Wisdom (or lack of it)

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Miss Peelpants is recuperating from a wisdom tooth extraction yesterday afternoon. It was a general anaesthetic (although only day surgery) and her cheek has swollen up to chipmunk-esque proportions, so she is currently in hiding in the safety and privacy (trust me, you wouldn’t want to see this walking past you in the street!) of her parents’ house.

Yeah, I needed my mum…..awwwwww 😉

I wouldn’t normally inform all my customers of something like this, only I thought I ought to explain why I might not be able to mark items as sold from the site or dispatch out for a few days. At the moment, it only covers the Jeff Banks blouse but I will keep you all up to date on things via this blog until I am well enough to return home and correct things.

Much love from a very bruised and woozy Miss Peelpants xx

The Genius of Jeff

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There are a few absolutes in vintage clothing, and the quality, fit and beauty of a Jeff Banks designed blouse is one of them. They’re my favourite vintage staple, beloved of anyone who loves clothes they can just sling on over some jeans and feel fabulous with minimal effort.

This blouse is made in a really stunning art-deco inspired printed fine cotton. Repeat printed with the head of a be-capped swimmer, it captures the fun and frivolous mood of Seventies clothing (which was so inspired by the novelty prints of the 30s and 40s). The fit is always beautiful with a Banks blouse, as are the delicious puffed sleeves and the enormous winged collar. If you don’t have one already, you need one. If you love Banks blouses, this is one of the best!

£45 over at Vintage-a-Peel……

The difference between edgy and tacky….

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Courtesy of the Sugababes and Girls Aloud (two supposedly ‘edgy’ girl groups in the UK for the blissfully uninitiated out there).

In terms of songs and general appeal, the Sugababes have always had the edge for me. Sure, not ALL of their songs are amazing but I’m not averse to the odd one on my MP3 player. I believe Girls Aloud are meant to have the same broad appeal, but unless I were to find myself slightly tipsy in a cheesy nightclub…I’m not sure I’d ever choose to listen to their music. In both cases, I think they’ve taken a long time and several stylists to get to a point where you could slightly respect their fashion sense too. But still the Sugababes have the edge for me. They’re far less cookie-cutter in appearance and I like their refusal to smile or dance much (coolness is as much in the eye of the beholder as beauty). Girls Aloud have more of a propensity to don those dreadful Kyri dresses so beloved of the Z-list celebrities and en masse they frequently resemble the hordes of hen parties I recall from my time living in Bournemouth.

The proof is in the two latest videos for the two tribes. Whereas the Sugababes have managed to pull off a stunning, Vogue-editorial-style promo for what is a slightly mediocre song*, Girls Aloud have produced the single most tacky visuals for the single worst song I think I’ve ever heard in my life.

I can kinda see where they were headed with the pseudo-Georgian corsets, feathers and big hair. And I admire big hair when people have the guts to do it. I even crimped in the name of Kate Bush for New Years, so I’m no slouch in the weird hair styling department. But something about the execution of the ideas, the lighting, the costume-y costumes….the sheer unconvincingness (it’s a word…..) of their attempts to be edgy in the face of such a dreadful song and the clear horror of having looked at themselves in the mirror prior to walking out on set and realising there’s no turning back…..(note to Girls Aloud…..this is the point where you stomp off and have a hissy diva fit and refuse to come back until they’ve replaced the stylist). Ohhhh the list is endless. It’s truly heinous.

I keep seeing the Sugababes video and cooing at Heidi’s pink hair. I have no idea why, although I did manage [I think] to pull off a blue wig once before in my life. At least I think I did. I have worn some weird stuff in my time. The hair and make-up styling is varied and beautiful. I also love the newspaper dress, the plastic bag(?) one, the playing card hats and pretty much just about everything in there. Hugely unwearable but genuinely, bafflingly brilliant. Heidi’s even wearing a Pierrot collar at one point (I can see I will not rest until I’ve gone out in one – it’s turning into a theme at the moment).

At times they both reminded me of the Army of Lovers Crucified video (see below if you’ve never seen it – high camp and highly rewarding!!).

Anyway, enough wittering. I thought it was an interesting compare and contrast example of getting it right vs. getting it horribly wrong.

*It’s still better than anything I’ve ever heard by Girls Aloud

Harlequin Suit & Pierrot Collar Lust – Alison Goldfrapp

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At some point, I intend to make Alison Goldfrapp one of my website style icons and I will wax lyrical about her fabulousness in greater detail. In the meantime, may I just say that the photoshoot for Goldfrapp’s latest album, Seventh Tree, is officially my new favourite photoshoot in recent years. I knew I was going to love the new look after the distinctly Bill Gibb style tunic she wore in the A&E video, [and whoever created the dancing leaf people was a genius], but I had no idea just how much. I really hope there are even more shots from this, but for the time being I’ll just post the divine images I’ve seen so far. Yeah, yeah, it’s not exactly wearable but who cares?

