Fashion Changes

Back when I were a callow yoot, my body wracked with frequent floods of hormonal changes, this kind of dress was popular with the girls:

…and for very good reason, if I may say so — not quite see-through, but the loosely-fitting fitting material made the dresses wonderfully sexy in any kind of a breeze.

Frankly, this is far preferable compared with fashions today, where everything is out in the open:

 

Of course, I may be wrong — I sometimes am — but not in this case, I think.


Just by way of exposition, the lady in the top photo is BritTV star “Yorkshire Shepherdess” and mother-of-nine Amanda Owen (48), while the lower photos are of some young houris  of no particular significance.

Disrespect

So this young couple got married, in a church, even.

The priest looked priestly, the bride looked lovely, and the groom:

…looked like a complete twat.

Seriously:  at some point this moron looked at all the clothing choices he had available for his wedding day, and decided on the Sunday Brunch Outfit?

I’m not a believer in the “body language” thing, but it’s no wonder the bride is leaning towards the priest rather than her poor choice of a husband.

The Usual Grump

…about clothing, and the appropriate wearing thereof.  First, the plaudits.

I have always had an old-man crush on Anya Taylor-Joy, the chick from that chess movie, and her latest appearance did nothing to end that for me:

 

Best legs I’ve seen in quite a while, so why shouldn’t she show them off?

Her boyfriend, despite looking a little like a taller Frodo Baggins, was at least appropriately attired:

The same stylish and appropriate attire did not extend to some of the rest of the male(?) attendees.  The Skarsgård boy (Anya’s co-star in the movie) wore a tee shirt:

…while the editor of British Vogue  looked like a morning Tube commuter:

…and the whole thing went rapidly downhill from there:

 

This post has been brewing for a while, because a couple weeks ago at some other movie premiere / red carpet thing, we were treated to this horrifying nonsense:

 

Seriously?  At a formal evening event?

Compare the above with the 1940 Academy Awards banquet:

‘Nuff said.

Past Tense

Here’s a woman after my own heart:

A real estate agent has revealed how she’s amassed a $10,000 vintage clothes collection – because she’s obsessed with living like she’s in the 1940s.  Gwendolyn Erin Patterson, 25, from Dallas, Texas, says she’s so fixated with wearing wartime fashion that she now refuses to leave her house unless she’s sporting glamorous attire from the Second World War era.  The 25-year-old even wed her beau, Sam, also a huge 1940s fan, in a Second World War-style wedding two years ago – but admits that sometimes people assume she’s wearing fancy dress.  The vintage fashion fan admits that her unique style has garnered some strange looks on occasion but says that her glamorous head-to-toe wartime look also gets lots of compliments.

Here she is:

I think she looks gorgeous.

Worse Than That

At the ever-current Daily Mail, Sarah Vine asks the question:

Why are this season’s shoes hideously ugly and expensive?  If I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s like the designers are laughing at us. 

You don’t know better, and they are laughing at you.

I have long held the opinion that most fashion designers, being homosexualists, really hate and despise women.  So they design ugly clothing and shoes, and over-charge for these foul things in the certain knowledge that brainless wealthy women and celebrities will buy them just to have the over-hyped brand name on their bodies.

So much do I despise this whole business that I can safely say this:  if I arrived to pick up a date and she was wearing any — and I mean any — of the shoes pictured in the article, I’d ask her to go back and change into something prettier and more flattering;  because if I know anything at all, it’s that there is no woman alive whose feet and legs would be flattered by wearing these excrescences.

And Mrs. Vine knows this, as her final words reveal:

But really, the truth is it’s laziness, greed and a lack of imagination. These kinds of styles are cheap and easy to mass-produce.
They require zero skill or craftsmanship.
And they appeal to the only people who seem to matter to designers these days — that is to say celebrities, influencers and pop stars who don’t care what they wear, so long as it gets them noticed.

Quite right.  Here are some classics:

 

 

   

Nothing to be ashamed of, in any of them.

Caution — Pineapples

Over the weekend, I learned something new.

Apparently, wearing a pineapple sign on your person may indicate to others that you’re an adherent of “The Lifestyle” — i.e. a swinger.  Thus, innocently wearing either of the shirts below could get you all sorts of unwelcome invitations.

 

or welcome invitations, perhaps.

Just be warned, it can get kinda busy in there:

 

Never done it myself, nor wanted to, really.  But some folks dig it, despite the obvious dangers.

Maybe just wear an unobtrusive little badge, if you’re that way inclined…?