tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42342271673588881542024-02-19T06:35:34.081+00:00TinTrunkTinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-60560843840433901052011-01-24T10:41:00.000+00:002011-01-24T10:41:47.633+00:00Frenchmen's Fashions, 1947Finding historic accounts of men's fashions can be a challenge. For the most part, women's fashions dominate surviving records for obvious reasons: fashion has long been assumed to be a largely feminine preoccupation, women's fashions have a faster turnover of trends so there's always some new novelty to observe, and they tend to be more dramatic and eye-catching. Equally, while a woman's appearance was (and frequently still is, sadly) considered to be the most pertinent and interesting aspect of her being, a man's appearance was taken to be the least important thing about him, unless it was particularly remarkable or curious. Men were judged, and recorded, on different criteria - skills, talents, character, achievements - with their wardrobe coming very low on the list, if at all.<br />
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As a result, there's a real lack of detailed descriptions of everyday men's wear since it was usually considered of no importance or relevance. Which is why this short piece, 'Frenchmen's Fashions,' published in the seventh Saturday Book in 1947, is such a treasure. Written by Honor Tracy, it provides a precious snapshot of men's fashions in Paris in the immediate post-war period.<br />
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Honor Tracy (1913-1989) was not a fashion correspondent but a well-known journalist and writer. She had served during the Second World War in the British Women's Auxiliary Air Force from 1939 to 1941 in the intelligence department before joining the British Ministry of Information from 1941 to 1945. As well as working as a columnist and foreign correspondent for the The Observer, she wrote for the Sunday Times and the BBC and published several books, both novels and travelogues. We must be grateful to her for directing her shrewd, wry and often amused eye upon a subject that might well have seemed frivolous or irrelevant in the context of post-war devastation in Europe. Since this was published in 1947 it is likely to have been written in 1946, only a year after the end of the war.<br />
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Honor Tracy begins her article by proposing that dress is an expression of the self, and that those who might seem to be dressed inappropriately - an example she gives is "a very fat lady in a scarlet dress" - are in fact expressing the self they imagine or wish themselves to be. She notes that in most of Western Europe, this "romantic urge" in dressing is confined to women, with men content to disappear into the background, preferring conformity to the unconventional. I'll let her take over from here:<br />
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<blockquote>It is pleasant then to find the men of Paris standing out against this tradition and clothing themselves in a manner which not only would appear to express some inner and secret self but which cannot fail to make an ineffaceable impression on all who behold it. And here is a curious paradox: while Parisian women are said to be the best dressed in the world and it is taken for granted in Paris that feminine apparel is a serious affair, it is the male attire in this city which catches and rivets the eye of the stranger as he sits in a café and sees the world hurrying past: and these effects are produced, woman’s thunder stolen, with no apparent effort, with even a kind of nonchalance as admirable as it is mysterious.<br />
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For men are not, like women, bullied and nagged by the great houses of Parisian couture. They have no tradition and no accepted standards to guide them. At the most, the tailor’s sheets may let fall a hint or two from time to time; under the sketch of a man in canvas trousers, rope sandals, striped jacket reaching to knee and straw boater draped with constrasting scarf, for example, we may find these words of restrained advice: ‘a sailing holiday along the Breton coast calls for the appropriate outfit.’ A friendly suggestion, no more: should the holiday-maker prefer to set sail in pleated shorts and jumper with a border-pattern of shrimps or lighthouses, no eyebrows will be raised. And it is precisely this freedom which gives to the male costumes their freshness and excitement: while none can foresee how they will finally appear, few, once they catch sight of them, would allow a single item to be changed.<br />
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On the first warm day of the year a man was seen strolling up the Champs Elysées. He was wearing white stockinet plus fours with a green alpaca jacket and butterfly tie. Nothing very remarkable in that, perhaps, but with a little stroke of genius he had crowned the ensemble with a bowler hat. This gift for detail which seems surprising at first but then is seen to be inevitable, is the mark of the true artist, such as it is the glory of France to produce in great numbers.<br />
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One characteristic of French male costuming is its great fluidity, its restless changeability, that capriciously and wilfully rejects all that went immediately before. To take one example, the Frenchman of our mothers’ day was noted for wide, baggy trousers that nestled about his pumps or elastic-sided boots in concertina folds: if the illustrated papers of the time may be believed, it was almost a national costume: whereas James Laver says, ‘nothing marks the modern Frenchman more than the comparative tightness of his trousers.’ And not merely trousers in the limited sense, either, but breeches, shorts and plus-fours, the last being especially restricted in width although, as if in compensation, descending to within six inches of the ground. And it is this restlessness above all which betrays the romantic conception that he has of himself, for while in England striking innovations are made only by cranks or cads, in France a constant search goes on for something new: no, the Frenchman appears to say fretfully to himself as he surveys his reflection in the glass, this is not quite the thing yet, it is not <i>me</i>.<br />
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In the piping days of 1938, the note was of controlled exuberance. Overcoats were cut lavishly and waisted neatly, something along the lines of a <i>robe de style</i>, shoes were gay and multi-coloured, jackets were immensely tucked and pleated and flounced: favourite shades for summer and winter alike ranged from lilac to <i>vert pomme</i>.<br />
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The idea behind it was plain: in spite of the unhappy rivalries and dissensions between the two countries, the Parisian of the ‘thirties wished to look as much as possible like an English gentleman. His shoes were spoken of in catalogues as for the <i>footing</i> or the <i>trotting</i>. Extremists came to London for their clothes, although increasingly they were apt to hand them over to their own tailors for the special finishing touch. They went to their offices in hairy, shapeless tweeds, which smothered them in mild weather or became waterlogged after a five-minute shower, and which they would always describe as ‘très pratique.’</blockquote><br />
As vivid as the pictures Honor conjures up are, she appears to have set up two competing impulses in French men's fashions: a carefree and exuberant experimentalism in dress, not hidebound by convention as their contemporaries over the Channel were (who might well have considered some of the outfits she describes as outré, bordering on the effeminate), and at the same time an urge to copy those conventional Englishmen. To be fair, she later clarifies these contradictory elements, describes in detail the Frenchman's preoccupation with correct, 'classic' dress, and sums up the "French male costume at its best" as "a nice blend of reason and fantasy, harmonizing the wishes of the individual with what he conceives to be the demands of the community."<br />
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It might also have been useful to have some indication of the social class of the stylish gentlemen she is discussing, but I'm sure it's fair to assume we are not talking about working class men, especially given those "extremists" who patronised London tailors. Of course, its ridiculous to gripe about this minor oversight - we're lucky to have this account at all. And Honor has many more fascinating observations to make as she turns to the 'present day' in Paris:<br />
<blockquote>Today the scene has changed completely. The first impression is one of grimness and austerity. The ordinary Frenchman is now dressed in a vile garment known as a <i>canadienne</i>, or shapeless reefer jacket with fur collar, knickerbockers, white German socks and hobnailed boots, with or without leather gaiters buttoned to the knee. So dressed he goes to work, to dine or to the cinema, or strolls along the boulevards looking the women critically up and down.<br />
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Another deplorable feature of post-war fashion is the peaked cap for civilians: this, however, is so far confined to districts like Strasbourg, St Denis and La Vilette, and goes with a grubby raincoat and a toothbrush moustache. Small boys wear rabbit skins sewn together when it is cold and dungarees or battle-dress when it is warm.<br />
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Here, again, the question is, what are they aiming for? Do they enjoy looking like that? Do any group of people on the face of this globe wish to look as they mostly do at present, or, for that matter, do anything else as they would like? Textiles are short in France and, since – a grave pity in the view of most – the French do not export their male fashions, very few are being made. Further, a great factor in French life this year has been the American war surplus: a <i>canadienne</i> may be the only jacket available. A Frenchman may be no more delighted to wear it than he is to go the Opera in a jeep, but possibly he has no choice.</blockquote><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm adding this cautiously, but it really was too good to miss. Jean Paul Sartre wearing one of those "vile" canadiennes in Paris in 1946, photograph by Henri Cartier Bresson. <a href="http://lushlight.tumblr.com/post/1230476828/nome-de-plume-jean-paul-sartre-henri-cartier">Source</a>.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><blockquote>It would be ungenerous, then, to complain that Frenchmen look like people dressed in American war surplus: and it would be false as well, for their remarkable achievement is to look somehow like people coming straight from the <i>maquis</i>. They have the air of men who have buried their weapons in the hills and have come flocking to town to rally at the Vel. D’Hiv. Probably, they know this and are pleased by it, for resistance, at one moment de rigeur, then again rather bad form, now has all the chic of far-off hopeless things, like the cause of Bonny Prince Charlie.</blockquote>I have to jump in again here because this is too good! Is this the first sighting of a post-war 'rebel chic'? There's no suggestion here that this is trend adopted solely by the young, as you might assume. Clearly it was a matter of expedience rather than choice - there simply weren't adequate clothing supplies to provide a choice - but it was the <i>manner</i> in which the American military surplus was worn, with a suitable swagger intended to associate the wearer with the rebellious heroes of the resistance.<br />
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American goods had a huge impact on Europe after the war, and not just the huge quantities of their military surplus which provided cheap and practical clothing either. Americans donated tons of second-hand civilian clothing, which were shipped over and distributed in local markets in some of the most devastated areas in Europe. In Poland this gave rise to the phenomenon of the 'Bikini Boys,' who proudly wore flamboyant American leisure wear, flourescent-bright socks and the luridly hand-painted ties which earned them their nickname. I wonder if that civilian clothing reached Paris too? You'd expect the Zazous to have feasted upon it!<br />
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There's so many interconnected strands you can pull from this article, forgive me. Let's get back to it:<br />
<blockquote>Not that goods are ever displayed in shops as ‘très resistant’ or ‘bien maquisard’ or that male fashion papers ever give the man in the street any tips on the subject. <i>Adam</i>, which is a sort of male <i>Vogue</i>, continues to live in a world of its own, inhabited by enormous blond men with steely blue eyes and the shoulders of a gorilla, bronzed by a lamp, scented with Aroma 3 and dressed in dainty smokings of midnight blue, belonging to Clubs such as Magdalen College or Rules and wearing whatever old school tie happens to tone with their complexion. But the Frenchman is above all a realist: since he knows well he can never be a blond gorilla with eyes of steel he makes no especial effort to look like one; instead, he prefers to give the impression that he has just blown up a railway bridge. </blockquote>Lovely stuff! This is street style. The fashion media didn't even acknowledge it. Sorry, I'll shut up again:<br />
<blockquote>If the style <i>maquis</i> is the most common in Paris at the moment, next after it comes the style <i>marché noir</i>: and this, as befits an organization as vast and as ramified as the French black market, rings a good many changes. In its simplest form, it merely consists of wearing clothes that are much too tight. Jackets no longer button, trousers creak anxiously as the owner sits down: these are worn by the small fry, by the clerks, petty officials, grocers, concièrges and mechanics who are making enough money to eat as they never ate before, but not enough to buy new clothes. They are to be found smiling over the menu in those comfortable homey little bistros in the centre of Paris, where the price of dishes is not marked and where the best dishes are not even written down. After them, are the people who could buy themselves a dozen new suits if they chose but, feeling that life is uncertain and the future shrouded in darkness, prefer to put their money into things that will not only last but, at a pinch, can be negotiated: gems flash from their fingers and neckties, their ladies are loaded with diamonds in such profusion they can hardly set one foot before the other. And finally come those kings and emperors who, having weathered the occupation, the liberation and the purge, pursue their way with a serene confidence in the future of France and are modestly content with the best of everything.</blockquote>At last, some indication of class in relation to dress, which gladdens my nitpicking historian heart. This must have been a period of great upheaval and uncertainty, when everything was up in the air and people were waiting to see how all those pieces fell. It looks like some of those pieces had already fallen by the time this was written: the super rich, as ever, remained in their privileged bubble.<br />
<blockquote>In general, this cramping influence of economics upon style is to be deprecated and all must look forward to the time when fancy may blossom again as in the palmy days between the wars.</blockquote>And there I will leave it. I make no apology for quoting Honor Tracy's article at length, because it really is valuable first-hand testimony from someone who was apparently familiar with pre-war Paris as well as being 'on the ground' at a crucial moment in the aftermath of the war.<br />
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However, it's still an outsider's account, and who knows what subtleties she might have missed from her (presumably) middle-class English perspective. She mourns the loss of the Frenchman's flamboyance, but fails to see that it might be the start of something new. Instead, she hopes for a return to the pre-war "fancy" of frivolous and romantic dress. I have some sympathy here - honestly, I'd love to see some photographs of her pre-war exemplars of male Parisian fashion in lilac and apple green - but I can also see the rugged appeal of dressing like a freedom fighter by adopting the cast-offs of the liberating forces.<br />
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As for those "vile" canadiennes, A.P.C. produced a rather creditable version last season.<br />
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Two things have prompted this post. The first was finally deciding to sell a treasured mid-60s <i>Cathy McGowan's Boutique</i> mini mac that's been in my personal collection for years. You can take a peek at it right <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62530085/vintage-60s-mod-black-mini-mac-cathy" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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The second was the ever wonderful Miss Peelpants, who, as well as kindly offering her opinion on my mac, posted some scans from the first ever <a href="http://emmapeelpants.blogspot.com/2010/11/cathy-mcgowans-boutique.html" target="_blank"><i>Cathy McGowan's Boutique</i> catalogue</a> on her blog.<br />
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Its hard to gauge precisely how well known Cathy McGowan is these days - are teenagers aware of her in the same way that they might know something about Twiggy? - but she was, in her time, just as much of a style icon as La Moss is today (whatever you might think about her).<br />
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As presenter of <i>Ready, Steady, Go!</i> from 1964-66 she demonstrated an unerring sense of style that proved hugely influential to the hordes of young teenage girls who were avid viewers of the TV show, tuning in not just to see the latest pop sensations and dance steps, but Cathy's new outfit of the week.<br />
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I have four copies of <i>The Mod's Monthly</i> magazine from 1964, which I've covered <a href="http://tintrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-cant-keep-up-with-mods.html" target="_blank">before</a> and no doubt will plunder again at some point, and Cathy features largely in all of them. Quite naturally since she was famously known as the "Queen of the Mods."<br />
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In issue number one (see above) her role was confined to modelling some fetching pieces, including a dress she designed herself. But by issue two she has virtually taken over the publication:<br />
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This two-page article is worth reading - well, they <i>all</i> are! Click on the pics for the full size scans - for its fantastically detailed snapshot of a scene that was changing incredibly rapidly. Trends might come and go in the space of a week or two, which is one of the reasons the magazine failed to survive - who could keep up? Least of all a monthly magazine with lumbering print deadlines.<br />
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Cathy addresses fashions, of course, but also the music scene of which she was a devoted fan, with all the breathless, girlish enthusiasm she brought to her broadcasting.<br />
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Towards the back of the magazine, Cathy returns with her "Mod Snips" - a kind of stream-of-consciousness ramble that demands to be read in a hectic amphetamine-like rush. And, sweetly, she admits that whilst her over-sized bag is a "must" for Mods, "she has never been able to find anything to fill hers!"<br />
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This article from issue three has some terrific insights into the state of American youth fashions at the time, courtesy of Cathy's report of a trip to New York. She went hoping for inspiration but was rather disappointed: "No one it seems can be bothered to step out of line and try to create an extremely new outfit. No wonder they thought I was from another planet."<br />
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And another babbling "Mod Snips" covers everything from Tommy Tucker to red mohair suits and a new make up for sensitive skins that Cathy carefully doesn't mention by name (but you can write to her for the details).<br />
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June's "Mod Miscellany" highlights some androgynous casual fashions for the girls, including the recommendation to buy John Stephens' "smashing" hipster jeans for boys and the news that "we will all start to look very 'French' come autumn." You read it here first!<br />
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A very short "Mod Snips" ends this trawl of Cathy's contributions to the issues of <i>Mod's Monthly</i> in my possession. "Nobody's still wearing white stockings are they?" - ouch, they certainly weren't after that! You can sense her awareness of her own power as an arbiter of fashion in that curt little dismissal.<br />
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Of course, being so closely identified with the Mods, it wasn't that long before Cathy found <i>herself</i> out of fashion as they gave way to the freaky, psychedelic onslaught of the hippy movement. If you live by the sword . . .<br />
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Sorry, that's not an awfully positive note to end on. We love you Cathy! (That's better).TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-29854631427151315612010-09-01T12:06:00.004+01:002010-09-01T18:34:51.045+01:00Cabinet of CuriositiesLast week I came across <a href="http://vincentinorbit.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">OIOI</a>, an art blog that is currently inviting submissions to an ongoing project called "Cabinet of Curiosities - Portrait Gallery." I read the <a href="http://vincentinorbit.wordpress.com/2010/08/22/project-brief-for-the-cabinet-of-curiosities-portrait-gallery/" target="_blank">brief</a>, really enjoyed the selections that had been presented so far, and <i>had</i> to have a go myself.<br />
