Inspirational Editorials: Blouses on Wings

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Left: Jersey diamond by Hans Metzen. Red patent platforms by Bata. Hat by Brosseau. / Right: Black and white batwing by Hans Metzen. Platforms by Antonio at Bata International. Sailor hat by Brosseau.

How about that sleeve? Striped jerseys and white silks wider than they’re long.

Satin skirts, all pictures, by Screaming Mini at Reflection, Kensington High Street.

Photographed at Mr Chow’s Montpelier, Knightsbridge. Chess set with fake fur board at Harrods.

I’m always excited to see Alice Pollock anything, anywhere, but this spread features a blouse I have (except mine is in black) in the second image. There’s a good reason why vintage blouses get snapped up so quickly, and this photoshoot proves it…

Photographed by Barry Lategan. Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Vogue, April 1972

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Blouse by Alice Pollock, with fine faggoting instead of seams, at New Quorum and Che Guevara

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Blouse by Alice Pollock, at New Quorum and Che Guevara

Blouse by Alice Pollock, at Boston 151

Blouse by Alice Pollock, at Boston 151


Inspirational Editorials: Gentle Reminders

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Is anyone else utterly bored with this tedious, freezing weather? I am greatly looking forward to wearing lighter knitwear and bathing my face in warm, watery Spring sunlight – an atmosphere so perfectly captured in these stunning images.

Photographed by Michael Berkofsky. Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Honey, February 1974

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Sweater by Glynn Manson. Blouse from Essences. Cloche by Bermona.

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Aeroplane-patterned cardigan by Glyn Manson. Tie front cardigan from Mary Farrin. Linen skirt from Electric Fittings.

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Left: jumper from Essences. Right: Original 30s floppy jumper from Essences.


A Peek at the Boutique: Che Guevara

The first photo I have ever seen of the exterior of Kensington High Street boutique Che Guevara, home of Antony Price in the early Seventies. Gorgeous looking in every way…


Wet Stuff

No, no mild sauce prefix (arf arf!). It’s been rather damp in dear old Blighty lately, which has actually done the unthinkable/unbearable and forced me into actual shops where you buy actual new clothes (I needed some kind of trench-y raincoat thing and was starting to think I would have to wait forever to find the perfect vintage one I wanted) and obnoxious people push you away from the full-length mirrors and waft a disdainful hand at you (I kid ye not, my expression was pretty much the same as the photo immediately below…). Anyway, I’ve been meaning to scan this frankly awesome shoot from Honey magazine for simply ages. And given the current climate, it finally seemed very appropriate. 
Photos by Monty Coles. Honey magazine, February 1974

It’s a striking shoot. Rather modern-feeling (which just goes to prove that modern is rarely as modern as it seems…) and really affecting. Not emotionally, but physically. I can almost feel the models’ pain…


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