Monday, February 28, 2011

Family Fashion

I love the nostalgia of old family photos and the cringe inducing fashion. A lot of these were taken around the mid 80's - mid 90's.
My parents in their early thirties. My mom looks like a teen from the 70's (I think it's the hat) and my dad looks like a swinger from the 70's (I think it's the necklace)

My Grandma on my dad's side of the family is the lady in the middle

My brother Brandon did some child modeling. He is in the middle with the green neon cap and blue pants. Bwahahaha.

Brandon again in a sailor suit. Ahoy!

Brandon loves Mickey D's, so do all children.

My brother Michael looks like he's wearing comics.

My mother dressed me as a pink puffy ball of frills on a number of occasions, I guess that's why I am the way I am.

My best look, I think. I would reincarnate this.

The best naps of my life.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Jane Eyre

A couple summers ago I read the book Jane Eyre and loved it. Super girly gushy love. So classy and romantic, incredible cheesey in some parts, but a classic for a reason! I am so damned excited for the new theatrical version coming out in theaters March 11!!! I went on a Jane Eyre binge after I first read it and watched as many version as I could find online. The latest BBC mini-series made in 2006 was amazing and I'll be surprised if this movie can surpass it. The 1983 BBC version isn't bad, Timothy Dalton brings the heat but the actress who plays Jane makes the romance fall flat. Never watch the 1996 version starring Charlotte Gainsborough, it's awful. Anyway, I did these terribly embarrassing, fan-girl doodles of how I envisioned the characters to look after I read the book. Neither of the main characters were pretty, Rochester was large and ape-ish, Jane was small and elf-ish.

Drawn from a screen cap of the 1983 version. Actors looked perfect, but didn't act perfect.

I would love to see a runway show inspired by Jane Eyre. It would probably be in the ghostly, Gothic-Victorian style that Dame Darcy drew it. Every outfit would be long, poofy dresses with tight waists, long sleeves, and the appropriate cuffs. The colour palette would remain all moody black, grey, and white, but maybe with a spark of red in there for passion. The models would be ugly and spindly (but most models are).

The lack of dress dress

nudity + mask.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Neon Victorian

My silly scanner does not compute neon yellow, orange, pink or green, but if it did you would be seeing the Lauren Willmot Spring 2011 Neon Victorian Collection. It would have been so awesome, a combination of the entire 1800's and the 80's to make a Victorian neon rainbow. There would have been black light Chandeliers hanging over the catwalk to make all the white and neon pop. The makeup and hair would have been either white wigs and black face minstrel with neon eyeshadow and lipstick, or black wigs with white clown makeup and neon eyeshadow and lipstick. Inspired by wake me up before you go-go and puttin' on the ritz, of course. That might have been the runway music. Or something by Neon Indian. So sad you missed it! Maybe next year.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Best of Playboy - April '69

Ah. 1969. All about free love, man. Love your fellow man. Touch your fellow man. Lower.

So of course the highlight of this magazine is an interview with Allen Ginsberg, who Playboy describes as "the hippie-guru poet laureate of the new left and the flower children". I loved reading this, Ginsberg doesn't sound like someone I'd want to be my best friend, but rather party with. You can read most of his works online. If you've never heard his stuff before, I think the best way to introduce yourself would be to lie on the floor with your eyes closed, a doob in hand, and listen to him read Howl, his most famous poem. Interestly enough I just discovered that a movie came out last year called Howl about the poem, starring James Franco as Allen Ginsberg (which is weird because Franco is way way hotter, but that's Hollywood, turning freaks into studs). So many Ginsberg-isms in the interview. I'll quote a few of my favourites:

When the participants in the Berkeley Free Speech movement were sentenced to jail terms in 1966, Ginsberg was there- not carrying a placard, like the other protesters, but clanging finger cymbals and droning a Hindu chant, in order to "soothe and calm the heart of the judge".

Playboy: How do you see yourself?

Ginsberg: Not in a word or image: I see myself as a being who is being and being more and more. Sometimes that looks heroic, sometimes fucked-up heroic because of having to be at all. Such a bad Karma!

Ginsberg: It's like the old shamans who are often androgynous or homosexual: Since they're outside normal social routine, they're specialized social critics and have sensitivities that others don't have; they're men who see aspects of male history from a woman's point of view. That spectrum of experience is a useful information bank of supplementary intelligence that can be of real value in community self-understanding and awareness. Anyone in that position has enough troubles fulfilling such heavy duties to society without being hit on the head for being a fairy; he should be kissed instead. In fact, innumerable young men ought to offer their bodies to him in order to recompense him for the suffering solitariness of his freaky prophecy-hood. And they should come up offering their bodies before I get too old to enjoy it.

So you can watch this movie called The Killing of Sister George on youtube. It's actually a really powerful film about showbiz and lesbians. It is hard to watch because the main character, although superbly acted, is a raging bitch. Lots of fucked-up-ness abound, including nun-molesting and cigar-eating. Sadly the sex scene in the movie was banned from youtube, which is ridiculous. In fact most of the sex scene is shown in the above pictures. It is interesting that the film is as controversial today as it was in the sixties.

Love this suit jacket!

Make sure you buy the matching shoes with the matchless suit.

The pin-wheel of guns wins for being the most ridiculous home decoration ever.

Rad light.

playmate of the month

Brigitte Bardot

Where the hell would you put all those socks anyway?

Silk scarves = SO IN

Check out more man fashion from this issue here.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Sunday, February 6, 2011

The Best of Playboy - January '67

The beginning of 1967 was all about pop art and parties, Fidel Castro, sex and scotch.

A lengthy interview with Fidel Castro is featured in this issue:

"I believe that the United States, with its imperialist foreign policy, is accelerating the radicalization process of revolutionary movements not only in Cuba but throughout the world."

"An enemy of socialism cannot write in our newspapers- but we don't deny it, and we don't go around proclaiming a hypothetical freedom of the press where it doesn't exist, the way you people do."

"If you ask me whether I considered myself a revolutionary at the time I was in the mountains, I would answer yes. If you asked me whether I considered myself a classic Communist, I would say no."

There were quite a few garments with Playboy bunny logos including sweaters and shirts

playmate of the month

Salvador Dali

Andy Warhol

Larry Rivers

George Segal

Roy Schnackenberg

Tom Wesselman

Alfred Leslie

Frank Gallo