In America the KKK was at the height of it's power, violence was rampant due in part to organized crime thanks to prohibition, and we had a new found hunger for materialism, all of which added to the cynicism of the youth.
In Paris, rents were low, drinking was allowed, women were considered (somewhat) equal, and the art scene was welcoming. Once a few restless artists and writers made a home there (and in many cases wrote about it) it seemed everyone who could, found their way to the art collector and writer Gertrude Stein's house in Paris.
|Ernest and Hadley Hemingway in Paris|
|M/M F. Scott Fitzgerald|
|Gertrude Stein (left) and her life partner Alice|
"Flappers loved to flirt, bob their hair, put on their choicest pair of earrings, and a great deal of audacity and rouge, and go into battle." Zelda Fitzgerald
|Picasso's art studio in Paris|
|Gertrude Stein's house in Paris|
Hemingway, Gertrude Stein and Picasso were all fans of Josephine Baker.
"Surely the day will come when color means nothing more than the skin tone, when religion is seen uniquely as a way to speak one's soul; when birth places have the weight of a throw of the dice and all men are born free, when understanding breeds love and brotherhood." Josephine Baker