Scanned from The Sunday Times Magazine, February 21st 1971
It never ceases to amaze me just how widespread the influence of psychedelia was in the advertising world. Who would have thought that it would be used to sell tyres?
Illustrated by Michael Farrell. Click to enlarge.
Oh I do love a good map. Especially a fantastically illustrated map of all my favourite shops in London in 1971. It is the nearest I will ever come to being able to walk around them. Sadness ensues…
Scanned from Vanity Fair, July 1971.
Mr Freedom interior. Photograph: JON WEALLEANS
The lovely Paul Gorman very kindly sent me some sneaky peeky previews of his much-awaited new book about Tommy Roberts (Kleptomania, Mr Freedom, City Lights etc). From what I’ve seen and read so far, this is going to be quite a ‘must have’ book for anyone interested in Sixties and Seventies fashion – and specifically, the British Boutique scene in London at the time.
Cheeky and freaky, Mr Freedom clothes are amongst my very favourites of their kind. The bright, brash shapes, colours and logos have long since moved beyond pop-art irony and into the realms of the iconic themselves. This is the first, and I’m sure will remain the only, definitive look at the life of Roberts and his various other boutiques and projects … and I actually cannot wait to have a hard copy in my hands! I will give it a full review eventually, but until then…
Rock on Tommy, rock on…
You can pre-order Mr Freedom direct from Adelita for a mere £20.
Mr Freedom hotpants, 1970. Photo: Stephen Markeson (The Sun/NI Syndication)
Derek Morton suit for City Lights, 1973. Photographed by David Parkinson
Crepe dress by Simon Ellis, £8 15s
Photographs by Caroline Arber. Vogue, June 1970.
I wish summer would come. I wish my entire wardrobe consisted of these clothes. I wish every day could be a Caroline Arber kind of day…
Blouse by John Craig, £3 16s. Skirt by Pierre Elegante, £7.
Poppy red moss crepe dress with print by Celia Birtwell, by Ossie Clark for Radley, 11 gns at Quorum.
Dress by Gill Hutchings for Fair Lady, £4.
Blue-grey voile midi dress by Sujon, 7gns.
Rose and green jersey midi dress from Bus Stop, £6 15s
Scanned from Woman’s Own, October 22nd 1966
Ok, cats, I’m going to willingly lose cool points and confess that I had to look up what the hell ‘Ginchiest‘ means. (There’s even a song.) I can’t always immediately ‘get’ this kind of groovy talk. It was hard enough watching Beat Girl, daddy-o…
Scanned from The Sunday Times Magazine, June 1971
Personally, I need absolutely no encouragement…
The Hon. Tara Browne in a maroon silk suit chosen by his wife, Nicky, left. By Major Hayward. Gold shirt, Turnbull & Asser
Both Tara Browne and Brian Jones were at the height of their fame, fortune and follicular glory here. Neither would see the Seventies. Indeed, Browne wouldn’t even see out the year this feature hails from. Quite extraordinary to see them together in the same spread from Men In Vogue, November 1966. They even managed to date the same woman (Suki Potier was the passenger in Browne’s Lotus Elan when he died, and would later be comforted by Jones – dating him, on-and-off, until his death in 1969.)
Photographs by Michael Cooper.
Brian Jones, a Rolling Stone in a double-breasted black suit, striped red and white, chosen by Anita Pallenberg, above. Bright pink shirt, scarlet handkerchief and tie. All bought in New York. Black and white shoes found in Carnaby Street.
As an aside, I was amazed to read, for the first time, that there are actually people in the world who believe that Tara Browne underwent extensive plastic surgery to ‘become’ a replacement Paul McCartney. Because McCartney actually died in a motorbike accident in Liverpool [just before Browne faked his own death], dontchaknow? I mean no offence to a beloved Beatle, but why on earth would anyone bother? Nobody bothered doing that with any other dead rock star at the time.
I’m quite the arch timewaster myself, but even my mind boggles at the years people devote to such patently ludicrous things.
“Every designer has long scarves this season – decorating waists, flung over shoulders, slotted through necklines. Celia Birtwell, whose famous screen prints for Quorum enlivened some of their prettiest garments, has produced a new and imaginative collection of exotic zebra and tiger-printed chiffon fantasies which hide a multitude of flesh – even on our bonny pneumatic model. (In real life, Marinka works as a London barmaid.) The scarves come in three sizes, 44in. sq., 22in. sq., and 14in. sq., and cost £10, £6.50 and £4.50 respectively; they are obtainable from Quorum, Radnor Walk, Chelsea, London SW3, and also from their branch at Heath Street, Hampstead, London NW3.”
By Meriel McCooey. Photographed by Shirley Beljon. Mules by Terry de Havilland.
The Sunday Times Magazine. March 20th 1977.
Scanned from The Sunday Times Magazine, March 1972
Phwoar. Such a sexy sofa. In fact, I want everything in that photo. The outfit she’s wearing, the dog, the shagpile carpet, the sofa, the glass doors and so on…
One day, it will be mine!
Scanned from Photoplay, April 1967
Small feature on Jean Shrimpton’s clothes for her film debut in Privilege with Paul Jones.
I hate admitting I’ve not heard of a designer before, but Vanessa Clark is coming up as a blank for me.
Anyone?
Liz Eggleston 