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The basic idea is to select nine objects that mean something to you and photograph them. These 'portraits' are shown without captions, presumably to allow the viewer to conjure up their own stories, impressions and connections. But apparently its ok to offer a bit more detail on your own blog or website. So I will.<br />
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My personal criteria for selection was simply that the objects had to be near to hand, which immediately says something about their position in the hierarchy of my possessions, and could fit onto the coffee table I was using as my neutral background. I chose quickly, without much thought or deliberation.<br />
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Please view the beautifully minimal <a href="http://vincentinorbit.wordpress.com/2010/08/31/cabinet-of-curiosities-portrait-of-sarah-norris/" target="_blank">presentation</a> on OIOI first, and then, if you want to know a little more, there's a few details below.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">My curiosities</span></b><br />
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La Brise celluloid folding fan - you pump the handle to make it spin. A marvellous little gadget that works surprisingly well.<br />
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Co-op delivery man's money bag, used by a food delivery man in St Helens, Lancashire during the Second World War. It has his number disc and a whistle on a chain. It also still had little paper cash bags inside.<br />
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Promotional pencil. A good, honest, straight-forward slogan.<br />
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Polish wooden peg doll - I like that she is rather sturdy, sensibly dressed and credibly a young girl. She can stand up on her own, with those large flat feet, unlike the attenuated, cartoonish Barbie with tiny high heels. This doll has been my buddy icon on Flickr for a good few years so I must relate to her at some deep level! I also remember having a very similar wooden doll made by Galt Toys when I was little, so there you are . . . <br />
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Necklace worn by the female impersonator <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/sets/167864/" target="_blank">Jimmy Slater</a>. In his later years he was a well-respected pantomime dame and I can imagine that this necklace, with its exaggerated scale (the cream beads are the size of gobstoppers), would have been worn for his roles as Widow Twankey or one of the Ugly Sisters.<br />
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Carved bone binoculars - a souvenir of Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee in 1897. One lens has a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanhope_%28optical_bijou%29" target="_blank">Stanhope</a> with portraits of her in 1837 and 1897, the other has "The principal royal residences": Osborne, Windsor Castle, Balmoral and Kensington Palace. The scale of this is impressive too - about 2 cm across at its widest point. Incredible, miniaturised technology employed to make what is basically a novelty charm.<br />
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Set of speckled bakelite clips - possibly for hanging photographic prints to dry? Their appeal seems quite obvious to me!<br />
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Quite what these nine objects say about me I'll leave you to decide. This was such fun to do and I'm very pleased that Vincent, the author of OIOI, decided this collection was worthy of featuring on his blog.<br />
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Why not have a go yourself? Here's the <a href="http://vincentinorbit.wordpress.com/2010/08/22/project-brief-for-the-cabinet-of-curiosities-portrait-gallery/">instructions</a> again, in case you missed them at the top.TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-68801850748752970902010-08-29T16:29:00.007+01:002010-08-30T17:20:53.564+01:00The Toggery: Stockport's rock'n'roll tailor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Toggery-jkt-800x1067smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="507" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Toggery-jkt-800x1067smw.jpg" width="380" /></a></div><br />
I found this jacket at Stockport's flea market about four years ago. The stall holder told me he bought it for 13 guineas when he was 16 years old from a local menswear shop called The Toggery. Judging by its condition, it looked like there had been few occasions (if any) when he had summoned up sufficient courage to wear it. Its quite a piece.<br />
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Of course, I was filled with curiousity about The Toggery so I looked it up online and most of the references I discovered related to the 1960s band The Toggery Five, managed by the proprietor of the shop, Michael Cohen, who obviously supplied their enviable wardrobes as well. Olaf Owre has composed <a href="http://www.manchesterbeat.com/groups/toggery5/toggerystory.php" target="_blank">a very thorough account</a> of the band's story, and there's some <a href="http://www.toggery-five.com/id5.html" target="_blank">fabulous pictures</a> of them on the original singer, Frank Renshaw's website. Including this one:<br />
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Graham Nash of the Hollies had worked there and, in fact, Michael Cohen went on to become their manager too.<br />
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This shop was evidently a leading source of ultra fashionable menswear in the north west during the 1960s, and supplied 'fab gear' (apologies, it seemed appropriate!) to numerous local, regional, and not so local, bands. <i>Including</i> the Beatles and the Rolling Stones<i> </i>(allegedly)<i> </i>- we'll come to that soon enough.<br />
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The Toggery, it was becoming clear, was an historically significant nexus of the music and fashion scenes of the time, so how come I'd never heard of it? <br />
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Anyway, some people I know, of a certain generation, remember The Toggery vividly. My mum worked at a branch of Boots which was opposite The Toggery, and fondly recalls glimpsing the steady procession of handsome young men who patronised the shop. Joe Moss remembers getting his best ever suit from The Toggery in his younger days, not to mention boots and numerous shirts. He also has a friend called Pete Maclaine who used to work there, who was still in touch with Michael Cohen himself.<br />
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I wondered if it would be possible to interview Mr Cohen to find out more of this story, and, thanks to the kind efforts of Pete Maclaine, it turned out it was. What follows is material drawn from an interview with Michael Cohen conducted on 5th August 2009, with Pete and Joe in attendance (and sometimes chipping in).<br />
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<b>An aside</b> - Pete is a significant player in the Manchester music scene himself. As <a href="http://www.manchesterbeat.com/groups/petemaclaine/petemaclaineandtheclan.php" target="_blank">Pete Maclaine and the Dakotas</a> (later Pete Maclaine and the Clan) he has been a musician for nearly 50 years, and is still going strong. His band were the first from Manchester to play the Cavern in Liverpool, and he has the unusual distinction of having had the Dakotas <a href="http://www.hoscar.demon.co.uk/history_early_years.htm" target="_blank">stolen from under him by Brian Epstein</a>, who installed <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_J._Kramer" target="_blank">Billy J. Kramer</a> as the lead singer instead. He has a phenomenal store of anecdotes about the music business and his adventures in it, (this <a href="http://www.citylife.co.uk/music/news/2614__the_man_who_said_no_to_the_beatles" target="_blank">article</a> has a few good ones) not to mention an inexhaustible fund of jokes and patter.<br />
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Michael Cohen is a third generation tailor. His grandfather first opened his business over 100 years ago in Oldham and Michael was brought up in the trade, acquiring skills in every aspect of tailoring. As a young man, he was working in the family business with his father - they had, by then, two shops in Oldham - and had ambitions to branch out "all by myself."<br />
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Around 1960-61, at the age of 22, he found a premises in Mersey Square, Stockport and set about making it over to his own specifications:<br />
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<blockquote><b>MC</b>: Well, it was a unique shop because the big window went from [ground] floor to the top of the building . . . Two floors, the window, it was a unique design and the builder, a guy called Frank Salisbury, had never done it before but he did it.</blockquote><br />
I was rather surprised that he had chosen Stockport and not aimed for somewhere in the nearby city of Manchester, but Michael was adamant: "I never thought of Manchester . . . the shop came up in Stockport, and we thought it could be ideal."<br />
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The Toggery stocked an extensive range of fashionable ready-to-wear menswear including Leslie Powell suits, Jimko (trousers and other items), Rael Brook and Ben Sherman shirts. Michael insisted on stocking only good quality brands: "I would never <i>ever</i> sell rubbish."<br />
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A line that proved incredibly popular was the cuban heeled 'Beatle' boot made by <a href="http://www.anellodavide.com/beatle-boot.php" target="_blank">Anello & Davide</a> in London:<br />
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<blockquote><b>MC</b>: I remember having to go to London, had to fill my car up, to get these things . . . And at one time I had 500 pairs, paid for, which I didn't have! <br />
<b></b></blockquote><blockquote><b>Me</b>: So you didn't have them in stock? <br />
<b></b></blockquote><blockquote><b>MC</b>: Didn't have them in stock, and had 500 pairs paid for . . . So I had to go down to London and beg, steal and borrow . . . and get [them].</blockquote><br />
He also noted in passing that those boots "ruined my bloody feet!"<br />
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But it was the made-to-measure business that he was clearly the most passionate about as you can see from the following exchange:<br />
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<blockquote><b>Me</b>: So what kind of style influences did you have, did you have anybody that you emulated or admired?<br />
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<b>MC</b>: [Very vehement] Not at all! We tried to be unique in every way because if you bought something off the peg, off the peg was very stereotyped, so that's why I went into a lot for made-to-measure. I could make the stuff, customise what people wanted.</blockquote><br />
That said, he was keenly attuned to picking up trends and ideas from his clientele:<br />
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<blockquote><b>MC</b>: Yeah, well I think that the important thing to realise and to know is that I was lead by my customers. Whatever they wanted I got. I was working in the dark in some ways. I didn't know exactly what they wanted. But whatever they wanted, I managed to source and get, and supply them.<br />
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<b>Me</b>: Right, so you were actually feeding off your customers' ideas really?<br />
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<b>MC</b>: Of course!</blockquote><br />
Michael had his own workroom in Oldham for custom orders, and sourced a lot of his fabrics from London suppliers. Joe Moss noted that his "range of cloths was so impressive . . . different from anything I'd ever seen," including an "amazing range of mohairs" which were very popular then.<br />
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The "ballpark figure" price of one of Michael's two-piece suits was ". . . in the region of £50" - a considerable sum at the time. He was making "30, 40 suits a week."<br />
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Pete Maclaine remembered that there was a woman called Elsie, who did speedy alterations on the garments, both ready-to-wear and made-to-measure. She sat upstairs, with her back to the front window "sewing away":<br />
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<blockquote><b>PM</b>: . . . if you had any trousers [that] were too long, Elsie upstairs used to alter 'em within that day and you'd come back and they'd all be done . . . Even taking in the cuffs and even tapering . . . She was dead good, Elsie . . . You come in, you bought a pair of trousers too long, you'd leave them, Michael'd measure 'em up, pin 'em up . . . or I would do that as well, cos Michael taught me all the bits I know about tailoring, well, what little of it I know . . . and I would do that, "right, there we are sir, there they are just on the top of the shoe, come back in an hour." </blockquote><br />
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The business was thriving, and within two years the Toggery expanded into the next door premises. At the opening event to mark this expansion, Pete Maclaine and the Dakotas performed a set upstairs, interrupted mid-song by Elsie offering round cups of tea. Pete, totally unphased, took a departure from the lyrics to chorus "We all drink Typhoo teeeeaaa!"<br />
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About two years later, in 1964, Pete was working at The Toggery himself, with the manager Les Machen you can see in the photograph above. I wondered about Michael's criteria for employing people:<br />
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<blockquote><b>Me</b>: Did you have a policy for who you employed? Did you try to pick cool people?<br />
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<b>MC</b>: Well . . . basically yes. They had to fit into the environment of the premises. And have some connection and rapport with the customers.</blockquote><br />
I asked if The Toggery had attracted musicians from the beginning:<br />
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<blockquote><b>MC</b>: No. It all kicked off really when I employed Graham Nash. And obviously he brought his friends in. <br />
<b></b></blockquote><blockquote><b>Me</b>: Was he in the <a href="http://www.hollies.co.uk/goldmineintro.html" target="_blank">Hollies</a> then? <br />
<b></b></blockquote><blockquote><b>MC</b>: No, he was in the <a href="http://www.manchesterbeat.com/groups/fourtones/fourtones.php" target="_blank">Fourtones</a> . . . And then they decided to form the Hollies and it all started from there. Yeah, I made the group suits, and then other people saw them and they took me over to Liverpool to the Beatles. <br />
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<b></b></blockquote><blockquote><b>MC</b>: Yeah. In fact, I measured them first at the <a href="http://www.manchesterbeat.com/venues/manchester_cbd/beatcity/beatcity.php" target="_blank">Three Coins</a> in Fountain Street [this is in Manchester]. What was it, a coffee bar, was it? <br />
<b></b></blockquote><blockquote><b>PM</b>: Coffee bar, yeah . . . owned by Kennedy Street [<a href="http://www.manchesterbeat.com/agents/kennedystreet/kennedystreet.php" target="_blank">Kennedy Street Enterprises</a> was a music agency]</blockquote><br />
Michael made the Beatles suits, leather jackets and leather coats. In fact you can see one of them here:<br />
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Leather gear was a speciality of The Toggery. Michael had "someone in Ashton who used to make all my leather stuff . . . They had a leather factory there," and such an outfit might set you back about £100.<br />
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I've found a couple of brief mentions online about these; one from a Russian forum which gives no credit to the source, but it appears to be <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Stewart" target="_blank">Eric Stewart</a>, then of Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders, later 10CC: "We of course dashed off to Mike Cohen's 'Toggery' tailor shop in Stockport and ordered our first leather suits (in BLUE!!!) and started growing our hair long." Another, from <a href="http://philbrodieband.com/Gerry%20Scanlan%27s%20Page.htm" target="_blank">Gerry Scanlan</a>, of Bitter Suite:<br />
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<blockquote>In 1964 I joined local group Dean Marshall & The Deputies who later changed their name to The Lizards at a request from Pete Stringfellow who became our manager. He dressed us up in green leathers which we brought from Toggery in Stockport, all the Liverpool and Manchester groups brought their stage gear from there (so we were suddenly "cool" and "on our way").</blockquote><br />
The long list of bands and musicians that The Toggery outfitted includes - in no particular order - Brian Poole and the Tremoloes, Lulu and the Luvvers, Pete Maclaine and the Dakotas (naturally), Billy J. Kramer and the Dakotas (ouch), Gerry and the Pacemakers, Dave Berry, Swinging Blue Jeans, Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders, Johnny Peters, not to mention celebrities such as George Best, Jimmy Savile and DJ <a href="http://www.manchesterbeat.com/djs/dj.php#teret" target="_blank">'Ugli' Ray Teret</a>. No doubt there were many others too. The Rolling Stones weren't mentioned so perhaps they never called round.<br />
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What is clear is that the shop became an essential port of call for many touring bands: "People on tours used to go in coaches, and the coaches used to stop outside The Toggery and all the groups used to come in."<br />
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Michael Cohen soon opened two more branches of The Toggery, at Bury and Bolton - the Bolton branch benefitting in particular from its proximity to a nightclub called Cranberry Fold that "used to have all the big stars there. So I did very well." Two of those stars that Michael can recall outfitting were Tom Jones and Engelbert Humperdinck.<br />
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Of course, it wasn't just down to the Graham Nash connection that Michael Cohen's business flourished. He learned from an early age about the value of generating publicity, as this recent small ad of his demonstrates. The photograph probably dates from the late 1920s or early 1930s and shows his grandfather (holding bolts of cloth) and his father on a stepladder measuring up the "tallest man in the world," Lofty, with the "smallest man in the world," Seppetoni, looking on (I have an <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/22559760/" target="_blank">old postcard</a> of this pair, who used to perform in variety shows).<br />
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Unfortunately, Michael talked about this when I had turned off the recorder as we were taking a tea break (lesson learned there), so I can't recall the details of this story. His concluding point was, at any rate: "Well, half of business is promotion, isn't it?"<br />
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A point he proved by mentioning an occasion when he "filled Mersey Square . . . with screaming kids" by booking Jimmy Savile and The Beatles for a promotional event. Perhaps the best story relates not just to The Toggery but his efforts for The Hollies, to boost their single 'Bus Stop' in 1966:<br />
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<blockquote><b>MC</b>: I bought a double decker bus . . . to publicise everything, it was a stunt, and I wrote "The Hollies" and "The Toggery" and got [art] students to paint it. To be truthful, I couldn't get much publicity out of it, so I said to a fellow called Frank Renshaw, I said "Frank, drive it round and [attract] people," and he went under a bloody bridge! And took the top off!</blockquote><br />
I've since learned that this happened on Georges Road in Stockport, which has a very low railway bridge that's <a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=Georges+Road,+Stockport&sll=53.800651,-4.064941&sspn=12.605358,27.641602&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=George%27s+Rd,+Stockport+SK4+1,+United+Kingdom&ll=53.41232,-2.169113&spn=0.012406,0.026994&z=15&layer=c&cbll=53.412416,-2.168975&panoid=7O9UPZhvZ7aDqZgKLFFTHA&cbp=12,36.2,,0,5" target="_blank">still there</a> despite Frank's best efforts.<br />
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There's no doubt in Michael's mind about which was his most memorable customer order. Around 1962 (the date is a little hazy) he made collarless jackets for the Beatles. I asked if this was before the Pierre Cardin style that most people attribute as their influence:<br />
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<blockquote><b>MC</b>: Well . . . I like to think I created it. </blockquote><blockquote><b>Me</b>: Right. So you hadn't seen anything like that before yourself . . . </blockquote><blockquote><b>MC</b>: No. They were something different. In fact, if I'm not [pause] well, I got it from a ladies' catalogue. </blockquote><blockquote><b>Me</b>: So, this was while they were still in Liverpool, was it? Before they'd actually broken nationwide?</blockquote><blockquote><b>MC</b>: That's right, yeah.</blockquote><br />
