Sunday, March 24, 2013

New York in March





I went to New York City for a few days in March to visit my family and have a bit of a break before teaching again. I found people so dressed to be looked at, to the point where I became tired of looking. 


Men and women were wearing long woollen hats with an empty air cavity above their heads, that seemed to be all the fashion this winter. It reminded me of the high wigs women wore just before the revolution in France. 




A sign of decadence before the deluge, all that vertical space filled with nothing. 
Daughter Clara took me to see "Sleep No More" which is basically a haunted house for New Yorkers, with expensive drinks at the bar. At least she bought new (used) shoes. 
I was tired of shopping too. Which makes perfect sense given that I had stuffed myself full with consignments shops in France all last year. One dress at Housing Works and that was IT!



Friday, March 15, 2013

80s nostalgia





                                                          Marie Claire  France 1988

Last week, I went to Revolution in White River Junction to clear my brain. It was pouring rain outside, I was done with classes and exams, and I needed to be in an artsy bohemian environment that could make me forget about work for a brief moment.  
The owner and I ended up remembering the 80s, her through images and me through memories. I was in my twenties in the 1980s, Nancy was barely born.
I told her that the 1980s style could not be reduced to one dominant look. Looking at movies from that decade, for example, fashion was all over the place. It depended on which social class you came from, on where you lived, and what you were doing for work.

So for instance, in Desperately Seeking Susan, middle class propriety, as played by Rosanna Arquette meets edgier punk as played by Madonna.

In Tootsie and 9 to 5, it’s the synthetic, big shoulder padded work place.


In Diva, it’s European sleek, short skirts, short hair, very stylized.



The 80s was also the Aids decade. Emaciated faces, anorexic bodies. Not exactly a style per se. But influential in how the body damaged by disease became visually familiar and perhaps even seductive for those who latch on to fashion statements that involve inflicting pain upon oneself.      
The 80s was a lot of things. Jean-Paul Goude aestheticising (merchandizing) athletic women. It’s also soft and floral Laura Ashley, and Diana before the wedding.





It was loose, comfortable clothes for me and a short sculpted hair cut.

With so many different styles speaking simultaneously, it’s no wonder that, henceforward, fashion became a free for all.










       It was also the decade of the woman in the "power suit" as more and more of us entered the workplace. The recently deceased former Prime Minister of the UK Margaret Thatcher wore suits and dresses with ribbon ties that remind me of another style that dominated that decade, a conservative, no nonsense, no frills look that  many women wore to work in order to blend in, from the executive board room to the Houses of Parliament.
      As Suzy Menkes wrote in a recent NYT article, "Mrs. Thatcher expressed in her persona exactly where working women stood in the 1980s: on low-heeled court shoes and in tailored suits that were a carapace of protection in what was still essentially a man’s world." What that suit did to feminism? It might have propelled it forward and pulled it backward at the same time. Women conformed to a male ethos, but women also earned their own income. Women attained power through their profession, and some were able to use that power to benefit other women.



The 1980s were a watershed moment for all women. We entered the public realm and we have since remained there, not necessarily agreeing with each other politically or aesthetically for that matter. 

Sunday, March 3, 2013

How I got through winter

Well, it's March, and outside it's snowing.
Better than raining...
I feel a transition coming.
The days are longer, and here in Northern New England, we look for signs of spring in odd places. More animal footprints in the snow means more animal activity.
I just washed my warmest winter hat, and am looking forward to bringing winter scarves to the dry cleaners because I feel done wearing those.
I am wearing thinner sweaters and silk or cotton rather than wool scarves around my neck.
I've changed to a shorter pea coat...
There is mud at the bottom of the driveway.
Our oldest cat actually wants to go outside.



Meanwhile, I am grateful to two pieces of clothing I purchased at the beginning of winter to get me through the season.

The skirt is by a local designer and was purchased at Revolution.  I love the big deconstructed zipper and the little angled pocket, which came in handy to stuff a few tissues. It had just enough primary colors, thin yellow and red dotted lines to brighten up even the darkest coldest days.  The pants are from The Pink Alligator and correspond to the Katherine Hepburn look I was trying to achieve. I could never be this glamorous, but it doesn't hurt to try...


I stumbled across this funky person's blog while searching for these photos. That might also help me transition to spring!