Inspirational Images: Still life and white fur

1970s, Christian Carez, hand tinting, Inspirational Images

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Photographed by Christian Carez, publication unknown. Continuing my fascination with hand-tinted photographs.

Scanned by Miss Peelpants from the Photography Year Book 1971

Inspirational Images: Floating daisies on the beach

1970s, celia birtwell, Inspirational Images, ossie clark

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Photographed by François Gillet (Bournemouth College of Art)

Scanned by Miss Peelpants from the British Journal of Photography Annual 1972.

New listings: Ossie Clark – The Real Deal

1970s, bags, Barker, british boutique movement, Chenille, david silverman, frank usher, jean varon, john bates, Jon Adam, kurt geiger, Manfield, ossie clark, Renata, Tadashi

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I only sell the originals, y’know. There are still many more listings to come, so keep your eyes peeled over on the Vintage-a-Peel facebook page.

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Mild Sauce: Jilly Johnson in Janet Reger

1970s, Bob Carlos Clarke, Inspirational Images, janet reger, jilly johnson, mild sauce, underwear

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Expect more posts with more saucy Janet Reger catalogue goodness, but to begin with – Jilly Johnson.

(date unknown but I’m guessing ’79-’80)

Photographed by Bob Carlos Clarke. Scanned by Miss Peelpants.

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Inspirational Editorials: All wrapped up – the jacket look

1960s, Daniel Hecter, Inspirational Images, ossie clark, top gear, Vanessa Frye, Vintage Editorials, Vogue, Weathergay

Python jacket by Ossie Clark for Quorum, about 40 gns. Grey shetland sweater by John Craig.

Photographed by David Montgomery. Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Vogue, September 1968.

Sleek jacket in fake ponyskin by Daniel Hecter for Weathergay, 16½ gns at Top Gear.

Rain jacket in Bord fabric by Daniel Hechter for Weathergay, 14 gns at Top Gear. Muffler and soft shaped hat by Lil from Vanessa Frye. Trousers from Browns. Shoes by Miss Holms.

Inspirational Images: Waves of wine and roses

1970s, barry lategan, Inspirational Images, Joan Hall, Vogue

Collage by Joan Hall/Barry Lategan

Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Vogue, September 1972

Inspirational Images: Ossie Clark, 1971

1970s, Boston-151, harpers and queen, Inspirational Images, james wedge, ossie clark

Loose black crepe jacket with padded shoulders and tulip appliqué, £44.50; matching Oxford Bags, £11.50; appliqué-ed sleeveless waistcoat, £14.75; emerald satin shirt, £7.50; Ossie Clark exclusive to Boston 151. Shoes, £16; Chelsea Cobbler.

Photographed by James Wedge.

Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Harpers and Queen, December 1971.

Inspirational Editorials: Le style Franglais

1970s, Alan Rodin, anello and davide, Charlotte March, chelsea cobbler, Inspirational Images, janice wainwright, nova magazine, simon massey, Tony Berkley, Vintage Editorials

L-R: Gauchos and battle jacket by Tony Berkley, boots at Elliott; Midi coat and matching pants by Alan Rodin, belt by The Wild Mustang Manfacturing Co, boots to order at the Chelsea Cobbler; Skirt and midi coat by Tony Berkley, blouse by Alan Rodin, boots by Anello & Davide.

Time to dig out the gauchos, zig zag knits and lace up boots again. Not that I ever need any encouragement, mind…

Photographed by Charlotte March. Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Nova, September 1970.

All three printed dresses in dicel crepe by Janice Wainwright at Simon Massey

Mensday: Ties Gone By

cosmopolitan, Illustrations, McKinley Howell, Mensday, menswear, mild sauce

Drawing by McKinley Howell

Scanned from Cosmopolitan, September 1975

Biba in Brighton

1960s, 1970s, barbara hulanicki, biba, brighton, british boutique movement

My sadness in missing the opening of the Biba exhibition at Brighton Museum back in September was slightly assuaged by an email from the lovely Jo Ann Fortune of Visit Brighton, informing me that I had won two tickets to go and see it. I never win anything, so naturally I was shocked and delighted. I was determined I would not go until I was walking properly, so Mr Brownwindsor and I finally made it there a couple of weeks ago, on a frosty Sunday afternoon.

Needless to say, it was a delight. I had thought, as someone who owns and sells a lot of Biba, that I would be confronted with a whole host of pieces I have already had the pleasure of handling or wearing. It was a pleasant surprise to see that the vast majority were either entirely new to me, or pieces I have lusted over from afar for years. That is a credit to the design prolificacy of Barbara Hulanicki, and to Angie Smith and Murray Blewett, whose impressive Biba collections form the bulk of the exhibition. Further to my blog on the subject a while ago, there is also a rare surviving piece from that first foray into mail order – the outfit which launched the entire label. Sadly it is only the headscarf, but incredibly tantalising to see up close.

There were plenty of pieces loaned by members of the public as well, with fascinating stories of wages being splurged in the name of Biba, descriptions of the interiors, and of the most outrageously wonderful wedding outfits. Seriously, how have we moved so far back away from the modernity of wearing a cropped satin top and flares ensemble for a civil ceremony? These women were fighting against the roles their mothers had felt obliged to assume; fighting against convention, against sexism and the virginal white wedding which has inexplicably dominated since the 19th century. I loved that these women simply picked a phenomenal Biba outfit and couldn’t give two hoots about whether anyone thought they were ‘one of them’.

Further cabinets and displays covered Barbara’s early life, her time in Brighton (of course, and we slightly geekily went to find her former residence in Grand Avenue after seeing the address printed in a newspaper clipping!), the genesis of Biba and the various aspects of the Big Biba lifestyle which were catered to by the time they moved into the Derry and Toms building in 1973. Yes, there are soapflakes.

I feel more could have been done to evoke the Big Biba spirit, particularly in the main display room. Certain nods were made, such as the hatstands, but it was minimal and far too tasteful. Although credit where credit is due: whoever chose the playlist should be greatly congratulated, hugged and applauded for their taste and understanding of the Biba vibe.

(Although the man who kept singing and tapping his foot along loudly is definitely not part of the Biba vibe and garnered some filthy looks from me and several others…)

The final room, which touched – a little too lightly – on Barbara’s other talents for illustration and interior design, also featured a row of pieces from her (and I may make myself unpopular here…) half-hearted George at Asda and Topshop ranges, with another piece from the hateful Kate Moss for Topshop collection (inspired by a wrecked Biba jumper which looks suspiciously Eighties to me). I felt that this final display was a poor finale to what was otherwise a lovely, small-but-perfectly-formed, exhibition. Why would you want to leave with such a bad taste in your mouth? On the other hand, they make the longing for clothes of the quality of Biba even greater and show up the endless re-hashing of Seventies design for what it really is.

Biba and beyond is a wonderful celebration of one of the most creative periods in British fashion design we have ever known. It should also be a wake-up call for people to become more discerning in their sartorial choices. People compare Biba to Primark, but the levels of manufacture are not even remotely comparable. Who is designing these days? Who is actually taking inspirations and not just duplicating them wholesale, but in fact creating something entirely new and fresh? Barbara did, so can someone else.

Biba and Beyond is on until 14th April 2013, and is a wonderful feast for the eyes. It may also be bad for your bank balance, since you will want to own more and more Biba. Trust me, it’s addictive.

Through the [extremely peculiar] looking glass…