Thursday, December 29, 2011

Baubles jingle jangling straight from the 30s

I obsess over vintage fashion, but I'm particularly drawn to the 1930s, when strong Art Deco designs chiseled their way into streamlined gowns with peekaboo backs and masculine-inspired suits were made popular by the likes of Marlene Dietrich and Kate Hepburn. Despite the gloomy cloud of the Great Depression, those with the extra wad of cash to spare lavished themselves with such decadent fashion, including jewelry sets such as this that jingled and jangled as ingenues stepped out of their roadsters or bounced down their spiral staircases.


This eye-popping matching bracelet and necklace represent the type of feminine jewelry ladies sported during the day, soft and delicate charms appropriate for teatime or department store shopping. An early Christmas gift from Matt, I was jubilant and speechless of the fact that he hunted down these rare items with not only my adoration for vintage fashion in mind, but specifically my attraction to the glamorous 30s. He discovered these trinkets at the Furniture Barn, a heart-warming antique store in Alum Bank, PA, that features throwback and refurbished furniture on the first floor while tucking away smaller items like jewelry and kitchenware on the second floor. They're the kind of beloved gift that hold more meaning than all the mass produced doo dads everyone is fussing about. The tarnished gold chain links actually provide a bit of brass appeal that fold well into contemporary times. As for the glass marbles, they're as flawless as Bette Davis's alabaster skin of the day. The flower designs are etched inside instead of outside the candy-colored beads, so not a bit of the images have been vanquished throughout the passing decades.



The roly-poly set came nestled in its original storage, a weathered and yellowed box hailing from John Horne Co, a department store in Pittsburgh that throughout time eventually got swallowed by various other dry goods giants including Lazarus, Kaufmann's and finally, Macy's. Little known fact, John Horne was actually born in Bedford County, PA, where Matt and I spent our formative years. Faint cursive writing on the front of the box reads, "Ball flower necklace and bracelet." As valuable and special as the jewelry is, the original receipt kept snug inside the box is also something worth whistling about. Our glamor puss of the 30s fetched these baubles for a total of $5.95 on April 9, 1938. Back then, that was a pretty hefty price for costume jewelry. I love how the blue lead on the tissue-soft paper still appears bold and strong after all these years.

I've been hesitant to wear my one-of-a-kind baubles, admiring them instead directly from the box or around my hands as I play coquettishly with the beads. I hope to find a 30s-inspired frock to complete the look. A roadster and spiral staircase would be grand, too!




Monday, July 4, 2011

Paisley Park


I'm not sure what decade these paisley earrings are derived from, but I love the Jackie O style they evoke based on the turquoise and sea foam green colors alone. They're heavier on the ears than I normally like my "ornaments" to feel, but for a mere $2 at Founder's Crossing, I'm willing to sacrifice comfort for fashion. By today's standards, these enameled jewels are a nod to Lily Pulitzer Palm Beach preppiness; they even honor the bohemian/straitlaced dichotomy of Tory Burch; uptown Manhattan socialites will find that they pair well with Milly's line-up of modern, vintage threads. They're formal enough for a cocktail party aboard a yacht in Monte Carlo, yet casual enough for lobster roll hunting in Maine. Whatever the occasion, these are my go-to studs for effortless fashion in a flash.

-Dani

A cut above the rest

When you're rummaging through the shelves of antique goods at Founder's Crossing in Bedford, PA, it's effortless to snatch up an armful of trinkets you may have little use for: Victorian Valentine's Day cards filled with handwritten sentiments...cardboard pharmacy boxes that once held bespoke potions and broken hair combs dangling from their retro paper backing. The best tactic to take when shopping in such an overwhelming environment, when your senses are at their most vulnerable, is to hone in on that one big-ticket item you're drawn to the most. My prized find at Founder's Crossing is this stunning glass jar from the 1960s used at barbershops to disinfect combs and brushes. For just $27, it was worth the purchase. It's in near-mint condition and the stylish lettering is still bold in looks. The plunger inside is also just slightly tarnished. Displayed in a guest bathroom, it'll be sure to conjure up some pleasant gasps. Even without filling it with barbicide, it will still be a unique vehicle to house combs for overnight guests to choose from. Maybe the Donald should have these jars dispersed throughout his penthouse.