Michael's jackets were in plain black mohair, rather than the iconic <a href="http://www.gottahaverockandroll.com/LotDetail.aspx?lotid=3293">grey with black trim</a> versions by 'showbiz tailor' Dougie Millings that are so familiar. Is it <i>possible</i> that The Toggery got there first? Some histories of rock and pop fashion might need revising if that is the case. <br />
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The Toggery story came to an end when Michael Cohen's father, Phil Cohen, who was running the Oldham family business, became ill and Michael had to attend to the shop there. He sold The Toggery sometime around 1970.<br />
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There's plenty more research I'd like to do on this. For one thing, all the publicity material, photographs and memorabilia that Michael Cohen once had has been lost "in the moves," and for another the dates are sometimes a little vague. I intend to scour the local newspapers at Stockport Library for advertisements and stories (that bus caper was bound to have made the press, surely?), and if anyone has any memories of The Toggery, pictures or even surviving garments, I'd really love to hear about it - please leave a comment, or <a href="mailto:info@tintrunk.co.uk">email</a> me.<br />
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Michael Cohen for being such a fascinating, patient and gracious interviewee.<br />
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Pete Maclaine for organising and contributing to the interview, and allowing me to use that terrific picture of himself and Les Machen.<br />
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<a href="http://www.frankyoung.info/">Frank Renshaw/Young</a> for permitting me to feature his photographs in this piece.<br />
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Also, I've linked extensively to the excellent <a href="http://www.manchesterbeat.com/index.php" target="_blank">Manchester Beat</a> website, so they deserve a thank you too!TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-65020579182994100122010-08-04T14:23:00.000+01:002010-08-04T14:23:43.194+01:00Following fashion can be hazardous to your health<h2>PLATFORM SHOES</h2><iframe frameborder="1" height="264" name="pathe_flash_embed" scrolling="no" src="http://www.britishpathe.com/embed.php?archive=74056" width="352"><p>Your browser does not support iframes.</p></iframe>TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-26241601569471961392010-08-01T11:23:00.000+01:002010-08-01T11:23:47.076+01:00The Story of a Dress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/SatBook7_p71_800smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/SatBook7_p71_800smw.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> "The Story of a Dress" by Lorraine Timewell, The Saturday Book 7, 1947, pp. 71-80.</span></div><br />
Our dress was designed in England. The scissors point to the North, where the finest fabrics are made. Across the Channel lies Paris - a city of silk. Uniting the fashion centres of London and Paris is a current of industry and needlework. We send them woollens, they send us silk.<br />
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The dress begins in the mind's eye of the designer, Angele Delanghe. Her long, supple fingers are idle only when she is visualizing another design.<br />
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At the age of six Angele Delanghe was draping and pinning her doll's clothes, and she has been designing ever since. In 1914, when Belgium was invaded, she came to England as a refugee with her doll and a precious box of scraps and pieces. Now she is British.<br />
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Mr Strange, of Coudurier Fabrics, the great silk house, knows well how her imagination is fired by fine fabrics, and keeps her informed of his new arrivals.<br />
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In a tiny room she works with the selected fabric straight onto the dummy, its shoulder scarred with pin-marks. In picture one, she is concentrating her mind not on the checked silk, but on the floral printed silk lying on the table by Smuts the cat. She knows exactly what she wants to do with it, and in picture two begins to drape and pin. It is a fine silk in a pale oyster white, with burnt rose and grey outlined flowers scattered over it.<br />
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When the model has been assembled by Delanghe, it goes to the fitter in one of the workrooms, who cuts a pattern in 'toile' from the original. Then, under her supervision, the dress goes into the hands of the young sempstresses. In the picture above the moment of judgment has arrived. Miss Garner, the fitter, is taking the completed model to be tried on by a mannequin and viewed by Delanghe.<br />
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Audrey Kenney, the mannequin, with her head in a bag, is helped into the dress. The bag protects the fabric from lipstick and powder, and protects also her new 'hair-do.'<br />
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The date for the showing of the collections for each new fashion season is decided by agreement amongst the various designers, or couturiers. In London, they are known as the 'Big Ten' - the Incorporated Society of London Fashion Designers. Their present president is Norman Hartnell, and Delanghe is one of the 'Ten.' The eve of the collection finds the models facing their most formidable audience - the people who made them. The dress whose story we have been tracing (it has a name now, 'Madame Butterfly') passes the critical inspection of the staff. Then the clients arrive on the important day.<br />
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This is what they see: the soft feminine grace of 'Madame Butterfly,' which resembles an old oriental painting in the lines of the drapery, and has a short kimono-type sleeve.<br />
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They also see 'Madame Butterfly's' 44 companions, including its opposite number, 'Gleneagles.' Some of the models are never again seen in England: they go to the United States and elsewhere abroad.<br />
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And what next? The fabric manufacturers, the button makers, the fashion-supply companies, the printers, the Press, the fitters, the sempstresses, the secretaries, the telephonists have all been involved in the life of 'Madame Butterfly,' the demure navy and white checked afternoon dress (left), which we saw being designed on the stand, and their companions. Well, Angele Delanghe is looking abstracted. 'I am thinking of the next collection,' she says. And so it begins all over again.<br />
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This photo story appeared in the seventh edition of <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Saturday_Book">The Saturday Book</a></i> - one of those compendiums of miscellany from the arts to anthropology, history and antiquities, social observation, folklore and all manner of diverting stuff - that were once so popular.<br />
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This edition was published in 1947, at pretty much the height of post-wartime austerity and a time when most women could only <i>dream</i> of a new evening gown made of silk, so its interesting to see that Ms Delanghe appeared to have no problem securing such scarce and valuable supplies. But then, as the piece points out, some (most?) of her output was destined for export.<br />
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Its great to see that the author, Lorraine Timewell, chose to feature Angele Delanghe rather than one of the more well known members of the London 'Big Ten' such as Hartnell, Hardy Amies or Digby Morton.<br />
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In fact I've found precious little about her, apart from these scraps:<br />
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Delanghe was an early member of the Incorporated Society of London Fashion Designers, formed in 1942, which included the Hon. Mrs Reginald Fellowes (its first president), Norman Hartnell, Peter Russell, Worth of London, Digby Morton, Hardy Amies, Bianca Mosca, Creed, Molyneux and Michael Sherard. (Information from <i>In Vogue: Six Decades of Fashion</i> by Georgina Howell and <a href="http://www.20thcenturylondon.org.uk/server.php?show=ConInformationRecord.385">Exploring 20th Century London</a>).<br />
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She was known for creating "soft feminine tailored clothing and beautiful romantic eveningwear and wedding gowns" (from <i><a href="http://www.20thcenturylondon.org.uk/server.php?show=ConInformationRecord.385">The Cutting Edge: 50 Years of British Fashion, 1947-1997</a> </i>by Amy de la Haye).<br />
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After the war she took over the Ladies' Outfitting and Ready to Wear Departments at <a href="http://www.shopanddinelondon.com/news-detail.php?id=120020&t=n">Fortnum & Mason</a> and "revitalized" them.<br />
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Former women's editor of the <i><a href="http://www.yorkshirepost.co.uk/250th-anniversary/The-women-who-put-women.816423.jp">Yorkshire Post</a></i>, Valerie Webster, recalls with palpable frustration that she was required to attend "the couture shows of people like Angele Delanghe and Lachasse who made tweedy suits and hefty jewel-encrusted evening gowns for the grouse moors and hunt ball scene." To be fair, this was probably in the early 1960s, and young Valerie was more interested in Mary Quant than grouse moors and hunt balls, and perhaps Delanghe was past her prime.<br />
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This little 'backstage' story of Angele Delanghe's work at least adds a little more to our knowledge of her.TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-17131153514772224622010-07-17T19:12:00.006+01:002010-07-17T19:30:27.032+01:00TinTrunk dips a toe into the fashion worldI'm a one-man band, a small-time vintage seller trying to establish a business, and my resources and capital amount to pretty much zero. But sometimes friends can surprise you.<br />
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One friend of mine - Elizabeth - is a stylist with some seriously impressive credentials, and we had talked about organising a photo shoot of some TinTrunk prime stock for some time. Yesterday, thanks to her, it happened.<br />
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There was a pretty vague, bullet-pointed brief about Englishness, eccentricity, awkwardness, unlikely combinations, plus a dash of surrealism and straight-faced humour, and some definite ideas about what to avoid - cosy nostalgia and whimsy, straining for 'authentic' replications of period fashions, chintzy floral teacups, and most of all cupcakes! I'm not a hater by any means, and I'm happy if those aspects of the current vintage trend work for other people, but they just don't work for me. <br />
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Elizabeth suggested I prepare a mood board of ideas and inspirations, which ended up being dominated by some of my collection of old photographs. I love the weird tension of self-consciousness and self-display seen in old snapshots and cheap studio portraits, but I was keen to avoid any kind of sepia-toned, slavish recreations. It was more about taking the mood and atmosphere of these anonymous shots and mixing it up with some David Hockney dandyism/Nancy Cunard decadent glamour/gender mix-up playfulness.<br />
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We had lots of ideas, but only one short day to shoot as much as we could.<br />
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A dear family friend, Helen, agreed to let us use her house and garden as our location. This house was a derelict 18th century farm building that she has, over a period of about 40 years, turned into an exquisite little cottage packed full of fascinating treasures, and surrounded by a lush garden with some surprising features.<br />
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Personally, I was happy to outline the brief and inspirations/influences and let Elizabeth and her talented young recruits run with it, and wait to see what happened. But bless their hearts, I was consulted at <i>every</i> step along the way.<br />
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Here's Rosa, one of the two intimidatingly lovely models, working my 1960s <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/39420448/vintage-60s-emilio-pucci-geometric-print">Pucci</a> skirt with a black and white striped 70s blouse that Elizabeth pulled together (something that would never have occurred to me!), being photographed by the newly graduated <a href="http://sallydavies.site11.com/">Sally Davies</a>. Incidentally, Sally has earned herself a first, and having seen her in action I can understand why.<br />
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<a href="http://sallydavies.site11.com/">Sally</a> here is photographing Rosa with Hugh, our male model, who had a deliciously louche appearance - somewhat like a bored, seen-it-all aristrocrat - although he was in fact a very quiet and sweet young man.<br />
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I didn't take many photos myself, because I was a little bit preoccupied about looking after all my precious stock. Some of the items we used are very collectable (meaning they have some value) and I personally treat them with the care and scrupulousness of a museum curator since any damage, stains or flaws will reduce their value considerably. I tried to switch off that 'conservationist' voice in my head because it was such a privilege to see them worn and styled so imaginatively. This seemed to work for the duration of the shoot, and I'm <i>so</i> glad I stopped myself from intervening too much!<br />
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Helen's rotating summer house, provided a splendid backdrop for Rosa in a 1980s olive green plaid <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/49067127/vintage-80s-green-plaid-cotton-jumpsuit">jumpsuit</a> with vintage 1970s Terry de Havilland snakeskin platform <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/44304514/vintage-70s-terry-de-havilland-snakeskin">shoes</a>, and some bright green gloves that my sister gave me (not for sale, sorry!) Hugh sports some bright yellow trousers that Elizabeth had daringly combined with a 60s tweed women's cape and a bold polka dot <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/31584838/vintage-70s-brown-and-yellow-polka-dot">tie</a>.<br />
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You can also see Elizabeth poised and ready to pounce with a green suede 60s hood, but its anyone's guess as to whether Hugh or Rosa will end up wearing it. Which was one of the best aspects of the shoot - the garments were treated neither reverentially nor conventionally and Elizabeth just went with what seemed to work, based on her highly attuned fashiony instincts.<br />
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So here's a sneak preview of some of Sally's shots, and I'll leave it to you to decide if they fulfilled that brief detailed earlier.<br />
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Not that it matters anyway. I'm cock-a-hoop about them regardless, and I'm looking forward to exploiting them to the full for the forthcoming TinTrunk website, not to mention flyers, business cards, signs, badges, banners, fridge magnets, coffee mugs, t-shirts, mousemats - blimey, there's so much potential!<br />
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My sincere thanks to:<br />
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<b>Elizabeth Cardwell/Moss</b> - super duper stylist and all-round organisational talent.<br />
<b><a href="http://sallydavies.site11.com/">Sally Davies</a></b> - photographer (she can also style and create garments and is a very accomplished all-rounder in all kinds of fashiony stuff).<br />
<b>Kaye</b> - our makeup artist who worked magic on Rosa for this shoot. Once I find out her full name and any website/online details these will be added here.<br />
<b>Rosa</b> - the beautiful female model - ditto for details.<br />
<b>Hugh</b> - the handsome male model - ditto for details.<br />
<b>Helen</b> - for allowing us all to run amok in her fabulous house and garden.TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-7737108993190148012010-07-07T18:16:00.001+01:002010-08-13T18:18:25.485+01:00Get dressed in the NME, 1981-5<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Boydress_191281_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Boydress_191281_400smw.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Boy advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 19th December 1981, page 83. </span></div><br />
Here's the last of the clothing ads from the small pile of NMEs remaining in my possession, and these date from 1981 to 1985. You might notice that most of them come from the bumper Christmas issues, which were the ones I was most likely to keep for their end-of-year summaries, not to mention the hugely enjoyable collections of fatuous quotes from pop stars cherry-picked from the year's interviews.<br />
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So Boy's advertisement (above) for a party dress is rather confusing. It looks like a summer dress to me, especially accessorised with the headband/sweatband. Mind you, "rude print[s]" are appropriate for all seasons - and wouldn't you love to know what that "rude print" they so primly didn't show was?<br />
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Another all season item is the studded leather belt and Tyneway Video (?) has a very nice pyramid stud example on offer, along with wrist bands and boot straps:<br />
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You might remember Roy's Fashions from the previous post, and his December 1981 ad doesn't disappoint:<br />
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Roy's range has definitely gone more New Romantic, with a dashing unisex pirate waistcoat and matching pirate shirt, a balloon-legged unisex Bowie suit and what is billed as a "1920s look" suit, although from that sketch it couldn't look more 1980s to me.<br />
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Are those hippies still here? Well clearly they are, and the Station Shop is still flogging these wretched Afghan coats to them. Just stay out of the rain if you're wearing one - if you've ever smelt a wet Afghan coat you won't want to repeat the experience.<br />
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And now a scanner-stretching long ad from Melanddi, proud suppliers to the Jam, from December 1982:<br />
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The printed canvas jeans remind me that I thought I'd find an ad for Modzart, who were <i>the</i> prime purveyors of printed canvas strides at the time - and I was sure their ads were regularly featured - but I didn't find one.<br />
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Moving swiftly on from that deeply uninteresting observation . . .<br />
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Here's Melanddi's Christmas 1983 ad, with a rather curious "Stiletto Tongue Boot" among its newer offerings. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/black_241283_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/black_241283_400smw.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mark Lord Promotions advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 24th December 1983, page 75.</span></div><br />
Mark Lord Promotions have a novel line in black-dyed military surplus which I'm struggling to associate with any particular youth culture grouping of the time. Its a bit too butch for the goths (hang on, when did New Model Army appear?), maybe a bit too austere for the punks . . . any help here would be much appreciated. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Phaze_241283_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Phaze_241283_400smw.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Phaze advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 24th December 1983, page 75.</span></div><br />
Phaze of Newcastle has some <i>proper</i> cartoon goth gear, including some splendid bleached spider (web) jeans. The note at the bottom that cheques should be made out to "Tyneway Trading" might suggest a link with the Tyneway Video studded leather ad earlier.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Spencers_241283_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Spencers_241283_400smw.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Spencers Trousers advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 24th December 1983, page 75.</span></div><br />
I love the specialist suppliers' ads, and Spencers Trousers' one is a goodie. In case you didn't believe they were "direct from the factory" there's a picture of it right there. Despite the rather conventional graphic design, this ad inspires confidence in their trousers, and will you look at those Bowies - magnificent!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/shuh_241283_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/shuh_241283_400smw.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Schuh pointed bootee advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 24th December 1983, page 75.</span></div><br />
A modest start for one of the familiar names on the British high street these days. Schuh's pointed bootee is rather lovely, and comes in an extensive range of colours, <i>plus</i> leopard skin fabric. I'm picturing Fay Fife of Edinburgh's finest, the Rezillos, in these. <br />
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And here's another familiar shoe retailer, although possibly past its prime now:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Shellys_241283_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Shellys_241283_400smw.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Shelly's of London shoe advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 24th December 1983, page 76.</span></div><br />
