Inspirational Images: Tinted Love

1970s, hand tinting, Inspirational Images, james wedge, Tom Grill

Scanned from The Art of Photographing Women by Tom Grill and Mark Scanlon

You should all know by now that I am enormously fond of the art of hand-tinting in photographs. Of course James Wedge is the Emperor of such artistry, but this example (by Tom Grill, I think. This book is frustratingly vague about credits…) is utterly lovely in every way. Apparently he tinted it using home food-colouring – and it is definitely quite edible!

Mild Sauce: What’s it like living with a stripper?

1970s, cosmopolitan, Lee Kraft, mild sauce

Photographed by Lee Kraft

Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Cosmopolitan, June 1972

Vintage Adverts: Mary Quant in Crimplene

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Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Cosmopolitan, May 1972

Inspirational Images: Nutters

1970s, barry lategan, Inspirational Images, Tommy Nutter, twiggy, Vogue

Twiggy and Tommy Tune, their suits by Tommy Nutter

Photograph by Barry Lategan. Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Vogue, September 1972

Inspirational Illustrations: Paloma Picasso by Antonio

1970s, Antonio, Illustrations, Inspirational Images, janet reger, Paloma Picasso, underwear, Vogue

Illustrations by Antonio of Paloma Picasso.

Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Vogue, September 1972.

Possibly the most wonderful illustrations I have ever seen, by the legendary Antonio. They’re actually rather different to much of his output, more playful and human. And of course, as I have blathered on about so many times, this style of underwear is actually perfect as far as I’m concerned.

Plus, ‘Halter the way you look’ appeals to me as a pun.  Yes, I’m easily pleased…

Illustrations by Antonio of Paloma Picasso.

Inspirational Images: Final revelations

1970s, Frank Horvat, Givenchy, Inspirational Images, Queen magazine

Token top made of black silk, and a leopard-print skirt slashed from waist to ankle on either side. By Givenchy.

Photographed by Frank Horvat. Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Queen, March 1970

Inspirational Illustrations: The eternal elegance of knitwear

1970s, Bellini, christopher mcdonnell, Harpers Bazaar, Illustrations, Inspirational Images, marrian mcdonnell, Mouchy, sally levison

Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Harpers Bazaar, October 1969

Illustration by Mouchy

Guy Day: When a man dreams of lips…

1970s, cosmopolitan, Make-up, Mensday, Vintage Adverts

Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Cosmopolitan, June 1972

I’m ignoring the filthy overtones of this advert – and his moustache – to enjoy the shagpile carpet and general interior decor amazingness…

p.s Thank you all for your amazing feedback and comments on the Ossie/Debenhams post the other day. I feel like I used my last vestiges of energy in writing it, and I haven’t really recovered enough to respond to comments yet. But please know that it means a lot to me, and you’re all very lovely.

Ossie Clark: If it’s not vintage, it’s not Ossie

1960s, 1970s, british boutique movement, Ms Peelpants' rants, ossie clark

Ossie Clark, 1969

I’m afraid I simply cannot bite my tongue and let this go. It feels like barely a moment since I was last ranting about Ossie Clark relaunches, although in fact it was back in 2008. Back then, we were fobbed off with tales of ‘Houses’ and quality and how nobody was just going to copy Ossie’s original designs. So how long did that relaunch last? Three seasons. And what were the clothes like? Ebay is currently flooded with these lousy scraps of fabric bearing the  name of a man who had nothing to do with them.

Now here we are again. Ossie Clark at Debenhams. You might wonder why I didn’t kick up an angry song and dance about the House of Fraser usage of the Biba brand for purely commercial ends. To be honest, like many people I have something approaching Biba relaunch fatigue. Frankly I’m almost at the point of vintage fatigue, thanks to the endless pilfering of ‘inspirations’ which are frequently little more than duplications (see Kate Moss for Topshop… in fact, see Topshop. Full stop.) and the, albeit fair enough, archive collections by Laura Ashley and River Island’s Chelsea Girl. I may or may not have walked past a House of Fraser store window, decked with faux Biba, and flipped the finger. It didn’t seem worth blogging about though. I just sit and judge from a distance.