-Dani 

Monday, June 6, 2011

Clammy hands

This rusty sign is one of three hands that survived the 2004 demolition of the Clam Broth House, a seafood enclave in Hoboken, NJ, that first surfaced in 1899. Structural failures prompted city officials to order the destruction of the historic facade, but in 2010, the legendary restaurant reopened its doors. Today, fans new and old infiltrate the two-story establishment to cuddle around bowls of clam chowder, elongated lobster rolls and if they must, a handsome rack of lamb. Despite its obvious aging, the iconic hand still features timeless charm, with its rounded typography and the downward "c" and "l." I haven't dined at the Clam Broth House yet, but I hope the seafood fare warrants a round of applause.

-Dani 

The preppies

Why wouldn't you want to send your dashing young gents off to St. Peter's Prep for a fine pre-collegiate education? The imposing blocked letters festooned on the side of this Jesuit school in Jersey City spells out vintage style in the most academic of fashions. They evoke a roaring rah-rah feeling from a 1940s high school football game. Brains, brawn and boyish aesthetics...what more could you ask for from a good 'ole Catholic boy?

-Dani 

Friday, May 13, 2011

Splashing around

Get out your swimming trunks and two-piecers! With pool-side frivolity just around the bend, why don't you splash around with a tall glass of "Bathing Beauty" as your summer-time primer? The 1944 comedy drenched in Technicolor teams together vaudeville alumni Red Skelton and Olympics-bound champion swimmer Esther Williams as a pair of lovelorn characters unknowingly double-crossed by Basil Rathbone's character's greedy tactics. Subtle screwball humor abounds after a misunderstanding sends Williams's Caroline in a huff back to Victoria College to her swimming instructing roots while Skelton's Steve sacrifices all sense of decorum to relentlessly win her back. As an "interim" male student in the all-female school, Skelton's comedic timing is flawless as he pulls off physical "stunts" like twirling about in a tutu and popping in and out of a coat closet while sidestepping the wrath of a monstrous Great Dane. It won't be difficult to root for this naturally sweet character, not just for his pure whimsy or his lovesick tremors over Caroline, but for the camaraderie he unleashes among his classmates. Caroline is less winsome with her rigid attitude, but Williams's icy-tinged beauty makes for a convincingly cold-shouldered character you can't take your eyes off. 

The hysterical side characters also make this lovely musical a delight to sink into. You've got Carlos Ramirez as himself serenading a perturbed Caroline, Ethel Smith portraying a stereotypical spinster music teacher complete with goof ball expressions and Bill Goodwin playing a straight laced botany professor also enamored by the elusive swim teacher. As you near the end of the movie, you'll be treated to a tautly crafted scene that involves characters emerging out of a closet on a tandem bike and a wide-eyed girl peeking out from a blanket suspended from the ceiling. The innocent shenanigans prove that back then, directors merely relied on G-rated humor to draw out guffaws from the audience.



On top of all the clever comedy, the tightly woven music and choreography will prompt some foot tapping and head bobbing. This was the Big Band era after all, so expect several rounds of ear-shattering drumming and saxing (check out the clip above of Harry James and company belting out a tune). Be on the heels of one particular scene where a brigade of enthusiastic music students listens to the music teacher tap the keys and pedals of the organ to produce a hoppity tune that sounds comparable to the modern scores of today. And the fashion, oh the fashion! I love the students' khaki uniforms pulled together with a red kerchief and Williams's sequined black and white-striped dress that she flaunts during dinner. As expected, the directors capatilized on Esther's mermaid-like moves in the water - you'll be captivated by her diving acumen, her seamless strokes and her spotlighted performance during a choreographed nautical number. Though bathing suits were quite conservative in the 40s, Bathing Beauty will still inspire you to sculpt and tone your way to a two-piecer.