I had no idea they supplied footwear to the World Disco Dancing Championship, which is quite some endorsement for the quality of their shoes. The WDDC provided some golden tv moments in the late 70s and early 80s, and there's plenty of clips to enjoy on Youtube. I've just spent far too long watching a few of them, but I failed to spot Shelly's breaker boot with the "disco" sole. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Cavern_221284_600smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Cavern_221284_600smw.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The Cavern advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 22/29th December 1984, page 75. Click on picture for a larger view.</span></div><br />
The Cavern is strictly mod, and I think its rather nice that they name their models. So please meet Carl, Dave and "Boney" Tony.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Phaze_230285_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Phaze_230285_400smw.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Phaze advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 23rd February 1985, page 37.</span></div><br />
Phaze return in 1985 with their goth range, and a smattering of punk.<br />
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And finally, Mark Lord Promotions' 1985 ad (now trading as 'The Mark') has dropped the black dyed combat jackets and gone a bit New Wavey. And the Bowie trousers endure: <br />
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If anyone has any surviving items from these advertisers, or remembers wearing any of this stuff, your comments would be <i>most</i> welcome.<br />
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The only things that I recall having are the Sid-Vicious-on-tv t-shirt I mentioned in the previous post, plus a Boy punk shirt that was a copy of the Sex/Seditionaries ones with a woven patch of Karl Marx and a bleach written message "Only Anarchists are pretty." This I bought from the Boy shop rather than mail order, and, incidentally, was filmed doing so by a Japanese breakfast tv show!<br />
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Oh yes, and some Shelly's extra-thick crepe soled brothel creepers. Ah, memories . . . <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Directory of advertisers</b></span><br />
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<b>The Alien</b>, 20 Corporation Street, Bolton, Lancs (skinhead coats)<br />
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<b>Baxby Fashion House</b>, 227 Portobello Road, London W11 (punk and mod)<br />
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<b>Boy</b>, 153 King's Road, London SW3 (punk)<br />
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<b>The Cavern</b>, 22 Fourberts Place, Carnaby Street, London W1; 19 Ganton Street, Carnaby Street, London W1 (mod)<br />
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<b>Fab-Gear</b>, 42 Call Lane, Leeds (also X Clothes shop premises) (punk/new wave)<br />
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<b>Furs and Jeans</b>, 48 Manor View, London N3 (Afghan coats)<br />
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The General Franchise Co. Limited</b>, 22 Park Grove, Edgware, Middlesex HA8 7SJ (Ted/rock'n'roll)<br />
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<b>J. Holdsworth</b>, 95 Lots Road, Chelsea, London SW10 (punk and mod)<br />
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<b></b><b>P. Leach</b>, 50d Redcliffe Gardens, Chelsea, London SW10 (punk)<br />
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<b>Mainline</b>, 51 Two Mile Hill Road, Kingswood, Bristol, BS15 1BS (punk)<br />
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Mark Lord Promotions</b> (mail order) Ltd, Airfield Industrial Estate, Wellesbourne, Warwickshire CV35 9JJ (black dyed army surplus)<br />
By 1985 advertising as '<b>The Mark</b>' at Unit 9, Western Road Industrial Estate, Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire (new wave)<br />
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<b>Melanddi</b>, 43 Carnaby Street, London W1 (mod, new wave)<br />
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<b>Phaze</b>, 44/46 High Bridge, Newcastle-on-Tyne NE1 6BX (punk, goth)<br />
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Printout Promotions</b>, 28A Abington Square, Northampton (punk, mod, metal)<br />
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<b>Punters Choice by Cadiss</b>, 117 Hammersmith Road, London W14 (slim ties)<br />
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Radar</b>, 1st Floor, Virgin Records, Union Street, Glasgow and 3 Dundas Street, Edinburgh (retail stockist of P. Leach, punk)<br />
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<b>Retro</b>, 26 Union Street, Broadmead, Bristol 1 (mod leather)<br />
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<b>Roy's Fashions</b>, 1st Floor, 45 Carnaby Street, London W1 (new wave, mod, new romantic)<br />
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<b>Schuh</b>, 9 North Bridge Arcade, Edinburgh (new wave shoes)<br />
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<b>Shapes</b>, 252 High Street, Waltham Cross, Hertfordshire, EN8 N78 (hippy/ethnic)<br />
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Shelly's of London</b>, 159 Oxford Street, London W1; 19/21 Fouberts Place, Carnaby Street, London W1; 146 Kings Road, Chelsea SW3 (mod, punk, new wave shoes)<br />
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<b>R & E Spencer Ltd</b>, Sowerby Bridge, West Yorkshire, HX6 2BR (trousers)<br />
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<b>The Station Shop</b>, Lancaster Gate Underground, Bayswater Road, London W2 (Afghan coats)<br />
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<b>Tyneway Video</b>, 6 Goldspink Lane, Sandyford, Newcastle-on-Tyne (studded leather)TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-52947842023445390102010-06-13T14:07:00.001+01:002010-08-13T18:19:33.955+01:00NME fashions, 1980<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/skinhead_201280_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/skinhead_201280_400smw.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">'The Alien' advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 20th December 1980, page 72. </span></div><br />
A brisk canter now through the NME clothing advertisements from my three surviving copies dating from 1980. Starting with an authentically menacing hand-drawn ad for skinhead coats (presumably Crombie style) with a nicely no-nonsense tag line: "Good Coats These."<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/FabGear_201280_600smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/FabGear_201280_600smw.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fab-Gear advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 20th December 1980, page 72. Click image for a bigger view.</span></div><br />
Fab-Gear of Leeds have the new wave angle covered, and their ad indicates that their retail outlet was X Clothes, an alternative clothing business that started in Manchester. Music trivia fans will be delighted to learn that Johnny Marr worked in that Manchester branch just prior to forming the Smiths.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Radar_201280_600smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Radar_201280_600smw.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">'Radar' advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 20th December 1980, page 73. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Click image for a bigger view.</span></div><br />
Radar appears to be a Scottish retailer with shops in Glasgow and Edinburgh, but mail orders are referred to 'P. Leach' of Chelsea, which must be the same company as (possibly misprinted) <a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Bondage_221279_400smw.jpg">'B. Leach'</a> whose bondage trouser ad from 1979 featured in the previous post.<br />
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You'll notice that multi-pleated 'Bowie Trousers' were a firm favourite around this time and several advertisers (in this and the subsequent blog post coming soon) provide their own version of them. <br />
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Baxby's lamentable line drawings inspire little confidence, especially that Crombie in the bottom right corner. Oh dear.<br />
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These days we routinely expect online retailers to provide full colour photographs from every angle, eye-popping zooms and even rotating 360º views, and it makes you realise what a considerable leap of faith it must have been to have sent off your cross-signed postal order based on a tiny, mis-shapen sketch that gives only the vaguest idea of what the garment might actually look like.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Holdsworth_290380_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Holdsworth_290380_400smw.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">'J. Holdsworth' advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 29th March 1980, page 48. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Click image for a bigger view.</span></div><br />
J. Holdsworth's drawings aren't much better, but at least there's a bit more detail. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/punkgear_290380_600smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/punkgear_290380_600smw.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">'Printout Promotions' advertisement for punk gear, <i>NME</i>, 29th March 1980, page 47. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Click image for a bigger view.</span></div><br />
With some of these advertisers you get a sense that there might be some enthusiasm or at least interest in the culture they are <strike>exploiting</strike> catering for, but Printout Promotions isn't one of them. They are just happy to produce whatever seems to be in demand. And there's nothing wrong with that at all, in fact I admire their versatility.<br />
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So above, you'll see the punk range, and coming up below is the rock selection:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/rocksewons_290380_600smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/rocksewons_290380_600smw.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">'Printout Promotions' Giant Rock Sew Ons advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 29th March 1980, page 48. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Click image for a bigger view.</span></div><br />
Heavy Metal wasn't really the <i>NME</i>'s turf (that was more <i>Sounds</i> territory) and this is the only specifically rock-related merchandise ad I found in my small and highly unrepresentative survey.<br />
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Mind you, I can't help warming to that slogan: "Rock on your Chest!"<br />
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And here Printout turns its hand to mod styles with Union Jack emblazoned parka. In fact, I'm sure there were plenty of other subcultural fields that Printout Promotions trained their sights on. An online search turned up a scanned copy of <i>CB World</i> magazine from April/May 1981 featuring a full page ad of theirs with the proud message: "Leaders in the field of personalised CB wear," which presents merchandise including everything from bodywarmers to car sunstrips.<br />
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From versatility to extreme specialisation, let's welcome the self-styled "most exciting Company in the Universe":<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/ties_270980_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/ties_270980_400smw.jpg" width="227" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> 'Punters Choice by Cadiss' slim ties advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 27th September 1980, page 53. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">Click image for a bigger view.</span></div><br />
Punters Choice by Cadiss want to help those of you with overly wide ties, and their Asteroids tie certainly sounds tempting. Interestingly, they accept Access credit cards - the only NME clothing advertiser I've found that does so - but without a telephone number it looks like those ties will remain "Hard To Find."<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Boy_270980_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Boy_270980_400smw.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">'Boy' mail order punk advertisement, <i>NME</i>, 27th September 1980, page 53.</span></div><br />
Boy were one of the, er, big boys of punk clothing and I dearly wish I'd sent off for one of those full colour catalogues.<br />
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This ad has proved useful to me, though, by way of the mention of Kitsch 22. I have an old sleeveless t-shirt with a picture of Sid Vicious on tv (printed sideways) that has a perversely black on black woven label. After much squinting and angling to catch the light on this mystifying label I've discovered that it reads "Kitsch London" and probably came from Boy.<br />
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The t-shirt had been featured in a fashion magazine piece showcasing new t-shirt designs and I must have sent off for it, although I have no memory of doing so. But I kept that clipped picture of the t-shirt (indeed it may still be around, somewhere . . .) and the garment remains in my wardrobe nearly 30 years later.<br />
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Steering back to the business in hand, the blog Planet Mondo has some pictures from the 1981 <a href="http://planetmondo.blogspot.com/2008/01/blackmail-boy.html">Boy Blackmail</a> catalogue that are definitely worth a look.<br />
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I have a soft spot for Roy's ad, which has a lot to do with that black and white block panel mod dress.<br />
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And here's Roy in December 1980 offering not just Bowie trousers but a full Bowie suit for £39.95.<br />
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Finally, its heartening to see that the Teds, Britain's oldest and most venerable youth subculture, were not forgotten in 1980. The General Franchise Company was there to dress them in Polyester Viscose Gaberdine:<br />
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The next post will gather up the remaining NME clothing ads scanned from issues dating from 1981 to 1985, and I'll include a handy directory of all the advertisers just to keep up the nerd quotient. Stay tuned . . .TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-2537610236795201052010-06-11T18:08:00.002+01:002010-08-13T18:20:20.629+01:00What could you buy for £6.90 in 1979?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/ClashJeans_290979_400smw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/ClashJeans_290979_400smw.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">'Mainline' advertisement from the <i>New Musical Express</i>, 29th September 1979, page 63. </span></div><br />
You could treat yourself to some P.V.C. straights - in black, white or *gasp!* pink - as illustrated here in an advertisement by Mainline of Bristol.<br />
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I know punks were supposed to be skinny, but the smallest men's size offered here is an extraordinary 24" waist. This might suggest the target market included some very young punks indeed. <br />
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On my recent browse through what little remains of my <i>NME</i> collection, I was drawn to the clothing ads that featured regularly in its back pages and seemed to cater for nearly every youth culture tribe active at the time.<br />
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Personally, I wouldn't have dreamed of ordering anything from them because I instinctively mistrusted those monochrome line art drawings and assumed that the garments would be shoddy and disappointing. I'm sure this was most unfair in some cases, but when you're school-age and pocket money is tight, you tend to be ultra-cautious about where you spend your money. <br />
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That said, I'd like to hope they would have provided a valuable service to provincial (and especially rural) teenagers, keen to express their tribal preferences in sartorial form, who lived more than a tube ride away from Camden Market or the King's Road. <br />
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So, back in 1979, punks were pretty well catered for as you might expect:<br />
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B. Leach of Chelsea offers tartan bondage trousers at £17.95 (bum flap and 7 straps included), and suggests that you order your fur fabric leopard drainpipes in "the tightest size you can." Those models might have the requisite skinny figures, but they're just not trying hard enough with their hair. Bondage-trouser-man looks like one of Harry Enfield's scousers, and the two women could be Nolan sisters.<br />
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However, it is <i>still</i> the 1970s and the hippies haven't yet been scared away by all those young punks in super tight trousers.<br />
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It looks like its <i>much</i> more expensive to be a hippy than a punk. £34.50 could get you nearly two pairs of B. Leach's bondage strides, or exactly five pairs of Mainline's P.V.C straights, not including p&p of course. <br />
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Maybe its not that expensive being a hippy after all, since Shapes of Waltham Cross, Hertfordshire, is providing printed cotton wraparound skirts for £4.80 and white cheesecloth Kurtas for £2.85. <br />
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But if anyone's known for excessive spending on their wardrobe, its the mods.<br />
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This leather "Crombie Style Topcoat," from Retro of Bristol, costs an impressive £59.95, and I'm sure I don't remember seeing any late-70s-mod-revival mods wearing one. Leather ties, certainly, and possibly the odd leather "Blue Beat" hat, but the coat was probably not a big seller given that price. Plus, maybe I'm a bit conservative, but the idea of a Crombie in leather sounds pretty naff to me. <br />
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That's about it from my two surviving copies of the NME from 1979. There's plenty more ads coming as we plough on through into the 1980s and I'm determined to share them all! <br />
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Authentic punk clothing - with the 'right' labels such as Seditionaries/Sex, Boy and so on - is now fetching big money from enthusiastic collectors. I would argue that the other contemporary youth culture styles are interesting too, not least because very little of it seems to survive.<br />
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People grow out of their teenage enthusiasms and are often quick to bin those embarrassing reminders of their youth as they grow up, start thinking of their careers and/or their new young families, and decide that Pink Floyd were actually amazing despite what Johnny Rotten scrawled on his famous t-shirt. <br />
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The mail-order retailers featured above weren't exactly authentic, but they provided cheaper copies for the majority of people who couldn't afford the originals. I won't get into the arguments about whether this was piracy or not, or about quality issues - it was inevitable.<br />
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You might come across some of this old gear, and some of it might have labels sewn in (this isn't a given - many don't). With my collector/vintage dealer head on, I reckon these ads might be a useful resource for finding out about those garments.<br />
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If you've still got something from one of these companies, or you remember ordering furry leopard print drainpipes from the NME, I'd genuinely love to hear about it.TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-40608469766231499362010-05-11T18:07:00.005+01:002010-08-13T18:20:53.800+01:00Better BadgesI've been thinking about badges recently, and about how important they were to me in my early teenage years.<br />
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As a pupil at a school that required a uniform, badges were one of the few ways to broadcast your sophisticated taste and esoteric musical enthusiasms, and political/ethical concerns if you had any. Of course, there were also the exuberantly biro'ed pencil cases and army surplus canvas bags but that's another story.<br />
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Crucially, they were also very cheap and made ideal pocket money purchases. <br />
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There were important distinctions in the style of badges dependent on your musical preferences. I remember pop music badges in the 70s tended to be large and full colour - a photograph of a beaming David Essex as big as a coaster, for example. Heavy metal fans favoured enamelled metal badges, or the later cheaper versions which were basically a metal square with a shiny plastic sticker, and the obligatory sew-on patches for their frayed denim waistcoats.<br />
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Punk and New Wave fans were more austere in their badge preferences (this was probably a result of limitations in budget and manufacturing capabilities as much as aesthetics). Monochrome tended to be the rule, or maybe two colours at a push, and they were always small. Bold graphic band logos tended to work best at this scale, PiL's being a particularly successful example which worked at every size from button badge to shoulder-spanning back-of-the-leather-jacket artwork. <br />
