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The 60’s are Swinging onto Madison Ave
The return of Mad Men took me by surprise. Hiding for 17 months, I’d moved on, found my vintage fashion fix elsewhere. But when I heard it was coming back, it sparked my imagination discovering it was set in the late 60s. Finally I was gonna see Carnaby Street Mod’s or Sunshine Drenched Flower Children. YES! But I was getting ahead of myself.
What I got was just a taste. A perfect mouthful of what lay ahead in terms of how these ultra hip subcultures seduce these ad men. None other was the gorgeous, rhinestone collared, chiffon winged, LBD worn by Mrs. Draper (nee Calvet). What a total renard. Megan is an absolute French fox. She was right, that party did make people what to go home and have sex!
How hot was this?
C’est incroyable et tres cool…
*sigh…I want that dress.
It was the highlight, but there were some other gems I found either genius in terms of the times and the characters wearing them. How good is Roger? To me Roger can do no wrong (except the Black Face & the drinking the haterade for the Japanese thing; not cool, man). Roger not only has the best one liners, but his suits are cut to perfection. That man can wear the hell out of a grey 3 piece suit. This epsiode gave him some arm candy in the hilarious yet experimental chic the 60s are infamous for. That hair and block printed dress tickles me on a multitude of levels.
Its no surpirse the best outfits of the show were at the party. But not all of them, well, are cool. I present to you, the squares…
Wanh, wanh! That checkered jacket is ghastly! Game show host worthy attire from the prematurely balding Pete Campbell. I can’t stand this snake & show him no mercy. In the background, a sea of beiges and blah. I just hope Trudy doesn’t sport this tiring doo like Peggy does with her flip out. God love her, but change it up, darling!
I really, really tried to find a shot of Joanie in the pink dress. I thought the print was atrocious, but she hit it out of the park thanks to the tailoring; it hit every curve and hugged that hour glass figure. Honorable mention goes to Megan’s tangerine dress and that tres chic hair style. My total girl crush this season until the penny drops.
Bisous, bisous xo
p.s. I’ve shared the link for the original version of Zou Bisou Bisou. Sweet dreams!
Next time on Mad Men…
February 12, 2012 § 2 Comments
La Perfection, Son Nom est Françoise
Sitting here in snow swept Toronto, under mounds of books and looming midterms, my imagination is desperately taking flights of fancy. And where should it land, but none other than the City of Lights, of course! Paris to me, is like slipping into a second skin; although my French is atrocious, I am home again. A psychic once told me that I would adore Paris as I was supposedly a 15th Century French singer in my previous birth. Having already walked its cobblestone streets, I admit to feeling a deep affinity to Paris and I shall endeavor to return again and again. In this lifetime, I was not blessed with a sultry voice. So who better to represent the best of the Parisian chanteuses than my absolute favorite, Francoise Hardy.
This lithe and gorgeous lady has crooned her way into my French day dreams. Hearing her songs make me long for sunsets by the seine. A fellow Capricorn, Francoise was fiercely independent and made an in indelible mark on the Yeah Yeah scene. She could h0ld her own against Jane Birkin and Brigitte Bardot with her dusky voice and looks to match. As a style icon she is unrivaled. She was daring but always classy, a tomboy with feline flair; as an homage, I’ve cut my hair to resemble her effortless side swept do.
Upon my second French visit, I scoured the arrondissement’s for records, vintage clothes and yummy crepes. One afternoon, as I wandered through the Latin Quarter I came across what I can only describe as the Honest Ed’s of second hand French paraphernalia; super ghetts, but the prices were right. The tape collection was unfathomable; I wish I had taken pictures! Next to VHS cassettes of dubbed Schwarzenegger and Stallone films was a cramped vinyl section. Suddenly, a warm sensation tickled the back of my neck and I knew it; something fantastic was just waiting to be found. With nimble fingers I flicked away tawdry and unloved old wax, strategically maneuvering myself amongst the other pickers and obvious hoarders. ‘H’. As I came upon this letter, my excitement was palpable; I went 4 records in when I came upon it. For only 3 Euros staring me in the face was a double vinyl album, Francoise Hardy Nouvelle Edition. Incredible! It was a greatest hits comp, but who cares, it was Francoise! I paid the garcon and nearly skipped down the Boulevard Saint-Michel.
You can’t imagine how excited I was to hear Francoise’s Le Temps de L’amour in the trailer for Wes Anderson’s upcoming opus, Moonlight Kingdom. One of my favorite American auteurs who has impeccable taste.
Stay tuned, Happy Howlers, for more music, photos and memories from my most recent visit to Paris