More discoveries on my seemingly endless travels through old magazines… The fact that nobody bothers to create such works of art as these [for the mere purpose of advertising] anymore is everything that is wrong with the modern world. In my opinion. The Woolworths Babydoll make-up advert is a DOUBLE page spread. It’s so exciting to see and, if I could, I would most certainly go and buy up armfuls of it right now. And surely that’s the point of advertising?
Make-up
Inspirational Images: Veruschka for Cutex, 1969
Inspirational Images, Make-up, sixties, veruschka, Vintage AdvertsPsssst…..
autumn, barry lategan, granny takes a trip, Inspirational Images, Make-up, mr freedom, Ms Peelpants' rants, platforms, seventies fashion, suede, Vogue…is it wrong to secretly be longing for it to be autumn?
Perhaps I bore too easily. More likely, it’s because I can’t bear being too hot. And, also, because I bore easily. I love my summer dresses, and there’s nothing quite like being able to leave the house without a jacket, cardigan and sometimes even sans shawl. But that very human tendency to want what you can’t have means that I start looking longingly at my long-sleeved crepe, velvet and polyester dresses, all taking a well-earned summer holiday. I keep having to bare my legs to the world. I miss tights! I also long to come out the other side of ‘ironing season’. Because I’m extremely pernickety and I insist on ironing all my cotton dresses, so that is rather my own fault. But still…
It also means that, gripped by the blindingly bad mood of a Really Bad Week (last week), I somehow wander into the shops and somehow buy the pair of buckled suede purple platforms I’ve been coveting since they appeared in store in June (when I was, officially, looking for a pretty pair of sandals for my holiday). Somehow I justify this by the fact that I waited three weeks, and that they might disappear by a more appropriate buying time. It’s less ridiculous to buy them in July than in June. I’ve had my summer holiday, ergo I can start thinking about an autumn getaway and the pretty suede shoes I might need for that. Ahem.
On a more practical, businesslike level, it also means I am gripped by confusion on what to list over at Vintage-a-Peel. Summer is pretty much silly season for vintage. No one is around and no one is really buying summer stuff once mid-July hits. At least, that’s always been the received wisdom. But, as a business, I cannot take a school holiday-length break from the world and come back in September with all my velvets and crepes. So I have to keep going.
High Street and designer shops are horribly clever. They know, that you know, that they will ensure that the most covetable pieces are going to sell out before you are ready. And so you pounce, and they can actually make money in hot and stinky August (after they’ve made their money in hot and stinky July when you’re throwing money at their summer sales. Often featuring items which have been in the summer sales for three years running as well).
I still haven’t come to any conclusion about this, in case you were wondering whether I had discovered the answer, I am just musing aloud. But, in case anyone feels the same way, I just wanted to make my confession. I’m really looking forward to the autumn.
Outfit by Reldan. Boots by Granny Takes a Trip

Outfit by Polly Peck. Boots by Noddy’s Nipple in The Kensington Market.
[not so crazy about this outfit, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to credit those boots to the delightfully named ‘Noddy’s Nipple’]
Advertisement feature from Vogue for Acrilan fabrics by various manufacturers. Make-up by Max Factor and photos by Barry Lategan.
All Hail La Driscoll
eyeliner, Inspirational Images, julie driscoll, Make-up, sixties, VogueMore fashion etiquette to break
gala, Inspirational Images, Make-up, seventies fashion, underwear, Vogue
Amazing images, ludicrous etiquette I’m happy to be breaking on a regular basis, clothes I want desperately. Ahhhh……it has to be more from Vogue, June 1971.
Pouting Perfection
Inspirational Images, Make-up, seventies fashion, Vogue, yves saint laurent
Blouse by YSL. From Vogue, June 1971. Photo by Peter Knapp
It reminds me of an occasion the other week, when a woman got on the train at the same time as me – and we ended up sitting across the table from each other. She flung her Easyjet ticket on the table, and started doing her make-up. She had about three make-up bags, which had all been poking out from various pockets on her suitcase (which clearly couldn’t be done up properly). I soon realised she was starting completely from scratch, intended to do a full job and also that she only had the time between Clapham Junction and Gatwick Airport in which to do it all. I tried not to stare, but I could almost hear the Countdown music going in my head and it was utterly fascinating.
The most I will do in public, usually, is a bit of a powder buffing and perhaps lipstick. Anything else, I would feel far too self-conscious. I wouldn’t dream of leaving the house without the make-up I needed to be wearing, unless I knew I could nip into the ladies somewhere en route. And that brings me back to this woman. Because she kept glaring at me. As though I shouldn’t be looking at her piling the slap on. Seriously? If you’re going to apply your maquillage on a crowded train, then you can’t expect everyone to demurely look away to protect your modesty.
She managed it, though, and I came very close to giving her a round of applause. Except she was still glaring at me and she looked a bit like Catherine Tate, which scared me as well. Ah well. Well done, random train make-up lady. Hope you enjoyed your weekend in Dublin!
Peel-off eyeliner?
1960s, eyeliner, Make-up, Vintage AdvertsRandom Picture Spam: Eyeliner
amanda lear, eyeliner, Françoise Hardy, Make-up, marianne faithfull, maureen starkey, natalie wood, pamela des barres, peggy moffitt, penelope tree, sandie shaw, sixties
I’m far too tired, achy and discombobulated to post anything too long and rambly tonight, so here’s a random picture post so I can attempt to maintain my unusual prolificacy at the moment….
I wish it were profligacy though; I love how I have to really think about which word I want to use. Ah well, that will come soon enough when I’ve recovered from the multitude of stresses which are upon me at the moment. And when it does, I will be wearing lots of eyeliner and lashes and drinking a lot of brandy. So just you watch out!
Well there you go, I was a bit rambly. Ha!
Strange Fashion Collaborations: Bill Gibb Nail Polish
1970s, bill gibb, Make-up, Vintage Adverts
I’ve seen variations of this advert across several Vogues I own, and it always baffles me. I mean, I don’t see why Gibb shouldn’t have done such a thing, but it also seems at odds with the ‘crap businessman’ label usually attached to him. It does make one wonder. He might easily have ventured down the road marked ‘mediocrity through licensing’, so well trodden by so many.
Perhaps there simply wasn’t much call for nail polish to match your Gibb frock. Perhaps they didn’t really match very well, they certainly don’t in the advert. Perhaps this is actually an example of his crap businessmanship? Very curious indeed….





