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I filled up my school blazer lapels from a small record retailer in Lincoln called Sanctuary records, which had a black felt-covered board covered in tiny, ¾" badges from which I made my careful selections.<br />
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Around the same time, I began reading the NME which had a regular advertiser - Better Badges. They placed their tiny box ad on the inside last page, always in the bottom right corner. Happily, I've just found the remains of my NME collection (now reduced to about a dozen copies in total) dating from 1979 to 1985. And the early ones do indeed have Better Badges ads.<br />
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As you can see, they presented their top sellers in a weekly chart and it gives a wonderfully concise snapshot of the popular underground (if that's not a clumsy oxymoron) music scene of the time. Apart from the Jam, who weren't underground at all really (despite <i>that</i> song title, yes I see it!)<br />
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I can imagine little teen mods satisfying their fan worship by stocking up on badges whilst they save up to buy some black and white bowling shoes, just like Paul Weller's.<br />
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Schoolkids usually don't have much money to spend. You might buy a badge of a record before you bought the record itself. Or you might buy the badge <i>instead</i> of the record, and satisfy yourself with a fuzzy tape recording of the track off John Peel. At least you <i>knew</i> about it, and you could let everyone else know you knew about it too.<br />
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Better Badges was great because it was right on the money, producing little mascots of nerdy fandom exactly when you needed them. Before 'everyone else' had heard of them.<br />
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This ad from January 1981 indicates a rising political awareness with the CND badge (Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament) topping the chart. I'm sure it was around this time that I sent off for my copy of the CND booklet <i>Protest and Survive</i>, which scared me witless.<br />
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I honestly can't remember if I ordered badges directly from Better Badges. Being isolated in a village in rural Lincolnshire, I regularly sent off postal orders for records and fanzines, and then raced to beat the dog to the post before she tore the packages to shreds (I still have a few records with teeth marks). The company was also an important producer and distributor of fanzines and its very likely that some of my postal orders went to them, but I'm hazy on this. At any rate, its certain that I wore their badges. <br />
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By December 1981, Better Badges had dropped the chart and just listed their new productions, and the P&P had doubled to 20p.<br />
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The next year - 1982 - I left school and went to art college, and I think my badge-wearing years ended at around the same time. Perhaps I considered them a little gauche and immature now I was a grown-up student (oh dear). It looks like Better Badges stopped advertising in the NME shortly after this too, since my few later copies don't have their ads.<br />
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This enjoyable trawl through old NMEs has lead to a day-long scanning session because I was drawn to the clothing ads in the back pages. So my next few posts will explore the delights of the mail order clothing companies that sold through my (then) favourite music weekly. <br />
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<b>Further reading</b><br />
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I've been very slack about doing research for this post, in fact I haven't done any in my rush to post something after quite a lull.<br />
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If you would like to learn more about Better Badges, check these links:<br />
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A short history of <a href="http://zinewiki.com/Better_Badges">Better Badges</a> and its role in badge and fanzine production and distribution.<br />
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An <a href="http://punkcast.com/owd.html">article</a> by Joly MacFie, founder of Better Badges, which explores how the emergence of cheaper reproduction technologies enabled the DIY/anyone-can-do-it ethos of punk. <br />
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A Village Voice <a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/2003-10-28/news/bootlegger-s-banquet/1">article</a> about Joly MacFie and <a href="http://punkcast.com/">punkcast.com</a>.TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-65764483382636906882010-04-17T18:56:00.002+01:002010-04-18T16:06:25.297+01:00That Tinling feeling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/157Vogue_140437_p120_400w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/157Vogue_140437_p120_400w.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Advertisement for Teddy Tinling's salon from <i>Vogue</i>, 14th April 1937, page 120. From the Gallery of Costume, Manchester. </span></div><br />
What a singular character <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Tinling">Teddy Tinling</a> was! The opening line of the Wikipedia entry I just linked to does a great job of indicating as much, in its customary dry and succinct manner: "[Teddy Tinling] was an English tennis player, fashion designer, spy and author." As a career resumé, that one is pretty hard to beat. Plus he was "openly gay" in the days when that was hardly a safe option.<br />
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These days people might recall the <a href="http://www.petticoated.com/gussie19.htm">frilly knickers</a> he created for the American tennis player Gertrude 'Gorgeous Gussie' Moran in 1949, and the kerfuffle those provocative undergarments caused in the media. <br />
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Tinling made his name creating expertly tailored and glamorous tennis wear for many of the star players of his day, but his career in the <a href="http://www.fashionencyclopedia.com/Sp-To/Tinling-Ted.html">rag trade</a> began much earlier in 1931 when he opened a salon in South Kensington, London, specialising in wedding and evening gowns for the "carriage trade." This was evidently successful because by 1937, when his nicely surreal advertisement (above) appeared in Vogue, he was plying his trade in the much posher environs of Mayfair. <br />
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The Second World War interrupted his fashion career and prompted his drastic career switch to spying for the British Intelligence Corps. I'm sure there's lots of interesting material about his wartime adventures, but sadly they don't appear to be online so I shall press on regardless. <br />
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Shortages of luxury fabrics after the war saw the ever-pragmatic Tinling turning to the growing market of sportswear . . . actually this is all very well documented in the links I've added so I'm going to cut straight to my point and spare you the painful paraphrasing. <br />
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Teddy's tennis wear suggests a fondness for flamboyance, which is certainly borne out in the British Pathé film archive. The <a href="http://www.theswellelife.com/swelle_life/2010/01/fashion-can-be-funny-teddy-tinlings-south-pacific-show-1956.html">swelle life</a> blog has a fabulous post about one of those films so I won't repeat it here (please visit that link to enjoy it, and don't miss <a href="http://www.theswellelife.com/swelle_life/2009/09/old-school-teddy-tinlings-slammin-tennis-couture.html">this post</a> about his tennis gear too). <br />
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Here's more evidence. He embraced rock'n'roll with some delightful garments for teenage fans: <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Tinling_400w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Tinling_400w.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">"Clothes specially designed for Rock'n'Roll enthusiasts by Teddy Tinling, 1957." From Frances Kennett (1983) <i>The Collector's Book of Twentieth Century Fashion</i>, London: Book Club Associates, pp. 88-89. (Apologies for the book binding cutting through the picture - I'm not skilled, or indeed patient, enough to erase that). </span></div><br />
I'm really enjoying that print of clocks and jiving couples (no doubt a reference to Bill Haley's "Rock Around the Clock") <br />
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The elfin model Elizabeth Duke can also be seen modelling some "Jive Fashions" possibly from the same collection (Tinling trousers with a heart-shaped pocket printed with the immortal British rocker Tommy Steele) right <a href="http://www.mediastorehouse.com/pictures_1725881/fashion-tommy-steele-jive-fashions-teddy-tinling.html">here</a>. <br />
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Its clear that Teddy Tinling's gift for tailoring glamorous but practical tennis wear was readily transferable to the demands of energetically jiving rock'n'rollers. Sadly there appears to be no film footage of his teen-rock'n'roll clothing available. <br />
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But there's plenty more camp fashion delights to be found, especially at my favourite resort for vintage footage, British Pathé. And this is one of the best, a 1958 film of Tinling's leisure fashions inspired by souvenirs from his holidays: <br />
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And this short film from 1955 features both his tennis and leisure wear: <br />
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And I'm going to have to include Tinling's spectacular South Pacific fashion show, as featured in the swelle life blog, just so you don't miss it: <br />
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Teddy Tinling's exuberant style has quite won me over. I only wish that there was more information available about his fashion adventures, rather than just his tennis wear (as admirable as it was). If anyone can offer any further information about this I would be overjoyed. All I can say is that I've never come across a single garment with his label on it, and live in hope that I might - someday.TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-30873588782127575332010-04-01T08:21:00.000+01:002010-04-01T08:21:04.446+01:00My April Fool<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/43/111425928_52d968d079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/43/111425928_52d968d079.jpg" width="222" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/111425928/in/set-166926/">gingham man</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/">Trevira</a>. </span></div><br />
In celebration of today's tradition of ruining someone else's morning with a prank* here's an authentic April Fool for you.** <br />
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He certainly looks as if he's up to no good, and the criminal use of one of my favourite fabrics - gingham - only adds to the offence. <br />
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Let this serve as a warning to you. Be on your guard for strange men in crazy gingham outfits today because its likely they will be planning some very unfunny practical joke to inflict on you. They have until 12 pm, so you should be able to relax after that time (everyone knows that April Fool 'jokes' committed after midday mean that the joke's on them, although that's no consolation).<br />
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* Can you tell that I'm not a fan of practical jokes?<br />
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** This is a complete lie. I've no idea if this man <i>is</i> an April Fool - its an old photograph, possibly dating from the 1910s, which seemed appropriate for the day. My sincere apologies for any distress or trauma it may have caused you.TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-26702267887449182292010-03-31T17:02:00.000+01:002010-03-31T17:02:19.713+01:00Daffodils and memories<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/3/6582042_251e71143b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/3/6582042_251e71143b.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/6582042/in/set-72157603790259367/">1940s lady - hand tinted photograph</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/">Trevira</a>. </span></div><br />
This beautiful photograph is a hand tinted 8x10 dating from the 1940s, possibly during the Second World War. A very stylish and attractive woman sits in a picturesque country setting, surrounded by daffodils. She looks so happy. <br />
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Its only when you turn it over that this photograph zaps you with something quite unexpected and moving. On the back is written: "Looking at this now - I realise I was carrying my daughter - how I wish those times could have given me the courage to ignore the moral issues and let nature take its course." <br />
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Suddenly its hard to look at that picture in quite the same way. I imagine this woman was going through her photographs some years later and felt the need to record her regret at the loss of her daughter, perhaps for herself or for her family. Or just to memorialise her child. Her daughter was there in that photograph, only we couldn't know that by just looking at the picture, and neither did she at the time. <br />
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I found this photograph among a whole boxful from the same family, and bought as many as I could afford. Its clear that they later had a son whom they doted on, and enjoyed many happy times and holidays together as a family. I would like to add some more pictures of the family here, or at least links to them, but trying to do both things resulted in me losing all the text I had written in a mass of tangled HTML. So I daren't! <br />
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Shuffling through the pictures you would assume this was a very happy family living a very uncomplicated and picture perfect life, but that little note is a sharp reminder that things aren't always that straightforward. TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-49741579494994277082010-03-22T16:35:00.011+00:002010-03-24T07:40:59.258+00:00Ossie Clark in motion<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Ossie_p79_400x560w.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Ossie_p79_400x560w.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 560px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=tint-21&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1851774076" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /><span style="font-size: 78%;"> Ossie's sketch of ruffled chiffon dress with tie neck, c. 1968-9, from Judith Watt,<span style="font-style: italic;"><i> </i>Ossie Clark 1965-74</span>, page 79. </span></div><br />
Ossie Clark's fashion shows have become the stuff of legend. According to Ossie's long-term friend from his student days, Norman Bain:<br />
<blockquote>These were the first fashion shows that were like happenings, pop concerts and theatre. The feeling was that of a Parisian salon: everybody was there together, writers, artists, actors, dancers. (Quoted in <span style="font-style: italic;">Ossie Clark 1965-74</span> by Judith Watt). </blockquote>Excitingly, British Pathé has three films of Ossie Clark and Alice Pollock's early fashion shows from 1968 and 1969. Alice Pollock was a fellow designer and owner of the Quorum boutique where Ossie became her business partner, and she should <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> be overlooked!<br />
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The earliest film has an issue date of 25 January 1968 so its quite possible it was shot in late 1967.<br />
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It starts with a fashion show at Maxim's in Paris 'by' Elizabeth Taylor, who, the narrator declares, was planning to open her own boutique there with Richard Burton. The narrator notes that this was "Mia Vicki's collection with several numbers dreamed up by Elizabeth Taylor." (I've found a couple of brief references online to 'Mia & Vicki' with no useful information).<br />
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The rather gauche sexiness of the designs is underlined by Richard Burton's approving comment "at last girls look like girls." This was fashion explicitly intended to appeal to men.<br />
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This show presents an interesting contrast with the Ossie Clark and Alice Pollock fashion show that follows it, as the commentary notes: "It seems that minis are in for a knock from maxis, from the bare truth to keeping the guys guessing." The glib narration has hit on a crucial point - Ossie Clark and Alice Pollock designed <span style="font-style: italic;">for</span> women, not simply to make women more appealing to men.<br />
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Of course there's sexiness - sheer chiffons worn without underwear and the odd flash of a breast (sorry, maybe that's the next film, stay tuned!), - but these were garments that didn't beg for male attention and approval but kept the power and sexual autonomy with the wearer. I'm sure that only a small minority of their customers opted to wear those more revealing numbers as they were shown on the catwalk, but it was up to the customer how much they bared, which was hardly possible with the cutaway swimsuits in Liz Taylor's show. <br />
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See what you think:<br />
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Judith Watt notes that:<br />
<blockquote>The show at the Revolution Club, just behind Berkeley Square in Mayfair, in 1968, saw Jimi Hendrix and the Rolling Stones in the audience. Patti Boyd, who only did runway shows for Quorum, wore a cream chiffon dress with a print of blue birds and irritated her husband, George Harrison, in the audience with the rest of the Beatles, by going bra-less. Cynthia Lennon was there too. (<span style="font-style: italic;">Ossie Clark 1965-74</span>, page 84).</blockquote>Well Cynthia certainly wasn't at the next Revolution fashion show - the following film is dated 11 August 1968 - because John Lennon is shown with his "friend" Yoko Ono, both looking equally bored. This might possibly be because Ossie's shows tended to run at least an hour or two later than billed, and I'm sure they were captivated once it actually started - as I hope you will be too:<br />
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Ossie Clark's own notes on this fashion show, written as a 'stream of consciousness' exercise in recall in 1988, are as follows:<br />
<blockquote>'Revolution Number 9.' Pattie Boyd models show at the Revolution and in the press.<br />
'Come on, mother! We're late,' - John Lennon with Yoko looking like a porcelain doll. Kay, Carol tells, a light fell over the stage, like fell over, and he steadied the chair she stepped on, JL. (<span style="font-style: italic;">The Ossie Clark Diaries</span>, page lxiv). </blockquote>Sadly, John Lennon's moment of gallantry wasn't captured by the newsreel cameras.<br />
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This last film is dated 15 May 1969 and consists of unused footage of a fashion show at the Chelsea Town Hall. Well actually, after several viewings I've worked out that there must be footage from another fashion show at another venue spliced in - watch out for the disappearing catwalk and change of decor.<br />
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I'll have to warn you that this has no soundtrack and lasts for about four minutes, but I find it mesmerising nonetheless:<br />
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What is striking about all these fashion shows, among other things, is the charismatic personalities of the models. They all seem to be 'doing their own thing' as the now quaint 60s phrase has it. Some are live-wires, some are demure and some are theatrically vampish (indeed, some seem to be more than a bit stoned!)<br />
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You get a strong sense of a variety of distinct personalities rather than a sequence of clones stomping along like well-drilled soldiers in heels, as we're now accustomed to seeing these days.<br />
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And they <span style="font-style: italic;">were</span> personalities, especially selected for their individual qualities and encouraged to express themselves as they saw fit - many became part of Ossie's intimate circle of friends and were valued for their character as much as their beauty.<br />
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I'll let Lady Henrietta Rous explain this more fully (she does it so well):<br />
<blockquote>Ossie stated that he wanted 'to make a woman aware of her body', and in pursuit of this ideal he brought in a new style of model. They were no longer 'tall things that swayed at you as they walked down the cat walk,' but characters in their own right. Gala Mitchell, with her sculptural bone structure, big eyes and theatrical style, looked particularly good in leather jackets. Others who modelled were KariAnne Jagger (Mick's sister-in-law, whose captivating dances on the stage inspired the Hollies' song which begins "Hey Carrie-Anne, what's your name now, can anybody play?"); Amanda Lear (Salvador Dali's muse and as good a performer as KariAnne); and Lady Carina Fitzalan-Howard, daughter of the Duke of Norfolk, whom Alice had discovered walking down the street. </blockquote>But perhaps what thrilled me most about seeing these films was the chance to see Ossie Clark's (<span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> Alice Pollock's) clothes in motion.<br />
