Showing posts with label Hair Hall of Fame. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hair Hall of Fame. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Sommertime
Labels:
1960s,
blondes,
Elke Sommer,
feathers,
glamour,
hair,
Hair Hall of Fame
Monday, September 27, 2010
Hair Hoppers from Outer Space
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Jersey Shore: The Beginnings
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Bouffants of the Damned
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Beauty is Pain

The next time that you're grumbling during your preparations for a night out on the town, simply remind yourself that the end result is so worth it.
Labels:
1930s,
glamour,
hair,
Hair Hall of Fame,
Joan Blondell
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Baby, if I'm the Bottom...
Labels:
1960s,
advertising,
gay,
hair,
Hair Hall of Fame,
Helene Curtis
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Debutantes

Ready for their coming out parties, following their blow-outs at Debbie's Curl-Up-'n'-Dye in Bayonne, New Jersey.*
* Thank you, Paul Rudnick!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The Fall and Decline of Civilized Television
We're primarily interested in the falls. Here, four lovely lasses duke it out for the highest ratings and the highest hair on What's My Line? For your consideration:
Miss Jayne Mansfield
Miss Raquel Welch
Miss Jayne Meadows
Miss Joan Crawford
Miss Jayne Mansfield
Miss Raquel Welch
Miss Jayne Meadows
Miss Joan Crawford
Friday, May 14, 2010
Connie-Connie-Connie-Chameleon

In the 1930's, Constance Bennett was renowned as a fashion plate even more than she was as a movie star ("I'm a lot more sartorial than thespian," she acknowledged. "They come to see me and go out humming the costumes."). Interestingly, for all her East Coast pedigree, the New York-born and bred Bennett seemed to look southward for her fashion inspiration. To wit: her sleek, polished look of the 1930's was a Hollywoodized magnification of the ultra-chic style of such socialites as the Kentucky-born Mrs. Harrison Williams, later Mona, Countess of Bismarck.

By the 1950's, Connie's screen career had declined, but she found great success in the touring company of Auntie Mame, the fabulous stage play based on Patrick Dennis' novel, and a precursor to the musical. She was the perfect embodiment of brittle, theatrical glamour, and her look seemed to mirror that of Alabama's infamous daughter, Tallulah Bankhead.


As related by our dear friend Poseidon3 over at his utterly fascinating, fabulous blog, Poseidon's Underworld, Bennett made her simultaneous big screen comeback and swan song in Ross Hunter's plush remake of Madame X (1966). In preparation for her return before the cameras, Bennett once again completely transformed herself - this time, apparently taking a page from the Texas handbook of Miss Ann Miller.


And if you're gonna go, you may as well go like Annie!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
On the First Warm Day in May...
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
A Talent to Amuse
We hope we have one, darlings!
* This clip embodies everything we hold near and dear: brittle 1930's sophistication tarted up with 1960's wiglets and sequins. It's a culture clash of the very best kind!
Labels:
1960s,
Carmen McRae,
glamour,
hair,
Hair Hall of Fame,
music,
Noel Coward
Friday, April 23, 2010
We Endorse:
Even when white water rafting, two-step dancing, or (ahem) deep sea diving, your 'do will stay firmly in place! Don't put your finger in the dyke - use it to press down on a can of Aqua Net today!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Hairpiece to Heaven
The premiere of Madame X (1966): a slightly-soused Lana Turner (wearing a gown of her own design), Elke Sommer, Ann Miller, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Maureen O'Hara and Marie Wilson, all trying to out-do (no pun intended) one another in the bouffant wars, while Anne Francis is surprisingly soignee in understated chinchilla and Lizabeth Scott does the sleek lesbian bit and shows off a dangerously chic pageboy. We want to live in this video.
Higher and Higher

So much to savor here: a pill-poppin', hair-hoppin', acid-droppin' Jayne Mansfield, blissfully unaware of where the hell she is - which can be the only reason she's agreed to be photographed next to her arch rival, Mamie Van Doren, reseplendent in the latest in cat fur fashion and the trendy mismatched-wiglet look. Tommy Noonan is doing his best Jackie Gleason impression, while gallantly focusing the attention on his lovely wife, Foopy.
Yes, Foopy.
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