Photo Source: Wikipedia

-Dani

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Get a leg up...again and again.

Once swishing around the legs of mod lasses in the '60s, billowy culottes made a comeback in 2004, competing seam to seam with its slimmer rival, capri pants. The casual trousers have made a splash again, at least witnessed in the latest catalog of Anthropologie. The classic navy blue pair as seen in the right gets a modern updo with a chunky belt, gauzy blouse and skyscraper wedges. Have culottes truly revived themselves for this still minty new decade or has Anthropologie just simply tacked on another romantic piece to its breezy, feminine line-up? Whether or not they're trendy again, culottes should be lauded for their sensibility and flexibility. Dust off that pair you've tucked away in your dressing room's corner then complement it with a ruffled top. Don't get lost in all that legroom, ladies.

Photo source: Anthropologie

-Dani

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Billy Boy had tricks up his sleeves

"Dark Castle Entertainment" is not just any name arbitrarily stamped onto a film production company. The founding partners strategically chose this moniker to honor eccentric horror filmmaker, William Castle. Dark Castle revamped two of his heart-palpitating flicks, "House on Haunted Hill'" and "13 Ghosts" (re-spelled to "Thir13en Ghosts"), to contemporary pieces of horror. Ghoulish in expression and ominous in stature, Castle even looked like someone who was born to ingeniously direct scary movies. By today's standards, the special effects he deploys throughout his thrillers look rough-hewn, if not a bit "film school, 101." But back in the 50s and 60s, his peers and audiences considered such tricks of the trade as downright clever and convincingly frightful. Take, for example, the witch-faced housemaid "gliding" across the floor in "House on Haunted Hill," scaring the wits out of poor Nora Manning, the film's most naive character. Castle's intent is to give the appearance that the housemaid is floating in air. But her movements seem clunky and forced. A moviegoer of modern times would be inclined to speculate that the housemaid "glides" across the floor through the aid of a cooperative dolly. Nowadays, you can't help but view such a ploy as pure, campy fun, done Castle's way.

Horror movie buffs will smugly inform you that Castle's tricks took place live in the movie theaters, too. He became infamously known for incorporating gimmicks during the movie watching experience to beef up the terror factor and rev up audience participation. His novelty "tinglers" were like birthday party games for the creepy set. Compared to his film rivals, Castle was driven by quirky creativity and shock value. Over time, these movie shenanigans punctured the film budgets, prompting Castle to cut back on delivering these gimmicks per his financial backers. In "Strait Jacket", he dreamed up cost-effective tactics to keep the horrific thrills alive without sacrificing his funds: he sent star Joan Crawford on a promotional tour to theaters and carved out cardboard axes as favors to audiences. Below is a sampling of Castle's brilliant gimmicks, as directly lifted from Wikipedia. For a complete list, visit the William Castle page:
  • The Tingler (1959): Filmed in "Percepto". In the film, a docile creature that lives in the spinal cord is activated by fright, and can only be destroyed by screaming. In the film's finale one of the creatures removed from the spine of a mute woman killed by it when she was unable to scream is let loose in a movie theatre. Some seats in theatres showing the Tingler were equipped with military surplus air-plane wing de-icers (consisting of vibrating motors) purchased by Castle, attached to the underside of the seats. When the Tingler in the film attacked the audience the buzzers were activated as a voice encouraged the real audience to "Scream - scream for your lives." Articles regarding this often incorrectly state the seats in the theatre were wired to give electrical jolts.
  • 13 Ghosts (1960): Filmed in "Illusion-O". A hand held ghost viewer/remover with strips of red and blue cellophane was given out to use during certain segments of the film. By looking through either the red or blue cellophane the audience was able to either see or remove the ghosts if they were too frightening.
  • Mr. Sardonicus (1961): In this gothic tale set in 1880 London a baron's face is frozen into a permanent grotesque hideous smile after digging up his father's grave to retrieve a lottery ticket left in the pocket of his father's jacket. The audiences were allowed to vote in a "punishment poll" during the climax of the film - Castle himself appears on screen to explain to the audience their options. Each member of the audience was given a card with a glow in the dark thumb they could hold either up or down to decide if Mr. Sardonicus would be cured or die during the end of the film. Supposedly, no audience ever offered mercy so the alternate ending was never screened.
Today, studios have interactive web sites and social media to serve as economical conduits in executing frightful tricks and priming would-be audiences for a gut-wrenching showdown. I shudder to think what kind of bone-chilling antics Castle would post on Facebook.

