Showing posts with label Vogue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vogue. Show all posts

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Saturday, September 21, 2013

That Was No Lady


"Why am I so good at playing bitches? I think it's because I'm not a bitch. Maybe that's why Miss Crawford always plays ladies." -- Bette Davis on Joan Crawford


Monday, May 20, 2013

Ah, Remember When...

...Mrs. Vreeland and Avedon absolutely adored Cher?
 
 
...Cher could work a frock better than most actual models?
 
 
 
 
...and this question only had a double entendre?
 
 
CHER
May 20, 1946
 

Friday, April 15, 2011

Lush Life

Elizabeth Taylor, photographed by Henry Clarke for Vogue, 1967

This is one of our favorite photos of La Liz: well past the ingenue stage; into her uber-glam Jet Set period; but not yet at the "I'm only 36 but act 56, I'm sauced by 10 a.m. and, yea, why not have another helping of Peach Melba?" (as the brilliant JungleRed put it) crisis mode. She looks grown up, assured and lovely here; and doesn't she remind you all of a certain gorgeous lioness over at Stella's Roar? Have a glamorous weekend, darlings!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

If You Want the Girl Next Door...


...go next door. If you want Anouk Aimee, you're in the right place, darlings!





ANOUK AIMEE
April 27, 1932

Monday, January 4, 2010

She WORKS!!!

Our year, 1962 also contained the loss of Marilyn Monroe. A Hollywood latchkey kid who became a Sex Goddess, and who wrested some sanity by making a move to New York to study an art that in many ways, she could have been teaching.

The amazing thing about Monroe for me is that, in her work and in her public persona, she seemed able to play both flighty sex sprite and grounded earth mother simultaneously.

I've discovered a beautiful clip that was assembled from many shots of the famous Bert Stern fashion shoot that was done for Vogue just weeks before her death. Unfortunately, embedding of it is prohibited. So I'm going to include the link to it and hope you'll venture over. It's less than two minutes long and you'll be glad you did.

***WARNING*** There is jewelry biting involved!

Click here to see it

What you will see is that she is also an accomplished model who knew, not only her body, but also how to work and sell a garment!



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Sunday, December 27, 2009

We Want to Be Mrs. Charles Minot Amory

"Mrs. Amory fills her summers with specialized local-into-national events: the races at Belmont; golf at The Greenbrier, and Southampton where she lives in the summer; polo on Long Island; excursions into city life."

MRS. CHARLES MINOT AMORY at Belmont Park. White Honan silk dress; big blue straw hat.

She watches golf in Southampton. Dress striped with gold braid; white cashmere cardigan.


"Mrs. Amory's summer plans are sometimes city plans. Her problem (a familiar one): a wardrobe that balances at either end of the scale."

She dances at the St. Regis Roof. White silk halter dress; short, very tailored.

She has luncheon at The Colony Restaurant. Wide-skirted Honan suit.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Black and White...


...and fabulous all over. The singularly most glamorous moment of our lives was lunching a table away from Ms. Vanderbilt and Dina Merrill; it was our little Answered Prayers moment.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Lost in Space...


...somewhere on Planet Veruschka.

Which, come to think of it, bears a startling resemblance to Planet Fabulon.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Strut, Pout, Put it Out...



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Thank you, Mr. Peacock!