A Stroll through time into sartorial Old West
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.

One town, five papers. Tombstone has more newspapers than Bisbee, Sierra Vista, and Douglas combined, but they manage to play nice with each other and maintain their own niches.
It took eight long years, but Tombstone finally blasted its way onto True West Magazine’s Top Ten True Western Towns for 2014. Tombstone comes in at No. 9, while Dodge City, Kansas, takes the top spot.
Rusty Atherton (left), guitarist Buck Rhodes (center) and fiddler Jimmy Craighead[/caption]You see Taylor Swift standing on a stage before a thousand adoring fans, singing an upbeat song about never, ever getting back together with an ex-boyfriend. Here at Big Nose Kate’s Saloon on Allen Street, Rusty Atherton sits on a stool in front of the crowded restaurant singing in a deep baritone voice about how all his exes live in Texas.