Photo source: The 500 Club

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Agnes casts her spell

The mass of fiery red hair...eyes painted a campy blue...billowy parfait-colored dresses...You may automatically associate Agnes Moorehead with the 1960s mischievous comedy, "Bewitched," in which she portrayed the acid-tongued mother-in-law to Samantha's blubbering husband Darrin, but this seasoned actress can conjure up more than just witchcraft on the small screen. With her trademark smoldering gaze and sky-high cheekbones, this unconventional beauty has played every kind of character imaginable ranging from a haughty mystery writer in "The Bat," to her Oscar-nominated performance as a scraggly housekeeper in "Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte." Even Moorehead's booming voice and unadulterated bravado landed her the role of a larger-than-life evangelist in "What's the Matter With Helen?," heard only through a spiritual radio show played during the movie. 

Thus far, I'm most enamored by Moorehead's knockabout spin as the stealthy Madge Rapf in the 1947 film noir, "Dark Passage." This stylish drama pairs legendary Hollywood couple Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall as a convicted killer on the lam and the heroine who stows him away in her home while naturally falling for his je ne sais quoi.  Moorehead's Madge is the best friend to Bacall's Irene and the former lover to Bogart's Vincent. To ward off suspicions from passersby and the police, Vincent undergoes plastic surgery to alter his face.  If you don't mind discovering the movie's "big reveal," witness this bone-chilling scene when Vincent drops into Madge's apartment to surprise her with his minty-new mug. Moorehead's drawn-out diction and dramatic facial expressions bring an authentic realism to the character's unsavory ways. I love how Madge's disposition drastically jumps from comfortably coquettish to nervously fearful in just a matter of minutes. Notice how her neck jerks the second Vincent hints around to his true identity. Now listen to her stammer and watch her recoil as she fruitlessly defends herself. The once stalwart woman turns into a vulnerable soul. And don't panic or recoil yourself: this particular clip involves some "Bewitched" antics at the end thanks to modern technology.

When the Loew's Jersey screened this movie, the host asked the audience afterwards if they thought Madge hurled herself off of the balcony intentionally or if she accidentally fell toward her demise. The moviegoers were split in their assessment.  I concluded that she adored herself too much to commit suicide. You'll have to see “Dark Passage” in full to grasp the concept of this calculating narcassist  and the brilliant way the movie tucks her into the story.  Incidentally,  the taffeta dress becomes this character.  The bold stripes and colossal hoop represent her proud and demanding personality. Even her taut bun embodies a lethal sharpness. Thank you, Agnes, for living out a character we love to loathe!

Friday, April 22, 2011

Rock this frock

I'm simply dying to slither my way into this snazzy little number named Leighton, designed by the fashion forward "House of J.Crew." The snug bustier and contrasting peplum overlay evoke the 1950s, when style was both sophisticated and playful. A cocktail dress such as this could be seen plastered on the body of sultry Marilyn Monroe or fitted upon girl-next-door Debbie Reynolds. Many women of today are fixated upon vintage fashion, often watching black and white films to assess starlets' styles then scouring consignment shops for similar get-ups. A mimicked frock such as this is still worth the purchase: it's made of a quality blend of cotton and silk faille, thereby producing a material with a shiny look and crisp feel. The skirt peeking from below is of a fitted pencil style to make we gals feel extra vixenous. So if you're in a tres vintage mood, make a splash at your next wedding event or dinner party in the Leighton. Adorn your neck with a classic pearl necklace, slip on a pair of kitten heels and clasp your hand around a kiss-locked clutch to complete your 1950s look. Your other hand will be holding an Old Fashioned. Photo source: J.Crew

