Jeanz Meanz summertime, anytime, new blues, faded blues, long legs, a look that’s sexy, tough, goes with workshirt or Saint Laurent blazer, a bright old idea that began with the Gold Rush and just keeps on looking great…
When you think you’ve seen all there is to see about separates, spring turns around and finds a whole new way of doing things! What’s on now? Cotton and cord going to any lengths with pants… soft lawn with tiny prints for shirting and some of the very newest skirts. And we’re giving you ideas about what spring’s all about!
Always lovely to see the West Pier here in Brighton, in all its glory two years before its closure in 1975. For those not familiar with it, the West Pier has had a very sad and protracted demise since then and only the skeleton remains, stranded out at sea. Thankfully, its prettier heyday was well-documented on film and in shoots like this.
Clockwise from top left: Wolsey, Brettles, Margit Brant, Wolsey, Abecita, Mary Quant.
It’s an accomplished fact that the warmest way to hibernate starts right next to your skin. Here, then, are some of the hottest bare body coverings – Short-johns, mid-johns, long-johns, vests, bodytops and a petticoat to wear under everything else, plus the cosiest nightie on the market.
Fabrics vary from wool to cotton jersey, man-mades and mixtures, all good old favourites that have proved their insulation properties over past winters. These hibernation undies are all warm investments and most of them glamorous enough to want to show off. Long-johns and mid-johns are staging a comeback as circulation increases: wear them rolled up, if you like, over tights, under socks. Pile them on to beat the winter.
Illustrations by Caroline Smith.
Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Flair, December 1971.
Left to right: Medico at Simpsons, Mary Quant, Marks & Spencer, Brettle, Mary Quant and Wolsey.
I must confess that I often find myself ironing in my underwear. Likewise cooking and cleaning. Seems a shame to get things dirty and creased, or myself all hot and bothered, whilst doing household chores. I fear this ‘outs’ me as rather anally retentive as far as clothes are concerned but, I don’t imagine it comes as much of a surprise to anyone.
The other thing with ironing is that I am often ironing a particular outfit at the last minute (having changed my mind fifteen times already…) and it needs to be instantly yanked on while I fly out of the door (having checked twenty times that the iron is turned off. Yes, I am also OCD). So I smiled a smile of familiarity when I saw these gorgeous photographs by Steve Hiett for Flair Magazine.
As always, Seventies undies completely trump all modern underwear as far as I am concerned…
Photographed by Steve Hiett. Scanned from Flair, August 1972
Left by Margit Brandt for Femilet. Right by Warners.
Margit Brandt for Femilet. Stockings by Charnos. Suspender belt by Rosy of Paris.
Ignoring the slightly dodgy undertones in the title of this fashion spread, it demonstrates why I love the Seventies look so much. I’m a petite girl, with petite curves, and while I’m perfectly capable of going braless, I love bras. Sadly, very few styles appeal to me. I honestly wish I could go shopping in Janet Reger, in the early Seventies.
Photographs by Tony Moussoulides. Flair Magazine, January 1971.