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As you can see most vividly from his sketch at the top of this post, he always thought in terms of how his clothes would work on the female body, and <span style="font-style: italic;">also</span> in motion. Its a privilege to see them how they were intended to be seen.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">A note on prices</span><br />
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The first film mentions a few ensembles and prices so I've used <a href="http://measuringworth.com/calculators/ppoweruk/">measuringworth.com</a> to establish what they might cost (nearly) today:<br />
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The white leather suit named 'Daz,' priced at 25 guineas, would be approximately £341 at 2008 prices.<br />
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Patti Boyd's outfit called 'African Queen' at 9½ guineas, would be approximately £130 at 2008 prices.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">References</span><br />
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Lady Henrietta Rous (ed.) (1998) <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ossie-Clark-Diaries-Doze-Days/dp/0747539014?ie=UTF8&tag=tint-21&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">The Ossie Clark Diaries: In Doze Days</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=tint-21&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0747539014" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /></span>. London: Bloomsbury.<br />
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Judith Watt (2003) <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ossie-Clark-1965-1974-Judith-Watt/dp/1851774076?ie=UTF8&tag=tint-21&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Ossie Clark 1965-1974</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=tint-21&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=1851774076" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /></span>. London: V&A Publications.<br />
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I'd also recommend:<br />
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Peter Schlesinger (2003) <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Chequered-Past-60s-70s/dp/050054283X?ie=UTF8&tag=tint-21&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">A Chequered Past: The 60's and 70's</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=tint-21&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=050054283X" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /></span>. London: Thames & Hudson. This book has some wonderfully candid photographs of many of Ossie's friends and favourite models, and is a visual and gossip-rich treat!TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-42276960434048358862010-03-17T17:51:00.002+00:002010-03-17T17:55:29.269+00:00Spring is nearly sprung<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/417299082/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/417299082_430087fcd8.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/417299082/">'Nellie Lemon holiday 1935'</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/trevira/">Trevira</a>.</span></div><p>There's been a spell of bright sunny weather recently, and the days suddenly seem to have grown that bit longer. Like most British people, I am obsessed with the weather and we tend to get unreasonably excited at any breaks in the cloud. <br /><br />This sunshine immediately made me think of the picture above, which is easily one of my absolute favourites from my collection. <br /><br />Meet Nellie Lemon enjoying her holiday at the South Devon Holiday Camp in Paignton, South Devon, sometime in 1935. Not only is she blessed with the most delightful name, but she is captured at the perfect point mid-swing, her face reflecting the simple bliss of simple pleasures. In the sunshine. On holiday.<br /><br />Nellie's outfit - of a geometric diamond print dress worn with a scarf at the neck and a beret artfully angled to one side, and what might be white leather shoes punched with cooling holes on the vamp - is equally perfect. <br /><br />I'd challenge any photographer to sum up the best of an English summertime any better than this, an amateur snapshot from 75 years ago. Even the backdrop, of neat little chalets backed by gently rolling hills and trees, is perfect. <br /><br />Nellie's photograph is my image of what an ideal summer should be (I've overused 'perfect' so I can't possibly use it again!) <br /><br />This picture comes from an <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/sets/72157594578643008/">album</a> chock full of entertaining and arresting photographs. The star (and possibly the original owner/author) of it is a very handsome young man called Maurice, who definitely deserves a post of his own sometime. <br /><br />I'm not sure that Nellie appears in any other photos apart from this one, but as far as I'm concerned she is the star today.</p>TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-68008589907253768652010-03-14T17:06:00.005+00:002010-03-14T18:33:30.179+00:00The Message Wearers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/t-shirts_1000w_148k.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/t-shirts_1000w_148k.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Photograph by Oliviero Toscani from the <span style="font-style: italic;">Sunday Telegraph Magazine</span>, 5 December 1975. Original caption: "Got the message? </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Back row</span><span style="font-size:78%;">, from left: Helena Axbey wears a Scratch 'n' Sniff "smelly, £1.80; actress Prunella Gee plumps for Turners on the Strip; model Marianne Desnaux wears an embroidered shirt, £3 from Ace, Kings Road; model Nicki Debuse in Anthony Price's Pink Pussies shirt, £3.25 at Jean Machine; Princess Elizabeth Galitzine sports an Apicella design. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Centre row</span><span style="font-size:78%;">, from left: Alan Pascoe in an original Mods shirt, £1.50 from Scott Lester; art director Geoff Axbey in a Bell telephone shirt, Don Grant in the Hesketh Racing shirt, £2.30; Diana Hyslop in a Marvel Comics number, £1.25; actor Tim Curry wears a Voltar T-shirt, £3.25; Sarah Fox-Pitt of the Tate Gallery in their Coffee Shop shirt, £1.50. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Front</span><span style="font-size:78%;">: Marilyn Cole in a Lips shirt, £9 from Howie, Fulham Road; Ralph Steadman promoting his book; Penthouse Pet Val Mitchell; Enzo Apicella turns Killer for £3.25; Thea Porter wears a rare Yugoslav T-shirt." </span><br /></div><br />This is terribly bad form for someone aspiring to write a blog, but this will be <span style="font-style: italic;">another</span> post I haven't actually written myself.<br /><br />When I lived in Brighton a few years ago, I came across a load of old 1970s Sunday supplement magazines scattered over the pavement near a paper recycling bin. Of course I had to take a look, and among them was a <span style="font-style: italic;">Sunday Telegraph Magazine</span> from 1975 containing the following piece.<br /><br />Its a wonderful report on the history and language of the t-shirt written by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony_Haden-Guest">Anthony Haden-Guest</a> with some great quotes from people involved in their design and production (such as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antony_Price">Anthony Price</a>) and some observations about t-shirts spotted out and about at the time that ring lots of bells for me.<br /><br />I would have been nine in 1975, so I certainly wasn't in the market for the £9 Howies 'lips' t-shirt (about £56 in today's money, according to <a href="http://www.measuringworth.com/ukcompare/">measuringworth.com</a>) but I <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> have a scratch 'n' sniff t-shirt with a large strawberry on it - see little Helena in the picture above wearing an apple version - and I'm ridiculously pleased to see it featured in this article. That t-shirt, worn with some very wide C&A jeans with three buttons on each back pocket and two-inch deep turn-ups, and some no-brand canvas basketball boots, was my summer holiday uniform that year.<br /><br />Enough of my memories, let's get to that article. This is a faithful transcription (I hope), and any emphasis/italicisation was in the original piece.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anthony Haden-Guest, "The Message Wearers," <span style="font-style: italic;">Sunday Telegraph Magazine</span>, 5 December 1975, pp. 36-40</span><br /><br />Coco Chanel said it, and cannot be topped. "It doesn't matter how much it costs," observed Mademoiselle, "as long as it looks <span style="font-style: italic;">cheap</span>." Quite so, and here, stepping through late sunlight down Sloane Street, come three girls. They are, all three of them, wearing T-shirts. The dark one, whom I know slightly, is wearing a ravelled item with the device of a Los Angeles radio station, and the shortish blonde is wearing something pink and frilly with shoulder straps (which does not iron out into that basic cotton T, but is one of the numerous descendants of the T-shirt nonetheless). And the tall girl, also blonde, is wearing a puce number with the following written on it, in italic script: <span style="font-style: italic;">This is not a T-shirt</span>.<br /><br />T-shirts. Words and images, swirling and swanning by. The banal and the opaque. The repetitive images - Marilyn, Mickey Mouse, Mao - merging with political slogans, holiday souvenirs, erotica, and the names of obscure American colleges. Household products jostle with rock groups. T-shirts urge love, make dreadful jokes, and communicate Christian names. The ordinary old stretch-cotton T-shirt has spawned a progeny of sequins, glitter, and - in at least one esoteric case - rubber. What started as just low-budget stuff has, unbeknown to itself, burgeoned into a . . . language.<br /><br />It has, like all languages, its complexities. When Melody Bugner wears the <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm backing Joe Bugner</span> T-shirt, executed to her own design, her message comes through loud and clear. So, too, when idolatrous garments are worn by the hirelings or fans of the Tate Gallery, Elton John, Marvel Comics, the BBC Proms, the Wombles or <span style="font-style: italic;">The Economist</span>. Maria Schneider, the French actress, likewise demonstrates her respect for guitarist Eric Clapton by sporting his likeness, just as Charo, current wife of musician Xavier Cugat, sensibly wears her own. Elizabeth Taylor's message - <span style="font-style: italic;">I am not Elizabeth Taylor so please stop following me</span> - was more complex. And what is one to make of the legend masochistically flaunted by fast bowler Dennis Lillee, <span style="font-style: italic;">Hit me for six</span>?<br /><br />Things are even less simple out in the streets. A Coca-Cola T-shirt seldom indicates that the wearer works for that corporation, but there <span style="font-style: italic;">are</span> corporate T-shirts. A travel T-shirt - Bournemouth, say, or Bermuda - may mean, like a book of matches, that you have been there: or that you would like people to think you have been there, or that the idea of going there is a hilarious joke, or just that you like the image on the shirt.<br /><br />Some people wear T-shirts because they have bad taste, and some to show what good taste they have by wearing bad taste, like rhinestone-studded images of Elvis Presley. That young man wearing an Ohio State University number is usually a Frenchman who would be hard put to it to locate Ohio on a map; but there is a chance he may actually have been at Ohio State. I assume that the T-shirts lettered Hermès, Vogue and Pierre Cardin are a street-satire, though I am not entirely certain; but I <span style="font-style: italic;">am</span> certain that the shirts that have, at the bottom, a <span style="font-style: italic;">trompe l'oeil</span> rendition of a Gucci belt is a joke, and quite a good one at that.<br /><br />But what of that plumpish lady I once met who bore emblazoned across her frontage a line from a recent hit: <span style="font-style: italic;">Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir</span>? Ted Polhemus, the American author of a book on fashion-as-language, who was working until recently at London's Institute of Contemporary Arts, notes that "the interesting, and important thing about wearing T-shirts is how much unification of image there is in semiological terms. I saw a girl walking down London's King's Road wearing a T-shirt with people making love all over it. You know, one of those Tantric paintings. What can you say to a girl whose T-shirt shows that? You can't say anything, right? It's an <span style="font-style: italic;">anti-sexual</span> gesture."<br /><br />Semiology is, of course, the science of sign language, and Polhemus goes on to note that, <span style="font-style: italic;">vis-a-vis</span> T-shirts, the signalling extends beyond the image. "Some people just can't wear T-shirts. They <span style="font-style: italic;">iron</span> them. They always look new. T-shirts should have holes ripped in them. In fact, I used to run a service ripping holes in friends' T-shirts . . . "<br /><br />It is, in a way, surprising that the language of T-shirts has been massively ignored by fashion historians. Oh yes, the fashion mags (especially the tabloids) do their stuff. But in the hard-cover tomes the T-shirt seldom rates a mention. One recent such I scanned runs from Tabard through every manner of Tricorne and Tunic to a Byzantine something called a Tzitsakson. But T-shirts? Never. The late, and usually commendable, James Laver noted with asperity that jeans and the T-shirt lead us to a world in which, as in Red China, all distinctions of class or sex would be abolished. Even Coco Chanel was, as they say, <span style="font-style: italic;">parlant d'autres choses</span>.<br /><br />Which is regrettable, because it is self-evident what T-shirts have become . . . Mass Couture.<br /><br />There was nothing stylish about the T-shirt's origins, as the upper half of "combinations", but it was charged with a certain frisson. A bit, one imagines, like a blonde in undies; but also a bit like her shopping in curlers. It was this dual brutish aspect that was exploited by the inarticulate Marlon Brando, who, according to Cleveland Amory's <span style="font-style: italic;">International Celebrity Register</span>, "made a torn T-shirt a symbol of virility". The film was <span style="font-style: italic;">A Streetcar Named Desire</span>, the date was 1947, and it did not take long for the image to register; the undershirt to encroach on the shirt. It happened, inevitably, in California.<br /><br />"It was an outgrowth of the Hot Rod culture," says Malcolm MacPherson, a London correspondent for <span style="font-style: italic;">Newsweek</span>. "It was in the early Fifties. They stopped drag racing on the freeways, and guys were going to the Santa Ana airstrip. You'd see them wearing T-shirts with the names of, you know, <span style="font-style: italic;">automobiles</span>."<br /><br />The thing burgeoned. Britain was in one of its phases of acute Americanophilia, and the transatlantic passage of the T-shirt happened so. Marshall Lester, son-and-heir of Scott Lester, who manufactured flags and badges for retail stores, was doodling on a white vest. English, and in his early twenties, he was doodling things American, cities, cars and such, and getting some of them wrong ("Boneville" for Bonneville). But he had them printed and sent them for sale. Just to see.<br /><br />A couple of days thereafter was the first of the Brighton Mods-and-Rockers riots. Marshall Lester watched it on television. The Mods were wearing his T-shirt. He <span style="font-style: italic;">saw</span>.<br /><br />Alan Conway, incidentally, a Lester associate, claims that the blood which was soon to be shed on such T-shirts inspired tie-dyeing. Arguable, though tie-dyeing was certainly the next Big Thing. Chester Martin, a doyen of the field, had managed to acquire a stockpile of the original three-button combination tops, and had them dyed in hip colours. They were to become a basic element in the uniform of another Sixties movement: The Hippies.<br /><br />The advertisements-for-myself potential of the T-shirt was not overlooked by the Underground. T-shirts proclaiming love, peace, revolution and dope. Coca-Cola and Walt Disney were unamused to find their iconography metamorphosed into, say, Cocaine and Mickey Rat.<br /><br />Visual inventiveness manifested itself here and there. Already in 1963 painter Allen Jones had produced what may have been the first colour-printed T-shirt. Mr Freedom was creating the first real up-market T-shirts; stylishly brassy pieces exploiting a largely American pop iconography of junk foods and comic strips. "We appreciated American stuff," notes designer Anthony Price, "and they didn't, until <span style="font-style: italic;">we</span> had done it."<br /><br />The mass merchandisers began to move in. Record companies tried to transform the uncommitted into fans with free T-shirts, and fans into mobile hoardings. "T-shirts really boomed in 1966," Alan Conway says. World Cup Willie: Carnaby Street: Swinging London souvenirs. "When the mass market got involved everything became very tatty," says T-shirt designer Peter Golding, "The quality was <span style="font-style: italic;">terrible</span>". Alongside Swinging London, the British T-shirt waned.<br /><br />But it never died. In spite of fashion journalists, like jeans, it was simply too useful to die. There has been growth, and diversification. At one end of the scale are Marshall Lester, the biggest, and bigger than most American firms, selling projected millions this year. At the other is a small group of designers, and they are bullish. "There's a <span style="font-style: italic;">rebirth</span>," proclaims Peter Golding, "because it used to be you'd have to do millions, but now it's your custom tailoring. And you can do the very best, and it still shouldn't cost more than £10."<br /><br />Or there is Malcolm McLaren of the shop formerly entitled Let It Rock, but now called Sex. McLaren has organised a small exhibition of his own T-shirts, including the aforementioned rubber one, and one covered with names of which the designer approves disapproves (your correspondent found himself in the latter category, sandwiched between Alan Brien and <span style="font-style: italic;">Playboy</span>'s London boss, Victor Lownes). Oh yes, and they come carefully pre-torn, or with weakened seams for tearing.<br /><br />Contrariwise, Anthony Price, who has attracted attention for his Fifties T-shirt look, remarks, "My friends and I were into that James Dean stuff years ago. It's just that now it's commercial. I won't try and sell anything until two years after we're finished with it. It's just a matter of waiting until Mr Average is ready for it."<br /><br />What is Mr, or Miss, Average ready for right now? "I think the days of being extreme are gone. People don't want to be looked at any more," says Price. And certainly the street look is now a less ornate one; a hearkening back to basic Americana. College shirts and football numerals. "After all that glitter," muses Andrew Bailey, former London Editor of <span style="font-style: italic;">Rolling Stone</span>, now with Bell Records, "It's quite nice to look like a clean-cut college boy. Even if it's not a college you went to . . ."<br /><br />And things to come? "Los Angeles is always first, and <span style="font-style: italic;">Paris</span>," says John Dove of Wonder Workshop firmly (Dove has designed some splendidly garish pin-uppy designs). "London's bad-taste level is about one year behind. And Germany's bad-taste level is two years behind us. We sell a lot to them. Rock-n-roll stuff, and they're really into glitter. Next I think Pop is going to be coming back. I foresee a big revival."<br /><br />Or, to be accurate, a revival of a revival. The T-shirt has accumulated a history. "I still wear my 1973 Rolling Stones Tour T-shirt," says Andrew Bailey. "It's like a - campaign ribbon." The T-shirt as memoir, but there's more to it than this. There are T-shirt collectors who have amassed hundreds, and not merely the rare expensive item, like the early Beatles number recently sold for £85. But T-shirts collected for their associations, their sheer power of image. The <span style="font-style: italic;">classics</span>.<br /><br />Like the T-shirt with the image of the slung Nikon camera, and the one from Biba's which had the bust-size in sparkly numbers. Or, for that matter, the one with two fried eggs positioned over the boobs; or a close focus photograph of the torso (the T-shirt, that most physically revealing of upper garments, is still oddly obsessed with physicality). Or the Mona Lisa T-shirt, or the defunct line of <span style="font-style: italic;">Private Eye</span> T-shirts, or the T-shirt across the front of which breaks one of Hokusai's woodcut waves. Or the T-shirt which carries a <span style="font-style: italic;">trompe l'oeil</span> rendition of a dinner-jacket and black tie. Or the one which said <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm backing Britain</span>, or that more recent political classic which bore the legend <span style="font-style: italic;">Gather Strength</span> and was to have been worn by four young women from the Amalgamated Textile Workers' Union lined up in a comradely way alongside leading Labour politicos, until they noticed the labels said Made in Portugal.