Jane Birkin, from the pages of Vogue UK March 1972. Ever since dressing as a Pierrot for Halloween, I've become a little obsessed with the costume (and the idea of someday trying it again, only with more prep time and attention to detail.) She makes an awfully chic Pierrette here, and in Dior to boot!
I found this image over on Youthquakers, one of my very favorite sites to browse. It reminds me of the time I spent on Work-Study at McHenry Library at UCSC, not-so-subtly sneaking off during my shift to pour over their huge collection of hard-bound vintage US Vogue magazines. I still have stacks of the pages I photocopied, Veruschka and Marissa and Penelope et al.
Thanks to Alex, I just came across this amazing set of images by weetstraw on Flickr (do check out the rest!) Apparently, they are scans from a book entitled The Great Cities / Paris from 1977, and photographed by Raghubir Singh.
I always keep my eyes out for wonderful old books like this when rummaging through thrift shops (along with copies of National Geographic from the '70's) and while I've made some scores, I've never found anything quite this amazing. Ah well--to Amazon we go!
Odds are you may have already seen these photos over on Liebe Marlene, but I had to go ahead and post them anyways, because they are so perfect and amazing. It's like Wendy Bevan has both the keys to my heart and a direct telephone line into my brain.
And can we just talk about the hair? I would seriously have gotten a soft perm about 30 minutes ago if I wasn't afraid my hair was going to fall out from having to dye it regularly as well. Guess I gotta choose one: golden mane or dishwater blonde curls??
My fake Christmas list, continued. Part I is here.
a)
It's really hard for me to settle on just one style of Swedish Hasbeens to wish for...but at the moment, these are exactly what I need to be clomping around in, paired with thick black tights and something short and flowy.
Clearly, my decade of choice. This book looks amazing.
c)
Even though I would just fill it with painfully inane things like grocery lists and notes from magazines I'm too broke to buy, an unlined, pocket size, glossy red Moleskine is truly a thing of beauty.
e)
Last year, my sister bought me the most beautiful teapot from Roost. It's incredibly delicate, and the fact that I have made it almost a full year without smashing it gives me confidence that I could own something as precious as this Jonathan Adler whale pitcher. I've been a bit obsessed with it ever since I saw the butter dish in Domino ages ago. And there's a shoe too!
I'd love to know: what's the best/nicest/prettiest thing someone's ever given you for Christmas?
Poking around the Chloé campaign archives over on TFS, I started getting all nostalgic over my earliest encounters with the label. I remember while pouring through beat up, third-hand copies of Vogue and W in high school art class looking for photos to tear out or to draw from it was always a little thrill to come upon a Chloé ad. They were just so beautiful and nostalgic in precisely the way I so wanted to emulate--then and now.
This last one is actually an ad from 1987. I really want to see more vintage Chloé pieces and images, especially the 70's Karl-era stuff. I imagine that some of it is probably pretty awful...and that I'll probably secretly like it anyways.
Guh, ok, how painfully adorable is this??? I came across this charming video, a genuine 8mm school project from the 70's, by complete accident last night while Googling the accompanying song by Melanie. Alecwally23, I hope your sister got an A+!!
Definitely looking forward to some sun-drenched, Anita Pallenberg inspired days in the coming weeks (though rumor has it it's been a bit gloomy back home recently, no surprise there.) Oh, and every year I tell myself I'm going to splurge and buy some NARS bodyglow, but I never do...it smells so good, but it's so dern pricey! (Photo from RUSSH #18, scanned by me)
Her wardrobe in these two films essentially sums up everything I would like to wear, and the sort of person I would like to be, forever and always. I kinda loathe the phrase "style icon," so let's just says she's my...sartorial superwoman?? (Yeah, that might actually be worse.)
I don't know if any of you guys have been following the development of Neil Krug's PULP Art Book as obsessively as I have, but he just released this rad little commercial for it:
Tripppyyyyy!
Dunno though, after months of being teased via his flickr photostream, and watching the book's publishing date be pushed progressively back and back, I'm beginning to lose hope in ever actually obtaining this piece of wonder. Wish I could afford a print, oh maaaaan! This would look so choice hanging above my goatskin rug...
A few pages from the 1978 edition of the yearbook for my bf's alma mater. I found it in a thrift store a few blocks from my house, and gave it to him for Christmas. It's pure gold! Hopefully someday I'll get around to scanning more of it...
