"Zandra Rhodes has started doing sweaters, startling sweaters. Designed a black kimono cardigan. Holes for arms to go through, rose pink edge and inset. Nell Campbell, small Australian dancer and actress, wears it with Gamba’s pink wool leg warmers and a pair of black tights. Then hugs Martin Sharp, Australian painter, wears another sweater that’s pink and green on top, huge green sleeved and blue ribbed into ducks’ tails. With this Zandra Rhodes black silk jersey skirt of lampshade frills; at Piero de Monzi. The sweaters, along with others dotty, frilly, fiercely striped, are in her collection at Browns." Photographed by Jonvelle.
Scanned from Vogue, September 1st 1972. lizeggleston.com #zandrarhodes #nellcampbell #1970s #jonvelle
This month is the centenary of two of my favourite people I've ever known. Born a few days apart (she was the older, he liked to remind her of this!), my Nana and Grandad (Sue and Bob). She was born in Ireland but grew up in London, at times in extreme poverty. He was a smouldering Essex boy. They were both working at the same place but didn't meet until they were all evacuated up to Derbyshire at the start of the war. I remember her saying how she thought he was very full of himself ("used to strut into the canteen with his jacket swung over his shoulder") but like all good romance stories, they fell madly in love. There are probably hundreds of letters they wrote each other while he was in the RAF and making his way around the Middle East, and they're so good - and funny! I'm grateful that my grandad was incapable of throwing anything away (clearing out the attic turned up a roll of his RAF issue toilet paper, loads of ancient, broken vacuum cleaners and a full size sofa nobody remembered him putting up there) because otherwise I suppose the letters might have been lost.
I miss them a lot, they were wonderfully affectionate and funny people and their house was one of my favourite places to be.
I really wish someone would resurrect Honey and 19 magazine! xx
These are wonderful illustrations. Love them! I'm keen to know more about Paul Leith.
I know. These forgotten illustrative geniuses need to be rediscovered. I wish I could be confident that Honey and 19 would be half as good as they were back then, but they wouldn't. It would be the same as all the other pappy magazines around at the moment. 😦
http://paulleith.co.uk/