-Dani 

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Balling our eyes out over this beauty


Also snatched up at SJS's auction in Manns Choice, PA, was this stunner of a gumball machine created by Parkway Machine Corp. in Baltimore. Our parting dollars? 35 clams as they'd say in the olden days. We're not sure how much it's valued for or what decade this sweet contraption hails from, but despite its stacked years, it's practically in mint condition. The knockout red paint itself is something to marvel over with its smooth and lustrous surface that's barely seen a scratch. A thick cursive type is engraved upon the heavy-duty glass. Inside, are the manly mechanisms that get this baby churning. Our educated guess is that it welcomes a coin of any price since we don't detect any numbers or cent signs etched anywhere on the machine. We love the "churck, churck, churck" sound it releases when we turn the key. It's a nostalgic and soothing sound. I wonder what we should fill this machine with? Traditional gumballs? Jelly beans? Mike and Ikes? Maybe unconventional wasabi peas?


-Matt and Dani

Getting back on track




After a three-month winter lull, Retro Confidential has vowed to get back on track with posting our vintage objects of affection and discussing all things throwback. How fitting that we'd like to re-enter the spotlight so to speak by introducing this eye-popping wind-up roller coaster from circa 1940s. A whimsical toy like this set us back about $100 at SJS's auction in Manns Choice, PA. The pertinent cars and belt may be missing from the tracks, but the vibrant colors and charming illustrations are enough to keep our attention. Plus, significant elements like the key and bell are kept intact (notice the image of the creepy clownish face below, grinning from ear to ear.) Created by an American toy manufacturer called J. Chein and Company, this amusement park fixture is trimmed with all the essential vendors and attractions: a side show, hot dog stand, shooting gallery, salt water taffy shop and "play baby doll" game. We'd also love to hone in on the faux cobblestones painted on the bottom. Though it's slightly tarnished, this roller coaster still looks pretty slick. If it came equipped with the cars and belt, this miniature attraction fetches a value of $350. Enjoy the ride!

-Matt and Dani 



Sunday, January 9, 2011

You don't know Jack

Protruding from the regal brownstones of the West Village is this humble storefront with unpretentious looks. The bold blue lettering that announces "Hong Kong Tailor Jack" is as seasoned as the business itself. For more than 20 years, fashion-forward New Yorkers have leaned heavily upon the genius handicraft of Jack Ko to hem their trousers, whip up suits from top to bottom and copycat haute couture get-ups straight from the runway. A native of China, Ko's smashing reputation plays out like an iconic New York success story: first toiling away in the fashion district to make sample patterns, then completing a formal education at the Fashion Institute of New York. Finally, he launched his own "outfit" of tailoring services in 1987. The name "Tailor Jack" sounds hip and personal; only those in the know are heard breezily uttering this moniker in casual conversation. Said Upper East Side Caroline to Upper West Side Katherine while lunching at Dovetail: "Tailor Jack just made me the most amazing pinstriped gabardine skirt and jacket." Responded Katherine: "Wear it to next month's board of directors meeting. I gotta get TJ to knock off a Helmut Lang shift dress for me."

-Dani

Friday, January 7, 2011

Soda pop beauty

Twin City supermarket in Jersey City, NJ, boasts a bevy of soda hailing from Central and South American countries that has customers snatching them up by the dozen. What makes them so special? Unconventional flavors like apple and banana, of course, but what trumps the ingredients and fizz factor are the sumptuous retro-inspired labels. I'm fixated upon Kola Ingles's Red Kola the most for its preppy stripes, clipped type and sporty red, white and yellow color combination. Quench your thirst with this parade of photos:

-Dani