Wednesday, 28 September 2016

An Alluring Charm.

My  Glamorous Grandma, My Stylish Mum and Her Sisters and Brothers circa 1960.
Grandma never left the house without applying full make-up including her trademark red lippy!
I'm loving all those handbags.
Elizabeth Taylor, photographed by Henry Clarke, 1967

Since the earliest movies shot their stars to fame, women have been inspired by what
they've seen on screen, which by its very nature demands larger than life beauty, charisma and style.
After visiting the cinema,women gave themselves Louise Brooks haircuts (they still do) and
dreamt about Garbo's otherworldly beauty. A few years later they dyed their hair platinum blonde after Jean Harlow
and longed for legs like Betty Grable's or a bosom like Sophia Loren's.
Nothing has promoted the idea of glamour in all its forms more than the cinema, whether we are
watching Audrey Hepburn's gamine charm or Liz Taylor's more-is-more fireworks, or Marilyn Monroe's- well - Marilyn Monroe.

Audrey Hepburn, photographed by Bert Stern 1963.
The year I was born.

Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Red Alert.

British Vogue November 1925

You have been warned!

"There are no ugly women, only lazy ones," declared Helena Rubinstein, one of the great pioneers of the cosmetic
industry. Well, nothing requires more effort or precision than perfect red lips or fabulously manicured crimson talons. But then nothing has quite so great an effect on transforming the face and hands. Properly painted lips and nails, saturated with scarlet, speak volumes about the way  you regard yourself in terms of the outside world. They are nothing less than a red flag for impeccable glamour.

How maddening is it then, when your absolute favourite lipstick is brutally discontinued?
I am still mourning my Chanel  Lune Rousse no:36. (92200 Neuilly) 


Sunday, 25 September 2016

Buttons and Bows.

I love my clothes (so does Billy!)
A Personality in a Wardrobe
Vintage in  Progress.

Old Fashioned But So Much Prettier.

Saturday, 24 September 2016

A Work in Progress


In my dreams I look like this......

In my mirror I look like this.
Never mind.
After all...
                                               

Wednesday, 7 September 2016

Autumn Term.


Well, that's it. Children and students are back at school, college and uni. Politicians are back in Parliament and summer 2016 is drawing to a close. We are heading toward 'Leaf-Fall.' Burnt orange crispy leaves fall from the trees, the sun shines bravely but hazy, the apples turn brown on the dead yellow grass and the first phlox appears....

" It is a sad moment when the
first phlox appears. It is the
amber light indicating the end
of the great burst of early summer
and suggesting that we must now
start looking forward to autumn.
Not that I have any objection to
autumn as a season, full of its
own beauty: but I just cannot bear
to see another summer go,
and I recoil from what the
first hint of autumn means."

Vita Sackville-West.

Autumn inevitably brings chillier seas, a thought that has never really occurred to me but it does today as I think of the hundreds of thousands of souls who will be boarding their death-boats in order to try living.
Autumn will bring shorter days and will hamper rescue missions. The sky will close around us, will blacken the nights, obscure the light. The light that draws the desperate.

The autumn will see the building of walls.