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Inpact. Influence. Style to spare. Vivienne Westwood has been designing clothes for over 3 decades and has a decidedly pointed world view on style. Safety pins, ripped clothing, the Anarchy symbol, just a few of her ubiquitous contributions to the fashion world at large. Her fashion influence is almost to numerous to mention, but she refuses to rest on past laurels and is still making waves, and beautiful clothing. Here she talks about this and that and reels you in with her peculiar and razor-sharp charm.
My favorite quote: “If you were born a freak, a freak of beauty, why not look like a goddess? Why not?”
One of my favorite Christmas gifts was a book on Film Noir. Now, I thought I had seen most film noir movies, but my viewing of the genre seems to be a drop in the bucket. LOTS of movies to see and that means lots and lots of Femme Fatales running around out there to inspire me. The glamour of the ’40’s has aged remarkedly well, and I can’t seem to ever tire of the bold prints, the strong shoulders and lips of the era. Perhaps it’s the smoulder in the eyes that to this day, still promises a blaze. Now I’m in the mood to doll up in waspish waisted dresses printed in a loud floral with “power shoulders.” And I’m definitely digging up my matte red lipstick and black-as-my-heart eyeliner. Mood: NOIR. And I’m feeling most Femme.
Ann Southern showing off her fatale allure
Again, Ann Southern in pure Bloom Noir.
Just gearing up for the new year, and ran across this amusing bit on youTube. I wonder what the future brings to my wardrobe.
Have I mentioned that I’m a big fan of the red, white & blue? I am totally digging the fresh color scheme of true Americana. Usually reserved for my spring & summer wear, I’m making an exception this year due to the recent find at a certain Yolo county thrift store of a fire-engine hand-knit golf cap and coordinating blue knit scarf with white and red stripes. Somehow it seems to go with everything, including my bestest coat ever, the vintage 1960’s cheetah sport. It didn’t take much for me to add my vintage Italian leather purse and a couple of vintage flower broaches to color me all-American. Everything but the green tank and ankle boots are second-hand, either scored from a friend, or a thrift store. The tank, like everything else I buy brand new, is from Target, and the boots are salvaged from a Halloween costume I wore a few years back, when I dolled up as a saloon girl. The fact that the whole ensemble was incredibly warm and comfortable while making me feel colorful and stylish was an added boon. When it comes to thrifty style, I feel most patriotic.
A classic image taken by a class act. Irving Penn’s impact is immense, on fashion, on photography. Many words can & will be spilt about the myriad of iconic images he produced in his long career. I’ll leave it to a brief & elegant equivilant of a thousand. Rest in peace, Mr. Penn. You are already missed.
Got a snazzy new red knit red cap recently and it’s a good cover for my recent buzz-cut. Also pretty snazzy is my new cat Boris and I couldn’t resist snapping some shots of him looking quite striking on the red couch and red plaid throw. We make a toothsome twosome, don’t you think?
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