I feel a sudden need to be hugged by a giant owl whilst wearing a clown tunic. Who wouldn’t?

Now where can I find me a Harlequin suit, hat and a big empty space to run around wearing it?

Ossie Clark’s Sons May Sue….

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My flatmate left this article out this morning for me, and I must admit that I punched the air a little bit. I can’t even begin to imagine how painful this all must be for them, it’s painful enough as a fan of the great man himself, to see your father’s memory being tainted and exploited by a tacky relaunch. I also read an article with Celia in the Independent where she skirted around the gross insult that this relaunch is with her trademark steely tact. Yet, in an article in the ES magazine (which oddly fell into my hands on the tube on Sunday night, and entertained me when I noticed the fallen frayed hem on one of the dresses in the background) the twosome spearheading this revival bleated on about how Celia had come around to the idea.

“Celia came along to meet Av and she was absolutely fine with it.”

Not the impression I got, that’s for sure. Especially in light of today’s news.

Anyway, to the collection itself. The snippets I have seen have proved to me that a substantial proportion of the collection is a poor remake of some of Ossie’s original designs. The yellow plunge neck which seems to be being used as the key image so far, more resembles one of his Model T Ford plunge necks with some of the neckline stitched up (you see them on ebay occasionally, courtesy of some very modest original owners). Like they designed with the big plunge in mind, but chickened out at the last minute (either that or poor cutting meant it didn’t sit properly on the body and modifications needed to be made).



Everything else? Yawn. Sorry, most of it looks like bog standard attempts at avant-garde-inspired-by-Ossie (like this puffball of a piece below). The designer is not, as some lackey who posted on my blog a while ago likes to insist, showing any independence of thought or proving to me that he is a creative and powerful new talent in the design world. He may well be, but how am I suppose to know that from all this bobbins?



Oh and that brings me to the prints. Now I know Celia couldn’t or wouldn’t be involved, and I’d have been just as aghast if they’d attempted to duplicate her work but…..seriously? Is this the best they could get? Smudgy, tie-dyed blobs in super dull and dreary colours? I don’t suppose I’d particularly notice the prints in any other collection but when it’s attempting to recreate the Ossie Clark magic, they really do draw the eye and then beat it with a big, dull stick.

I’m a cynic I know, and cynical folks out there will smirk and comment that I always set out to loathe this collection. They’d be right. But I’m also prepared to admit when I’ve been wrong. But this time, I wasn’t wrong. My instincts were all right. This wasn’t about the creation of new and beautiful works of art inspired by the legacy of Ossie. This wasn’t even the duplication-fest I thought it would be. It’s worse than that, it’s fallen between the two stools very, very hard on its bum.

Nice try, but no biscuit.

Price on request? Please! Spend your money on an original. They’ll be a lot cheaper, last a lot longer and you know what? Ossie Clark actually designed them.

Style Icons…..Bay City Rollers? Surely not?

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Last night, on the tube up to to Kings Cross, I saw something which nearly made me whip out my mobile phone to take a pic…..but, I just couldn’t do it to the poor kid. I’m sure he was on his way to a gig or something, this teenage boy (at least I’m assuming so, and what a poor fashion-victim sod who should know better if he ISN’T a teenager) got on wearing what I believe is a pure Hoxton look. Y’know, the whole Russell Brand, Noel Fielding skinny black jeans and skinny leather jacket get up (and these were, officially the skinniest jeans I ever did see). The silver winklepickers were quite a sight to behold, so shiny I’m sure he could see his face in them. But what really tickled me, thankfully not literally, was his hair.

I’m sure he was going for the Noel Fielding bouffant shaggy backcombed coif…..comme ci

But somehow wound up looking more like Dusty from the Bay City Rollers…..comme ça

I’m sure it wasn’t the intention, but I thought he’d have actually looked more ‘individual’ and edgy if he’d gone for the cropped flares and platforms instead of the skinny jeans and winklepickers. Ridiculous, yes…..but he looked ridiculous anyway. At least he’d have been ridiculous in a way I could admire, because I certainly can’t laugh at people in platforms. You should see how many I have in my wardrobe…..

Marit Allen RIP

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I can’t find any information online about it, but a friend has told me that the wonderful Marit Allen has passed away. The name might be meaningless to most of you, but she was instrumental in the careers of people like John Bates and Ossie Clark.

She worked as the ‘Young Ideas’ editor at Vogue in the mid-Sixties and her youthful approach to the clothes, styling and photographs ensured that the designs popular out on the street became widely appreciated through exposure in Vogue. She championed the young Bates, thus enabling him to continue creating the designs he had been struggling to get noticed with. Young Ideas also featured Ossie Clark’s work in the same summer that he graduated from the RCA and started working for Quorum, so Marit was certainly a visionary and true talent-spotter!

