I have to admit this was not my intention. Today I had the grand ambition to do a post on my desire to clothe myself in the stellar wardrobes of 1950s Westerns -- well, specifically The Searchers -- but my search for stills was thwarted, and I have yet to take pictures from the DVD myself. But let's pause and look for a moment at the lovely Martin Pauly from said film:
I'm a big fan of his look throughout the film, his ethos I guess. And the actor, Jeffrey Hunter (who went to the same Wisconsin HS as Anna ... separated by 60 years) may be the boy for whom the word "strapping" was created. Long story short, those images will come, and I've found something else to show instead. I'm very into the raccoon fur coats that have been popping up everywhere, but especially the comprehensive coverage in Ivy Style (a bit fuddy-duddy, I know). But look at these -- they're so absurd I might have to buy one, or mine the Heywood attics when I'm home for the holidays. Apparently they enjoyed two periods of popularity in ivy circles -- one in the 20s, and again in the 50s. I think I would have enjoyed carousing through both times, smug and snugly warm in one of these:
with my buddies ...
This is the last post about fur for a long time, I promise.
Also, even though they're basically over and will doubtless be this generation's bell-bottoms in the closet, if I were to buy one last pair of vaguely expensive fitted jeans it would be these:
Gotta love Robert Longo tributes! Great styling. Props to People's Market. What is the tie that binds all of this together? Vanity, I guess ... and reference.