<br /><br />Innovation, meanwhile, continues. Consider the "smellies", as developed by the 3M Corporation of Minnesota. In our picture (back left) Helena Axbey is wearing a Scratch 'n' Sniff apple, as marketed by Scott Lester. Scratch, and, yes you do sniff apple, and Conway assures me that the shirt will last many hard washes.<br /><br />Nor does it stop with apples. There's oranges and strawberries. "We're hoping to do something for Coca-Cola. Do you want to smell it? Amazing, isn't it? We've got chocolate, petrol, gas. The gas is revolting. We wouldn't use it on a T-shirt. They can make the smell of anything. Except beer and coffee . . . "<br /><br />Now upon us also is the iron-on. Images are published in U.S. newspapers which can be ironed on to the T-shirt directly. Just so. Coco Chanel was right. Mass couture. And it is only occasionally that my mind drifts to this cartoon published in last June's <span style="font-style: italic;">The New Yorker</span>.<br /><br />[I neglected to photograph this. The cartoon shows a young man walking along a beach crowded with people wearing slogan t-shirts. His t-shirt is blank and his girl companion says: "Nonsense! I think it's refreshing to see a T-shirt that doesn't say anything."]TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-21642463348798557422010-03-12T16:13:00.007+00:002010-03-13T18:04:04.018+00:00Dr Cunnington knows bestThe <a href="http://www.manchestergalleries.org/our-other-venues/platt-hall-gallery-of-costume/">Gallery of Costume</a> in Manchester reopens tomorrow after an extensive renovation lasting two years and costing over £1 million.<br /><br />Full disclosure: I have worked as a volunteer at this museum for several years, so its hard to be impartial about it (although I will try!)<br /><br />The Gallery of Costume is housed in a beautiful 18th century mansion set in the north eastern corner of Platt Fields park, and the improvements have scrupulously respected its architectural integrity and features whilst introducing a welcome sense of space and light.<br /><br />I'm not going to go on about the building and estate itself (although those that are interested can find a fascinating history of it in the newly republished <span style="font-style: italic;">Fabric of Society</span>, details below) but the couple whose collecting passion and pioneering research formed the basis of what is now one of the most important collections of dress in Britain.<br /><br />Dr C. Willett Cunnington and his wife Phillis (also a physician) began collecting Victorian dress in the 1930s, and discovered, after making enquiries about it, that there was little or no academic interest in the subject. However, they persisted in their acquisitions and soon accumulated a sizeable collection - not just of garments but books, catalogues and periodicals, fashion plates and photographs - and their research efforts culminated in a series of co-authored books on costume history and theory that helped legitimise the study of dress as a subject of serious enquiry.<br /><br />The Cunningtons felt strongly that there should be a national museum in Britain entirely devoted to costume and, as they approached retirement from their practice in medicine in 1945, they put their collection up for sale. Their offer was taken up by the City of Manchester Art Galleries, which decided that the now empty Platt Hall would be a suitable venue for it. The Gallery of Costume was launched.<br /><br />Dr C. W. was quite the media star already - he had "built up a reputation as a lecturer and broadcaster with a flair for racy anecdote, and a gift for summing up the spirit of an age" (<span style="font-style: italic;">Fabric of Society</span>, p.16). And guess what? He can be found in TinTrunk's favourite film resource, the <a href="http://www.britishpathe.com/">British Pathé</a> archive!<br /><br />This 1931 film is narrated by Dr C. W. Cunnington himself, as he gives you a potted history of 19th century fashions, worn by real live models (something that no modern curator would permit!) in an elegant garden setting. You can hear evidence of his humour and practised delivery, no doubt honed over numerous lecture appearances, in this delightful short:<br /><h2>A CENTURY OF DRESS. FROM THE FAMOUS COLLECTION OF DR C.W. CUNNINGTON</h2><iframe src="http://www.britishpathe.com/embed.php?archive=28734" name="pathe_flash_embed" width="352" frameborder="1" height="264" scrolling="no">&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Your browser does not support iframes.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /><br /><br />In 1938 Dr C. W. appears before the camera brandishing a "kind of felt" corset of 1780, and relishing the arrival of a print dress "worn over a hundred years ago" that comes bundled up in brown paper.<br /><br />I wonder if his wife Phillis was one of the women present in that shot. It does seem that she didn't have quite the media exposure that her husband seemed to enjoy, although perhaps it suited her to stay in the background. There's more non-conservation-standard modelling of antique garments too:<br /><h2>OLD FROCKS</h2><iframe src="http://www.britishpathe.com/embed.php?archive=36797" name="pathe_flash_embed" width="352" frameborder="1" height="264" scrolling="no">&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Your browser does not support iframes.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /><br /><br />This last film, from 1947, must have been shot during the early days of the Gallery of Costume and begins with a fashion show by designer Rosalind Gilbert. The narrator draws parallels with elements of her designs and historical fashions, and the film then cuts to shots of the Cunnington collection, again being modelled by real live human beings. I won't comment on the curious scene of the woman undressing while being spied on by two little girls (don't worry, its perfectly SFW), except to note that those were obviously much more innocent times:<br /><h2>FASHIONS (issue title is PATHE PICTORIAL LOOKS AT THE PASSING YEARS)</h2><iframe src="http://www.britishpathe.com/embed.php?archive=46503" name="pathe_flash_embed" width="352" frameborder="1" height="264" scrolling="no">&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Your browser does not support iframes.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /><br /><br />The newly refurbished Gallery of Costume has a fabulous new exhibition on the ground floor covering 20th century fashions - Suffragettes to Supermodels - but if you are visiting, you must venture upstairs to the first floor where Eleanor Thompson has curated an intriguing show of 19th century dress which unpicks Dr C. W.'s theories on women and fashion with a 21st century perspective. Whilst respecting his legacy, it has some illuminating insights into his approach and attitudes to women.<br /><br /><br />The <a href="http://www.manchestergalleries.org/our-other-venues/platt-hall-gallery-of-costume/">Gallery of Costume</a> will be open from Wednesday to Saturday every week, 1.30 pm to 4.30 pm.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Address</span>:<br />Gallery of Costume<br />Platt Hall<br />Rusholme<br />Manchester<br />M14 5LL<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tel:</span> 44 (0) 161 245 7245<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Further reading and exploration</span><br /><br />A selection of the museum's photographic collection of over 25,ooo images, can be seen <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/manchester_city_galleries/collections/72157619820255965/">here on flickr</a>.<br /><br />Jane Tozer and Sarah Levitt, <span style="font-style: italic;">Fabric of Society: A Century of People and Their Clothes 1770-1870</span>, recently republished, I will add details as soon as I know them! [This is an excellent book which features numerous items from the Gallery of Costume's collections in a varied selection of essays about all aspects of dress history, from high fashion to workwear].<br /><br /><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/womanshour/04/2010_10_fri.shtml">The reopening of Manchester's Gallery of Costume</a>. BBC Radio 4 interview by Jenni Murray with Moira Stevenson, head of Manchester City Galleries.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.culture24.org.uk/art/design/fashion+and+costume/art76842">Manchester's Gallery of Costume to reopen after two-year, £1.3million revamp</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.artshub.co.uk/uk/news-article/news/visual-arts/preview-of-manchesters-gallery-of-costume-180692">Preview of Manchester's Gallery of Costume</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.southmanchesterreporter.co.uk/news/s/1194618_clothes_show_returns_after_13m_revamp">Clothes show returns after £1.3m revamp</a>. [The first, and currently only, comment made me laugh, by the way].<br /><br /><a href="http://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/s/1197629_hats_off_as_revamped_clothes_show_reopens">Hats off as revamped clothes show opens</a>.TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-56869724812195322862010-03-10T16:31:00.010+00:002010-03-10T19:27:33.384+00:00Clothes make the film<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/2146422752/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2137/2146422752_9d33ee3022.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/2146422752/">Corinne Griffiths in Outcast, 1928</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/trevira/">Trevira</a></span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">This post is a bit of a cheat because I haven't written it. It is an article transcribed from an issue of <span style="font-style: italic;">Picturegoer</span> magazine from August 1926 (found while researching at the excellent <a href="http://www.billdouglas.org/">Bill Douglas Centre for the History of Cinema and Popular Culture</a>), which explores the growing influence of Hollywood on women's fashions.<br /><br />There's little mention of costume designers, apart from Cora McGeachy and "the well-known New York costumier" Madame Frances.<br /><br />Cora McGeachy suffers the indignity of being called "Cora MacCreachy" on IMDB, and is credited with only one film, <span style="font-style: italic;">Irene</span>, which is discussed in the article below (incidentally, <span style="font-style: italic;">Irene</span> is available on DVD at <a href="http://grapevinevideo.com/irene.htm">Grapevine Video</a>). BroadwayWorld.com supplies another credit: she was the costume designer of the <span style="font-style: italic;">Ziegfeld Follies of 1923</span> (Summer edition) on Broadway.<br /><br />Madame Frances apparently employed the young Travis Banton who went on to great things at Paramount.<br /><br />Hollywood costume designers really hit their stride in the 1930s, with designers such as the aforementioned <a href="http://www.filmsofthegoldenage.com/foga/1997/winter97/banton.shtml">Travis Banton</a>, <a href="http://blog.fidmmuseum.org/museum/2010/01/howard-greer.html">Howard Greer</a> and <a href="http://dept.kent.edu/museum/exhibit/adrian/adrian.htm">Adrian</a> not just following Paris' lead but creating and launching their own trends.<br /><br />Indeed, it was necessary for costume designers to create their own fashions, in a sense, since the amount of time involved in film production meant that if they tried to conform too closely to current styles there was the ever-present danger that by the time of release the costumes would be hopelessly out of date. Not to mention the extended period that films might be shown on the circuit - according to this article this was "roughly three years."<br /><br />So this article is an interesting snapshot of a time when Hollywood still deferred to Parisian authority with regard to fashions - there's mention of the director Frank Tuttle having costumes sent from Paris - but was growing in confidence in its ability to create glamorous costumes of its own. Please enjoy Josie P. Lederer's entertaining report on film fashions in 1926. (I've added links to more information whenever possible, and my comments are in square brackets).<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Josie P. Lederer, "Clothes make the film"</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />For the very latest modes see the movies; they’re nearer than Paris – and cheaper.<br /><br />As long as there are women in the world, and in the picture theatres, just so long will the title of this article hold good.<br /><br />For women form the majority of film patrons, and for them and because of them the fashion film was invented. Ever since <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0015765/"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Dressmaker from Paris</span></a> featured a mannequin parade, and registered a great success, every producing company in the U.S.A. has seen fit to make similar specimens.<br /><br />There is no reason why they shouldn’t. These fashion films fill a very definite want on the part of Mrs. And Miss Suburbia, who go to the movies instead of to Paris to see the latest thing in gowns.<br /><br />There are over a dozen of these films due for release within the next three months and they are all sure to delight film fans.<br /><br />The stars, however, are not wildly enthusiastic over them.<br /><br />Naturally they like the idea of wearing pretty and sumptuous clothes. But, even when they know they are capable of wearing them well, they feel a tiny bit aggrieved at the thought of the success or failure of the film depending, not upon themselves, their director, or their acting, but upon that hitherto unknown quantity, the dress designer.<br /><br />It is not a question of dollars alone. Battles wage between the great companies, and the bone of contention is the cleverest and most original sartorial specialist. The object is to secure his or her exclusive services.<br /><br />That is what occurred in <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0016999/">Irene</a>, a film famous for presenting the first fashion parade photographed in natural colours – a charming idea beautifully carried out.<br /><br />In </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Cora McGeachy, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colleen_Moore">Colleen Moore</a> vows she has found somebody to whom the commonplace is anathema, and who designs clothes which fit the personality of the wearers as well as the spirit of the story.<br /><br />The </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Irene</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> creations are certainly lovely, from Dame Fashion herself, who introduces the parade, to the various fancy costumes depicting “The Seasons,” and the girls dressed as water lilies, who inhabit the ornamental lake which forms part of the setting.<br /><br />Colleen Moore’s prettiest is a palest green confection trimmed with row upon row of ostrich feathers, and topped by a large gauze hat with a crown composed entirely of tiny pink roses.<br /><br />She also wears a striking cigar-brown walking costume; from one of the huge fur-edged sleeves of which peeps the head of a live puppy. The rest of him reposes in a pocket in the cuff specially made for that purpose.<br /><br />Paramount’s <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0017117/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mannequin</span></a>, despite its title, has no wonderful fashion parade, but features <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dolores_Costello">Dolores Costello</a> and one of the prettiest garden party frocks extant. Picturegoers with imitative minds and clever fingers will doubtless rush home to make one exactly like it.<br /><br />It is composed of very fine, hand-painted lawn, and its most striking feature is a huge flat bow of black velvet ribbon at the left side of the low waist, held in place by the diamond arrow which plays so dramatic a part in the story.<br /><br />Though </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Mannequin</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> belies the promise of its title, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4234227167358888154&postID=5686972481219532286"><span style="font-style: italic;">The American Venus</span></a>, presented by the same company, is little else but a beauty and fashion show. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0878338/">Frank Tuttle</a>, its director, sent to Paris for the costumes, and all the newest and smartest ideas in street and ballroom attire are seen, as well as the snappiest of bathing beauties and bathing dresses.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louise_Brooks">Louise Brooks</a>, in particular, wears some styles well worth noting, and Dorothy Matthews and Ruth Baren are easily first in the fashion show itself.<br /><br />Every <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gloria_Swanson">Gloria Swanson</a> picture is a fashion picture, for the star’s clothes made her reputation and many look to them to support it.<br /><br />Gloria’s gowns, however, are not for the million. She spends more upon them than any other star; her bills aggregate over 125,000 dollars per annum for film clothes alone.<br /><br />Then there are her film jewels, which are usually hired at about ten per cent of their actual cost. She wears some 25 pairs of shoes in a picture, and her off screen wardrobe contains nearly fifty walking dresses alone, and over two hundred hats.<br /><br />The second-best-dressed star is probably <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corinne_Griffith">Corinne Griffith</a> [featured in the photo above], and she has tried to beat her own record in <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0017101/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Mlle. Modiste</span></a>. After personally combing New York for clothes for this film, she and Madame Frances (the well-known New York costumier), put their heads together and evolved a dazzling wardrobe.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Mlle. Modiste</span><span style="font-size:100%;">’s hats were made especially for her by <a href="http://dlxs.lib.wayne.edu/d/dhhcc/bios/hoyt.html">Peggy Hoyt</a>, and Corinne spent three days matching up shoes, sandals and evening slippers to her gowns.<br /><br />The forty gowns <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constance_Talmadge">Constance Talmadge</a> is to wear for her new crook comedy [this might be <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0018535/">Venus of Venice</a>] will prove a potent incentive to fashion fiends to go and see the picture.<br /><br />And although the dresses in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natacha_Rambova">Natacha Rambova</a>’s <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0016516/"><span style="font-style: italic;">When Love Grows Cold</span></a> are outlandish in the extreme, they contain some striking and easily modified ideas, and are worth the admission money. They are very different from Natacha’s ordinary attire, which is striking but severe, and for which <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Poiret">Poiret</a> is usually responsible.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jetta_Goudal">Jetta Goudal</a> goes down in movie history as the girl to introduce bouffant gowns into <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cecil_B._DeMille">Cecil De Mille</a> productions. That worthy’s heroines had, until the advent of Jetta, been slinky of outline, but “la Goudal” is nothing if not individualistic in her attire.<br /><br />Interesting facts concerning film favourites can be learned from the studio costumiers who design, fit, and make the film frocks and frills that magnetise so many feminine fans into kinemas.<br /><br />Most studio designers are agreed that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Q._Nilsson">Anna Q. Nilsson</a>, though she is one of the tall stars of filmland, is also so perfectly proportioned that any and every style becomes her.<br /><br />She can wear hoops or hobble-skirts equally well. The long, flowing gowns and picture hats she affects in the opening reels of </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0016940/">The Greater Glory</a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> are a complete contrast to the skin-tight clothes she dons later on in the story.<br /><br />She looks as well in sporting attire as she does in period garb, and made an excellent boy in </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0014367/">Ponjola</a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> and </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0017160/">Miss Nobody</a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norma_Shearer">Norma Shearer</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constance_Bennett">Constance Bennett</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_Mackaill">Dorothy Mackaill</a> would seem to be the young girl’s ideal fashion models.<br /><br />Constance Bennett has a natural flair for costumes, and the simplest frock, worn as she wears it looks wonderful.<br /><br />Norma Shearer concentrates very seriously upon her clothes, because her mail tells her how many girls look to her to show them Dame Fashion’s latest whim.<br /><br />Dorothy Mackaill is a feminine <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0151606/">Lon Chaney</a> in that she loses her own personality directly she dons the clothes of the film character she is creating.<br /><br />She has a slender, graceful figure, and many of her </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0015679/">Chickie</a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> and <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0015960/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Joanna</span></a> gowns were eagerly copied by youngsters of her type all over the world.