She accumulated a vast archive of pieces from the British Boutique Movement, including her wedding suit which was a Bates design, and this collection filled many gaps in the V&A’s Sixties Exhibition last year. I was ridiculously proud that my handful of pieces were being exhibited alongside hers.

She later developed a career in costume design, being designer for films like Brokeback Mountain and Thunderbirds (amongst many others).

I also had the very, VERY great pleasure of meeting her in January at a study day linked with the Sixties exhibition at the V&A. In retrospect, she was possibly the person I was the most excited about hearing speak and then meeting. And bearing in mind that Barbara Hulanicki and Foale & Tuffin were also in attendance, well that’s saying something about my respect for Marit.

It was so lovely to hear her talk about her experiences and views on the era, with photographs and thoughts on the designers. I had begun to think that the day would pass by with no mention of John Bates’ contribution to British fashion but, as in the Boutique book by Marnie Fogg, Marit sought to emphasize his talent and defend his forgotten claim to have been the first designer to really ‘do’ the mini skirt. And with Mary Quant herself in attendance, it was a brave move. The talk was only too brief, most frustrating that it was curtailed to keep the timing of the day and give Mary Quant more time to witter on about her make-up range and how she ‘invented’ the duvet cover (I kid ye not). I wanted to listen to Marit forever, and to see all her photos and hear all her experiences.

Thankfully I summoned up the courage to speak with her afterwards. I somehow found myself turning around to face her, and realised this was my big chance. We chatted a little about Bates, I told her about my collection and how grateful I was that she had mentioned him (we agreed he was a very underrated talent) and about how unlikely it was that such a boom time in British fashion would ever happen again. Mainly due to the cost of clothing production and shop rental in London.

Now, even more than before, I’m so glad I had those brief few moments speaking with her. I am so in awe of her talent and vision and, in a week where we’ve also lost the wondrous TV producer Verity Lambert, the world is a much gloomier place without these pioneering women.

Above and Right: Two photos from Marit’s Young Ideas section of Vogue. John Bates designs from 1965 above and Twiggy in Foale and Tuffin from 1967 on the right.

Jean Varon frocks turn up in the funniest places…..

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Well, admittedly it’s mainly on Seventies sitcoms and light entertainment shows (John Bates really was dressing the masses at one point in the early Seventies) which are only funny places in that….well, they’re funny ‘ha ha’ rather than funny weird.
But I was amused to find one of my favourite Sixties Varons in a bra advert of all places. Demonstrating how this bra was perfect for low cut dresses such as this one.
Well no amount of industrial boob-hoicking and padding could give me the kind of cleavage they’re promising (trust me, I’ve tried on this dress many times and realised I just don’t have John Bates’ ideal boobs….much like Diana Rigg apparently!) but it’s still nice to see it being worn, albeit in a very revealing way!
P.S Please excuse the terrible photo of the dress on the left….it’s about time I overhauled my collection photographs!

Eye Candy: Ossie Clark in Vogue

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A little visual fondant fancy to take away the bad taste left by news of the tacky Ossie Clark label relaunch, here are some originals and proof that the magic will never be recreated (not least because Celia’s prints are contracted to Topshop these days). Save your hard earned money and buy an original, who knows which fabulous Sixties beauty might have once worn it?


Eye Candy: Luxe Hippy or Bourgeois Bohemian

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I was a misunderstood teenager. When I was fourteen my long dark hair, pale skin and propensity to don long jingly jangly skirts, boots and big jumpers was perceived as gothic. I actually resented being called a Goth, I knew I was really a hippy. I’ve been through plenty of styles since then but it usually comes back to the same thing, no matter how much the likes of Sienna Miller may kill the look through over-exposure.

I still burn incense, I still have long wavy (normally fairly unstyled) hair and I still favour chiffons and appliques and beads…oh my. But now I’m a grown up (!)
I prefer the luxurious look, I take inspiration from the designs of Thea Porter, Janice Wainw
right (in the Poland Street era) and of course from Ossie Clark.

I have worn my flares with pride throughout this whole skinny jean phenomenon (although I’m not averse to them either, I only wear them Jo Grant style – tucked into my Seventies boots) and my burgundy velour Louis Caring frock coat with the too
-short sleeves has suddenly started to garner compliments from strangers. Despite the fact I’ve been wearing it to death these past four years.

Flicking through my Vogues once more for inspiration, both for my listings, my personal style and in an attempt to update this blog more regularly, I was entranced by two fashion spreads in a July 1969 Vogue. The first I will post now, the second I will post tomorrow I hope (too much eye candy rots your teeth!).

Photographed in Wales by Norman Parkinson, clothes by Gina Fratini, Thea Porter and Susan Small (who’da thunk it??) in the most astonishing surroundings. This is luxe hippy at its finest, like a dressing up box of styles, fabrics and moods…..