Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts

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

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

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 

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