A young Colin Firth in a white shirt? You’re welcome…
Styled by Hamish Bowles. Photographed by Robert Erdman.
Scanned by Miss Peelpants from The Face, October 1984
But before you start chucking him back, remember the average British male is all you’ve got to work on. So get working on him. Tell him you think his barber stinks. Say you’ll scream if he turns up in that seedy safari jacket, with those baggy drainpipes, and bunion-hugging shoes again. Meantime, wear this pale blue hooded coat £45, matching poloneck with red chevron front £21, and matching trousers £28. All by Sonia Rykiel at Browns.”
This is a quite-frankly-amazing little photo story from Vanity Fair, which sees our Cinderfella hero being taken from baggy drainpipes to novelty-print-shirted Hard Rock Cafe God, via the Kensington Church Street branch of Mr Freedom and Leonard of Mayfair.
Photographed by Marc Leonard. Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Vanity Fair, January 1972
…swap the chat for action. Shove him into Mr. Freedom, 2- Kensington Church Street, W8. Strip off his drainpipes and fit him into a pair of red velvet jeans, £7.75. Rip off his jacket and zip him into a red-and-white satin top, £7.95. (It’s got FAR OUT splashed over the shoulders to make sure he gets the message). And while you’re there, buy yourself some pale blue satin trousers, £5.25, a furry acrylic leopard-skin blouse, £9.95, and a black pom-pom beret, £4.”
He’s at Leonard, 6 Upper Grosvenor Street, W1 (even if you had to frog march him there), being tactfully handled by Peter. Wash, cut and blow-dry costs £3.75, beard 5-p. extra – not much when you consider it’s made a mean-moody-magnificent out of that surly yobo of yours.”
Sitting in the Hard Rock Cafe in his grey wool barathea Stirling Cooper suit, £28.00 with a waistcoat, and his tiny-man-patterned shirt, £4.90. Both from Way-In, Hans Crescent, SW1. You’re in your Missoni four-piece (orangey battledress top, matching trousers, orange silky blouse and toning striped tank top). £75 from Browns. Thinking what a perfect couple you make. Except that now he’s thinking: ‘Blimey mate, you could do a lot better than her if you tried.'”
“Pour ceux que le triste smoking ennuie, << Lui >> propose une mode du soir facile à porter. Certains vont mourir à Venise, << Lui >> a décidé pour un soir d’y vivre en beauté.”
Un éditorial parfait, from Lui, January 1972. Photographer sadly uncredited.
Photographed by John Carter. Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Petticoat, November 1971.
From left to right: She wears a curly fake fur short jacket by Elgee. Suede bib gauchos by 3 AM. Boots from Sacha. Canvas hat from Paradise Garage. He wears a leather flying jacket from Badges and Equipment. McCaul’s pullover. Pants from Take 6. Ravel lace-ups.
She wears: Suede jacket with furry trim by Hidegrade. Waistcoat by Take Six. Plus fours by Gordon King. Crochet hat from Biba. Watch from Paradise Garage. Boots from Russell and Bromley. He wears a suede hooded coat from C&A. John Craig polo jumper. Check pants from Bus Stop. Lace-up boots from Ravel.
Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Queen, November 1969
Earlier in the summer, Mr Brownwindsor and I took a few little day trips around the time of my birthday. One was to Bodiam Castle, over on the other side of East Sussex from us. It was a true fairytale of a ruined castle and a lovely day out. So I was delighted to spot this picture of Donovan on the back cover of one of my odd Bravo magazines, in all his troubadour finery (and oh! how I want that cape…) in the picturesque lake which surrounds it. Sadly, we didn’t get the chance to ponce around in a boat on the lake. Lake poncing should definitely be introduced at Bodiam…
Scanned from Bravo, May 1968