Alexandria, Virginia 1965, Part I
Category: Vintage
That’s My Fish Yo
Everyone Jump On The Peace Train
September 1864
General William Tecumseh (arguably the best middle name of all time) Sherman, of the Union Army, has taken Atlanta and orders his men to destroy many of the railroad lines in order to isolate the city from aid.
Swimsuits of ’84
Summer is on the horizon. Time to suit up and hit the waves. If you’re unsure as to what suits you, please find inspiration in swimwear from these January-June 1984 Vogues.
Could this be any more 80s? The overdone eyeliner, the one huge earring (because who doesn’t wear dangle earrings to the beach?), the low-cut animal print, and tousled hair. Perfect!
Are they feathers or surfboards? The 80s was all about colorful geometric prints.
This ad got right to the point. Wear Robby Len or nothing at all. And for some reason, one girl chose nothing.
This next one has a very aerobics vibe, with the shorn locks of a Benatar, a Jett, or even Jamie Lee Curtis. My concern is with the two buttons on her side. Avoid the downward dog!
The next Christian Dior ad is over-the-top and ridiculous. Here we see the bosom of Kelly LeBrock as it nearly spills out of her plunging neckline. Don’t hate me because I’m heavenly!
God bless America.
This next one is all about the color blocking in Crayola hues.
And lastly, we’ve got Footloose‘s Lori Singer with Aqua-Netted hair “fried, died, and shoved to the side,” as my queens used to say, holding a wailing infant (clearly upset with the quality of her pearls), while seagulls hover above. Has there ever been an image that captures the tranquility and beauty of the ocean more than this?
Casual Ways I Pose In My Downtime
I just got my hands on a heap of 80s Vogues, and thought I’d share some of the fun images I encountered in the following 1986 mags. Fashion models aren’t known for their realistic poses, but these are some doozies.
Looking fierce with those slim hips.
Rocking a baby, but backwards.
Oh, pardon me!
The statuesque Paulina.
Take the picture already. I have to pee!
The strut every woman makes when she walks into work. She’s so professional, her skirt buttons can’t stay fastened.
Most women like to dress up in haute couture and then plop on the floor like basic hounds, one arm awkwardly forced behind our backs. Is she on a cruise ship? Oh, Christy.
And lastly, the demure tribal bonfire pose.
Early predecessor to the culturally-appropriating fashionista Kim K.
No?
Voting In Style
Distraction
Women’s Work
And sometimes, you get a helpmeet! (yep, that’s a word)
Pink Pup Tent
This month’s In Style magazine awarded its best dress dress prize to this Valentino Haute Couture number.
I could write a list of reasons why I couldn’t carry this dress off, including its billowy unhygienic groundscraping hem and that jawline-tickling collar. Truth be told, I’d much prefer the poofy pink dress from the mid-80s Carefree ads, of which it reminded me.
The ruffles and sheen are much more flattering. And golly, she just looks happier.
Celebrating Moms
Refresh Me
Puddle Jumping
And where is a man to lay down his cape, so that the women may pass? Indeed, this puddle is much too deep for that, and too wide.
Here in Central Texas, we have received more spring rain than I can ever remember, and still more threatens through Saturday, though we pray it ends today. There’s only so much dirty puddle water one can tolerate sloshing about in her high heels.
I Don't Get It 