Egyptomania Fashion
- siennasinclaire
- Jun 18
- 4 min read
How Ancient Egypt, Art Deco,
and the Roaring 20s Seduced My Style
Have you ever felt an inexplicable pull toward a time or place you’ve never lived in? For me, that magnetic force has always been Ancient Egypt.
But it didn’t stop there—I found myself equally seduced by the shimmering world of Art Deco and the rebellious glamour of the Roaring 20s.
It took me years to realize that these passions weren’t random—they were deeply connected by a moment in history that changed everything.
The Spark: A Lifelong Fascination with Egypt
It started back in middle school, when I first learned about the pyramids. I remember flipping through a textbook and being completely mesmerized by the golden mask of Tutankhamun, the towering structures of Giza, and the stories of goddesses with wings and power.
I was instantly drawn to the mystery, elegance, and power of Ancient Egypt. There was a magnetic pull I couldn’t explain—something about the precision of their architecture, the spiritual depth of their rituals, and the sheer opulence of their world that captivated me completely.
It wasn’t just history—it was mythology, art, fashion, and sensuality all wrapped into one. There was something intoxicating about its symbolism, its structure, its sensual beauty. I didn’t just admire it—I felt it. It lived in my imagination, and over time, it found its way into my style, my aesthetic, and even the way I saw the world.
Enter: Art Deco and the Roaring 20s
Years later, my aesthetic obsessions evolved. I fell hard for the bold, symmetrical lines of Art Deco and the rebellious glamour of the 1920s. Think beads, sequins, fringe, feathers, robes, furs, and sparkles—an era dripping in decadence and defiance. Everything about it felt like a celebration of elegance and drama, a time when women began to reclaim their power not just socially, but sartorially.
But then I discovered something even more thrilling: the 1920s weren’t just a time of social change—they were also the peak of Egyptomania. Following the discovery of King Tut’s tomb in 1922, the entire world became obsessed with ancient Egypt.
And that obsession seeped into every aspect of culture—especially fashion and design. Suddenly, everything I loved was connected. The strong lines of Art Deco, the exotic motifs, the luxurious materials… they weren’t just vintage. They were echoes of a much older, deeper fascination.
When the Tomb Was Opened, the World Took Note
In 1922, the discovery of King Tutankhamun’s tomb sparked an international obsession with all things Egyptian. The opulence of pharaohs, the intricate gold artifacts, the mysticism—it all flooded pop culture and design. And the fashion world? Oh, it drank it up.
Designers began channeling Egyptian motifs into their work: scarabs, lotus flowers, sphinxes, and sun disks graced gowns, headpieces, and accessories. Eveningwear shimmered with beads and jewels in geometric patterns. Suddenly, Ancient Egypt wasn’t ancient—it was modern glamour.
Style Meets Symbolism
As I began connecting the dots between Egypt, Art Deco, and the 1920s, I started to see my own style through a new lens. What I once thought were simply aesthetic preferences—bold gold accessories, dramatic silhouettes, geometric patterns—were actually part of a much deeper visual lineage.
I began to look at my wardrobe and home decor differently. The jewelry I wear are rich 24-carat gold replicas of Cleopatra’s own—bold, regal, and steeped in ancient elegance. They weren’t just accessories; they were statements of strength and sensuality, linking me to a lineage of powerful women who understood the art of adornment as identity.
Even the way I decorated my space took on new meaning. The symmetrical lines, rich textures, and bold shapes I’ve always gravitated toward—mirrored furniture, black-and-gold accents, and classic Art Deco-style patterns—weren’t just a nod to glamour.
They were rooted in the design language of both ancient Egypt and the Roaring 20s. It wasn’t just coincidence—it was a reflection of a shared visual language passed down through time, a conversation between past and present that I was unknowingly part of.
This realization didn’t just deepen my appreciation for these styles—it made me feel more connected to them. As if, by surrounding myself with these elements, I was honoring something timeless… something that’s always lived in me.
Rebellion Dressed in Gold
1920s fashion marked a turning point—a true liberation for women. Gone were the corsets, petticoats, and the rigid expectations of past eras. In their place came shorter hemlines, boyish silhouettes, sheer fabrics, and an unapologetic embrace of movement, sensuality, and freedom.
But it wasn’t just about cutting fabric—it was about cutting ties with societal rules. Women were dancing, drinking, voting, working, and dressing for themselves. It was a revolution stitched in fringe and sequins.
Layer that bold spirit with the opulence of Egyptian grandeur, and you get a style that was not only rebellious, but deeply symbolic. The golds, the rich jewel tones, the dramatic shapes—they weren’t just decorative, they were declarations.
This was fashion that spoke of independence, power, and seduction. It was fashion that made you feel untouchable.
And that, to me, is exactly what style should be—an extension of your spirit, your strength, and your story… dressed in gold.
Living the Legacy
Today, my love for Egypt, Art Deco, and the Roaring 20s is so much more than a style choice—it’s a full expression of who I am. It’s in the statement jewelry I wear, the bold lines of my furniture, the colors I’m drawn to, and the stories I choose to tell.
From the way I dress to how I design my spaces, it’s all a love letter to this magical trifecta of time, taste, and transformation.
Each detail—whether a gold-trimmed lamp, a vintage-inspired robe, or a carefully layered necklace—feels like a whisper from the past, reminding me that glamour, power, and sensuality are never out of style.
I don’t follow fleeting trends—I follow what stirs something deeper, what carries meaning, history, and a sense of enchantment.
This passion has never faded. It’s evolved with me, deepened, and become part of my identity. Egyptomania isn't just a phase—it’s a timeless seduction that continues to inspire, empower, and intoxicate me. And truthfully? I hope I never grow out of it.
