up in period fashion -- with some surprising help from Europeans obsessed with the Old West.

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Student Newswire of The University of Arizona School of Journalism

Arizona Sonoran News

Arizona Sonoran News
Student Newswire of The University of Arizona School of Journalism

Arizona Sonoran News