<br /><br />Fashions come and go so rapidly that it takes an expert to decide what is and what is not a filmable gown.<br /><br />The life of a big screenplay is, roughly, three years, so that anything that might “date” too definitely must be ruthlessly discarded.<br /><br />The Fashion picture’s life must, necessarily, be shorter than this, but even then, it justifies its existence, as well as the thousands of dollars spent upon its costumes.<br /><br />For in the eyes of four-fifths of those who sit in kinemas, clothes, without a doubt do make the film.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">-----------------------<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I must end with a link to a great article from one of TinTrunk's favourite blogs, <a href="http://bioscopic.wordpress.com/">The Bioscope</a>, which addresses the subject of fashion on film in the silent era: <a href="http://bioscopic.wordpress.com/2009/12/16/catwalks-and-pavements/">Catwalks and pavements</a>.<span><br /></span></span></div>TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-59237935061019502662010-02-25T15:43:00.008+00:002010-02-25T17:05:24.633+00:00Constructing the Teddy BoyOne of the most conspicuous aspects of the British Teddy Boy was his hair; that towering quiff carefully and regularly primped with a comb - perhaps a flick knife comb for extra posing points! - and secured with copious fistfuls of pomade.<br /><br />At least since the nineteenth century, men's hair was simply cut short and combed flat, sometimes slicked with the macassar oil that gave Victorian and Edwardian housewives such headaches worrying about their stained upholstery they were forced to invent the antimacassar. The only possible variations seemed to be in the parting of the hair, and tonsorial exuberance was confined to the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/18917456/in/set-166926/">moustache</a>.<br /><br />Given all those long decades of modesty and simplicity in men's hair, it must have been quite a shock in the early 1950s to see young men constructing glossy (and greasy) edifices of hair and quite shamelessly preening in what was seen as an effeminate manner. There can't have been many young men who went quite to this, er, length though:<br /><h2>MEN'S HAIR STYLES</h2><iframe src="http://www.britishpathe.com/embed.php?archive=561" name="pathe_flash_embed" width="352" frameborder="1" height="264" scrolling="no">&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Your browser does not support iframes.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /><br />This 1956 film was shot at Cyril Parker's hairdressers shop in Tottenham Court Road, London. The hair 'sausage' or 'elephant trunk' seems very similar to the postiches used by Victorian and Edwardian women to pad out their hairdos - think of those voluminous bouffant styles as sported by the <a href="http://images.google.co.uk/images?q=gibson+girl&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-GB:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=gKOGS_OND4n60wSF0p3UCw&sa=X&oi=image_result_group&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CBoQsAQwAA">"Gibson Girls"</a> which often needed substantial postiches to achieve.<br /><br />There's very little footage of Teddy Boys in the <a href="http://www.britishpathe.com/">British Pathé</a> archive, although interestingly the two clips I've found focus on their hair. So here's the second film, shot at a hairdressing show in Belle Vue, Manchester, in 1955.<br /><br />There's some bizarre ladies' hairdos, and a varied selection of men's haircuts including the 'Petronius' (Roman style), the 'Curled Semi-Crew Cut,' the 'Brush Cut' and the 'Tony Curtis.' You can catch a brief glimpse of Lew Starr (finessing the Brush Cut), who was <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> Teddy Boy hairdresser in Manchester, and - I'm told by one who remembers - always had intimidating queues of scowling, smoking ruffians outside his salon in Charles Street:<br /><h2>PAGEANT OF HAIR STYLES</h2><iframe src="http://www.britishpathe.com/embed.php?archive=39151" name="pathe_flash_embed" width="352" frameborder="1" height="264" scrolling="no">&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Your browser does not support iframes.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /><br />And we all know what 'D.A.' <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> stands for, don't we?!TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-40584810875492778812010-02-19T12:40:00.006+00:002010-02-21T09:13:45.134+00:00Knit your own "fur" coat<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/KnitCoat_070532_1000w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 452px;" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/KnitCoat_070532_1000w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">A knitted "fur" coat pattern from <span style="font-style: italic;">Woman's Friend</span> magazine, May 7th 1932, page 5. </span><br /></div><br />This charming little pattern was found in a very cheap 1930s women's magazine, printed on (by now) crumbly newsprint.<br /><br />The idea of knitting a humble little jacket to imitate fur must have had considerable appeal in the hard years of the Depression. And since the instructions look rather brief, I'm assuming its a very simple jacket to make - I can't knit unfortunately so I'm no expert on this.<br /><br />Click on the picture for a larger version, please print it off with my pleasure, and if you do try to make it I'd love to see the result! You might not be able to source Patons and Baldwins' "Beehive" "Feather Wool" these days, but I'm sure there's a nicely furry modern equivalent yarn that will do.TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-13304543287220137262010-02-19T09:59:00.004+00:002010-02-19T11:25:56.257+00:00You deserve a Whitbread!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Whitbread_0647_400w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Whitbread_0647_400w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Whitbread Pale Ale advertisement in <span style="font-style: italic;">Lilliput</span>, June 1947, page xv.<br /></span></div><br />This startling advertisement appeared in <span style="font-style: italic;">Lilliput</span> magazine's June 1947 issue. A man is pictured in a frilly apron doing the washing up, presented with no comment or indication that this is the least bit remarkable.<br /><br />Taken in the context of the immediate post-war years, it did surprise me. Men were returning from fighting six long years of war and the usual story we are told is that women who had ably coped with 'men's' jobs - working in munitions and aeroplane factories during the war - were immediately pushed out of their jobs and ordered back into the home and kitchen where they belonged. It was back to 'business as usual' - the reassuring gendered division of labour with women as housekeepers and mothers, men as breadwinners, and pampered kings of the castle at home.<br /><br />This ad complicates those assumptions. There's no suggestion that this man is emasculated by helping out at home, even with a frilly apron on, and the scenario is not exploited for comic effect (as it inevitably would be today). In fact he looks rather noble in his woodcut-style vignette. Perhaps gender roles in the post-war years were a little more complicated and nuanced than we have been led to believe by most popular histories.<br /><br />Of course, I'm sure most women wouldn't have expected to be rewarded with a bottle of pale ale for doing household chores, so there's an indication that the man's efforts are a <span style="font-style: italic;">little</span> bit special, although obviously not unusual. <br /><br />In fact, within a few pages of the same magazine is another very similar advertisement:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Votrix_06-47_400x575w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 575px;" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Votrix_06-47_400x575w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Votrix Vermouth advertisement in <span style="font-style: italic;">Lilliput</span>, June 1947, page iii.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The occasion this time is the aftermath of a party, with two gentlemen gamely tackling the piles of dishes. They both wear feminine, patterned aprons and are again deserving of a reward in the form of an alcoholic drink. A delighted-looking wife peers through the door (and then perhaps runs off to fetch their drinks?!)<br /><br />Did men do anything else around the home except the dishes, now and then? Perhaps . . .<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Vactric_11-47_400w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 603px;" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/Vactric_11-47_400w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Vactric vacuum cleaner advertisement, from <span style="font-style: italic;">Housewife</span>, November 1947, inside back cover.<br /></span></div><br />This vacuum cleaner advertisement from the same year is rather less credible ("Give <span style="font-style: italic;">him</span> a Vactric"? Hmm) and there is a lightly ironic tone to the copy: "When the household god descends to lend a hand" is a clear indication of the 'normal' domestic power relationship, however humorously expressed.<br /><br />So the idea of a man helping out with onerous domestic chores is framed in all these advertisements as a sort of <span style="font-style: italic;">special treat</span> for their wives, who are still expected to do them most of the time. But at least its not portrayed as ridiculous or unmanly, as you might expect even to this day, and its considered unremarkable enough to be featured in mainstream advertising.<br /><br />It makes me wonder how far we've progressed since then (as I contemplate the stairs that need vacuuming . . .)TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-5125937767508554962010-02-08T17:23:00.011+00:002010-02-09T14:38:46.360+00:00The magnificent Tilly Losch<div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/1934692890/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2384/1934692890_43b470ef54.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/trevira/1934692890/">Tilly Losch, 1923</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/trevira/">Trevira</a>.</span></div><p>This beautiful photograph in my collection came from the archive of the newspaper <span style="font-style: italic;">The San Francisco Examiner</span>. There's a damaged relic of a pasted-on label on the reverse giving the title "Serpent of Hell" (the production title? Her character's name?) and a date of April 14th, 1923, which might be the publication date.<br /><br /><a href="http://library.binghamton.edu/specialcollections/findingaids/loschcol_m3.html">Ottilie Ethel Losch</a> was born in Vienna on November 15th 1907, which would make her 15 years of age in this photograph. You can read a summary of her extraordinary life and career in that link over her full name, which details her first stage appearance as a dancer at the age of six with the Vienna Imperial Opera ballet school, her promotion to prima ballerina at the unusually young age of 15, and her subsequent work with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Reinhardt">Max Reinhardt</a> as both dancer and choreographer (and much more, of course, but we'll come to that soon).<br /></p><p>What is puzzling is that according to the Binghamton University Library, which holds Losch's papers, she didn't arrive in the United States until 1927.<br /></p><p>Why, then, is she appearing in a popular American newspaper (owned by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Randolph_Hearst">William Randolph Hearst</a>, by the way) in 1923? In a costume that looks much more Max Reinhardt than something you might expect from the Vienna Imperial Opera, and a full four years before she was reported to have first been invited to perform for Reinhardt in 1927?<br /></p><p>The remains of that label note that she was wearing "phosphorous tights" - and I sincerely hope they mean phosphorescent, by the way, or her health might have been seriously endangered. </p><p>I'm speculating wildly here - its a bad habit of mine - but perhaps either the photograph date is wrong, or there's something missing or incorrect in that summary of her life?<br /></p><p>No matter, Tilly Losch's life was extraordinary anyway, and she is one of those 20th century figures who seems to have orbited around many of the most significant cultural figures of her times, like a female <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zelig">Zelig</a>, only much more <a href="http://www.npg.org.uk/collections/search/portrait.php?search=ss&firstRun=true&sText=Tilly+Losch&LinkID=mp05525&rNo=1&role=sit">beautiful</a>!<br /></p><p>She married <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_James">Edward James</a>, the wealthy English art connoisseur who was a patron of Salvador Dali (he was the proud owner of the first iteration of the iconic Mae West lips sofa, which was installed in his surrealist country pile Monkton House, and was captured by Magritte in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Portrait_of_Edward_James.jpg">this famously baffling portrait</a>). But their marriage ended in a scandalous divorce in 1934 - Tilly accused him of homosexuality, he in return cited just one of her numerous affairs. <br /></p><p>Other names that crop up in her life that might still ring a bell to the modern ear include Noel Coward, Fred and Adele Astaire, Kurt Weill, Lotte Lenya, George Balanchine, Berthold Brecht, Jean Cocteau (an ardent fan), the Sitwells and Cecil Beaton.<br /></p><p>Her career in Hollywood has left us with some appearances in films such as <span style="font-style: italic;">The Garden of Allah</span> (1936) with Marlene Dietrich, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Good Earth</span> (1937) and <span style="font-style: italic;">Duel in the Sun</span> (1946). All of which I'm pretty sure are readily available on DVD.<br /></p><p>Later she retired from dancing and acting and turned to painting, which apparently suited her reportedly shy nature, and was enobled by her 1939 marriage to the Earl of Carnavon to the status of countess. Despite their divorce after the Second World War, they remained on friendly terms and the Earl was one of the few mourners at her 1975 funeral. </p><p>But let's go back to the top of this post and contemplate that amazing vision of her as an accomplished teenage dancer making news across the Atlantic - wasn't she magnificent?<br /></p>TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-89808128702535296452010-02-07T14:51:00.008+00:002010-02-08T09:47:45.701+00:00Santos Casani - the forgotten dance masterIf you've ever seen one of those archive film montages of the 'roaring twenties' in a TV documentary, there's one clip that <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> features. Its the one featuring a couple dancing the Charleston on top of a taxi cab driving through a London street.<br /><br />That clip is at the very end of this British Pathé dance instruction film (incidentally, fashion history buffs will be delighted by Miss Jose Lennard's lower back skirt hem - a major trend in the last years of the 1920s):<br /><h2>THE FLAT CHARLESTON MADE EASY</h2><iframe src="http://www.britishpathe.com/embed.php?archive=8286" name="pathe_flash_embed" width="352" frameborder="1" height="264" scrolling="no">&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Your browser does not support iframes.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /><br />The stunt was intended to demonstrate that the new 'flat' Charleston required very little space, in contrast to its original, wild form, which was a veritable whirlwind of flying heels and arms, presenting considerable danger to nearby dancers. Indeed the Charleston was banned from many dancehalls at the time.<br /><br />It is ironic that this clip is now employed to symbolise the reckless, risk-taking, devil-may-care nature of the times when its original intention was actually quite the opposite.<br /><br />While I could easily (and quite happily) go on about the Charleston, this post concerns the man who appeared in that film, the famous dance master - and energetic self-publicist - Santos Casani.<br /><br />Mr Casani was the proprietor of "the largest school of dancing in England," wrote a column for the Daily Mail, and made numerous short dance instruction films for British Pathé's cinemagazine for women, <span style="font-style: italic;">Eve's Film Review</span>. The film company supplied free instruction leaflets based on the dance steps Casani featured, which viewers could send off for, and as a demonstration of how popular these films were, on one occasion they had to print 20,000 leaflets to satisfy the demand (most of this information is derived from Jenny Hammerton's fascinating book <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Ladies-Only-Eves-Film-Review/dp/1903000025/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1265558456&sr=1-1"><span style="font-style: italic;">For Ladies Only? Eve's Film Review Pathé Cinemagazine 1921-1933</span></a>). <br /><br />As an aside, its lovely to imagine a cinema audience practising dance steps under their seats as they watch the films!<br /><br />Here Casani makes an appearance in <span style="font-style: italic;">Popular Music and Dancing Weekly</span> magazine, demonstrating the first three steps of the 'Five-Step' - steps four and five were published the following week, but unfortunately I don't have a copy of that issue (again, fashion buffs please note how remarkably long Miss Lennard's skirt was in 1924!):<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/PMDW_7-6-24p133_800w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 556px;" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd143/Trevira_photos/PMDW_7-6-24p133_800w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">"How to dance the Five-Step by Santos Casani" in Popular Music and Dancing Weekly, 7th June 1924, page 133 (click picture for a larger view). </span><br /></div><br />In 1933 Casani opened his own nightclub in Imperial House, Regent Street, London and British Pathé was there to record it.<br /><br />If you were to try to imagine a high-tone 1930s nightclub in the West End of London his establishment lives up to your Art Deco dreams, and this film includes footage of the renowned house band lead by pianist Charlie Kunz, a swimsuit fashion parade, an elegant rendering of the waltz by Mr Casani himself, not to mention a novelty song and a curious female contortionist. Pour yourself into a backless satin dress, shake up a cocktail and join in the fun:<br /><h2>LONDON'S FAMOUS CLUBS AND CABARETS NO. 10 - CASANI'S CLUB</h2><iframe src="http://www.britishpathe.com/embed.php?archive=9371" name="pathe_flash_embed" width="352" frameborder="1" height="264" scrolling="no">&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Your browser does not support iframes.&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /><br />Unlike his near contemporary <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victor_Silvester">Victor Silvester</a>, Santos Casani failed to secure himself a place in dance posterity and his name is probably unknown to most people nowadays. But he was clearly a significant figure in his time - a suave, elegant man who knew how to work the media for maximum attention. In his prime, he was Mr Dance, and I'd like to salute his memory.<br /><br />If you would like to see more of Santos Casani in action, there's <a href="http://www.britishpathe.com/results.php?search=Santos+Casani">plenty more films</a> for you to enjoy.TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234227167358888154.post-59761733782248662662010-02-04T18:25:00.005+00:002010-02-04T19:00:45.258+00:00Fashion rationsEven during the dark years of the Second World War, and the long years of clothing rationing that followed it, women were expected to keep up appearances. "England's number one glamour girl" Joan Richards, a professional model, doesn't disappoint in this 1944 film where we follow Joan through a "routine day's work." From getting up in the morning with full slap (apologies to US readers - slap = makeup) and immaculate hair, through her long and busy day, she is the epitome of 1940s chic. By the way, these film links have come up as black boxes, but they will work if you click on them. <br /><h2>ANNE EDWARDS (aka GLAMOUR GIRL)</h2><iframe src="http://www.britishpathe.com/embed.php?archive=38491" name="pathe_flash_embed" width="352" frameborder="1" height="264" scrolling="no">&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;Your browser does not support iframes.&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;</iframe><br /><br />However, not every woman met the grade. This amusing short from September 1946 features the "Pathé Pictorial Fashion Expert" Mr Richard Buzzvine (at least, that what his name sounds like) lurking self-consciously with a newspaper on Regent Street as he casts a waspishly critical eye over young women's outfits. Although his voice isn't heard, the narrator reports his merciless judgements.<br /><br />Mr Buzzvine is very hard to please, and only one girl meets with his approval, although its hard to see how she is much different from the other 'failures.' Its a useful reminder of how fraught getting dressed used to be, with all kinds of complicated rules and conventions governing what was - and was not - appropriate wear.<br /><h2>RIGHT AND WRONG IN FASHION</h2><iframe src="http://www.britishpathe.com/embed.php?archive=46486" name="pathe_flash_embed" width="352" frameborder="1" height="264" scrolling="no">&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;Your browser does not support iframes.&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;</iframe>TinTrunkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00674331616871172533noreply@blogger.com2