Original Ossie, early Seventies

Back to the matter at hand, however. Ossie Clark at Debenhams? What next? Thea Porter at Boohoo.com? Bill Gibb at ASOS? Why have the rights to the Ossie Clark name once again been sold to someone thoroughly undeserving (this time to Alison Mansell Ltd)? Why is the identity of a dead man being stolen to sell cheap, nasty, derivative clothes for the profit of big business? Why is nobody in the fashion world questioning it?

On both Vogue.co.uk and Elleuk.com, press releases were regurgitated with fervour. Cosmopolitan got it hideously wrong with talk of ‘boho hippy chic’ (do some research and learn some new words…). The Debenhams blog piled on the insults by not even being able to spell Ossie’s name correctly. Clark. Not Clarke. I repeat, do some research. People on twitter were retweeting with suitably snivelling cries of ‘fashion happiness!’ ‘can’t wait!’ and ‘exciting stuff!’. Phrases such as “Ossie relaunches” are bandied about, despite the fact that a dead man cannot relaunch himself.

“mixture of new designs alongside a limited run of previously unreleased and remastered vintage pieces”

Previously unreleased? Is there a cupboard full of ‘demo’ Ossies out there somewhere? And please don’t use the word ‘remastered’ when you really mean “duplicated in a cheaper fabric”. Excuse me while I weep into my moss crepe sleeve…

Bianca Jagger in Ossie Clark, early Seventies

Ossie was not a brand. He was a genius. An unreliable, infuriating, naturally talented genius. An individual who never sought to and, in fact, never managed to create a viable business, nor a brand, nor a ‘house’. He never played by the rules. He could barely keep himself together long enough to do anything for anyone else. He fell out with just about everyone who ever tried to control or tame him. The work we know best was work reluctantly done for Radley, after they swooped in to rescue Alice Pollock’s flailing Quorum business. The work of which he was proudest was done for the Quorum collections, or as one-off commissions from friends and the famous faces he attracted.

He was a maverick and a genius, and to use his name as though he were some random King’s Road boutique is an insult to his memory.

Devon Wilson in original Ossie Clark, late Sixties

But then this isn’t about respect or regard, it’s not even about fashion. This is about cash. Pure and simple. The Ossie name commands high prices in the vintage world. I should know. But those high prices are because the pieces are finite. There will never be any more original Ossie Clarks than there currently are. People pay those prices because they want something designed by the man himself, with the history and quality that they hold within their fibres and stitches.

I know. Isn’t it awful. Vintage Ossie Clark will never be cheap and plentiful. Boo hoo. I work hard to afford to own the pieces I own myself. And I am not a wealthy person, I am so very far from it. I sell other pieces to people who also work hard and save, and save, to buy a piece for themselves. Producing something cheap and new under the same name will not redress this. You still won’t own a piece of Ossie Clark, I promise you.

Ossie Clark and Marie Helvin, 1978

Debenhams and Alison Mansell Ltd do not care about fashion history. They do not care about clothes. They certainly do not care about Ossie Clark. They only want your money. But when the fashion industry is looping around on itself like a spirograph, and there are no places left to go, then they take their opportunities wherever they can. And if that means trampling all over the name and legacy of a dead man, then trample they will.

And if you doubt what I say about the quality, please take a moment to look at the dress they have been using as their sole image so far. It speaks for itself.

Edited to note that the Daily Mail featured quotes from this blog in an article about the controversy, seemingly inspired by a column by Janet Street-Porter (also in the Mail) in which she also strongly criticised this relaunch.

You can also see equally impassioned blogs on the subject by Liz Tregenza and Queens of Vintage. Let’s start a revolution!

Inspirational Images: All Squares on the Knitting Front

1970s, Bellini, biba, Butler & Wilson, caroline baker, Crochetta, Harri Peccinotti, Inspirational Images, nova magazine

Black and brown sweater by Crochetta, wool knit beret at Beatrice Bellini Handknits, metal brooch at Anschel, bangles at Butler & Wilson.

I definitely want a brooch that says ‘BROOCH’.

Photographed by Harri Peccinotti. Scanned by Miss Peelpants from Nova, October 1972

Sweater and matching trousers by Virginia, stripey tights at Biba, bracelets from Butler & Wilson.