i’m surprised hollywood hasn’t made a movie about clara bow yet, who had a classic rags to riches tale with a semi sad and tragic ending. i must admit i didn’t know much about her, apart from admiring pictures of that classic twenties flapper look and that she was a famous actress of the silent screen.
i don’t ever feature contemporary men’s fashion because (a) i have no interest in it and (b) 99% of the time it’s too metro looking for my liking. do people still use that term, metrosexual? well i hope you understand what i mean. it’s more about aesthetics really – i appreciate men who don’t wear their pants down their bums, who steer clear of t-shirts with arbitrary slogans (or anything made by ed hardy), who wear clean shoes, who tuck in their shirts, who don’t undo their buttons all the way down to their chests, who don’t wear jewellery – things that are just supposed to come naturally. other than that i don’t really group men and fashion in the same category.
wouldn’t mind feeling like this right now.
instead have deadlines to meet and birthday presents to buy and a slight wine hangover to deal with. things have been a bit lackluster around here but i promise i’ll perk it up soon enough!
nice collection of photographic medallions & buttons from george eastman house
the kind of book i’d buy the second i saw it, even though i don’t need a practical english handbook (or do i?)
this put a big smile on my face this morning
“What ho! 400 of London’s most sartorial Gents and most finely attired Ladies gathered in Chelsea on Saturday for the Tweed Run 2010 … this weekend brought bright sun and blue skies for a truly unique group ride around London.”
i don’t know who this lady is, but she absolutely stole the show in all the paris fashion week pics.
edit: i know who she is now – it’s ulyana sergeenko. yes sir.
SERIOUSLY! guns & fur coats, my friends.
thank goodness for shorpy.