Montreal! (again)

                                                         Avenue Laurier

It seems fitting that the first nostalgic vision for this posting is a 2 CV which lives miraculously up here on the Plateau, near Parc Laurier. Caring for this vehicle on this side of the Atlantic requires patience and commitment. (Caring for this vehicle on the other side requires the same considering they haven't rolled off the assembly line since 1990.)

During this trip to Montreal narrow neckties took on a new importance thanks to a male friend who has a particular interest in finding interesting ones. The vintage store on Saint-Laurent at the corner of Duluth had a nice selection. And, in case one has a desire to learn more about them, a book on that very subject.

On Saint-Laurent near Duluth

On Avenue du Parc in Mile End, I found an Armani linen jacket that I couldn't pass up. That, along with the silk skirt I found in a Park City, Utah consignment shop, make for a comfy but elegant summer outfit!

Found on avenue du Park in Mile end

Mile End has several consignment and vintage stores. In one on Saint-Laurent, I found a lovely pair of white linen shoes that fit me to a tee. But alas, I resisted the temptation. Instead I was impressed by the display of tweed skirts…in anticipation of fall which, in the August heat, is a nice reminder of what's to come.

Vintage on Saint-Laurent in Mile End

Montreal is mellow, peaceful and easy going. I finally made it to the Atwater and Jean Talon markets where one is smitten by the casual atmosphere and cornucopia of local summer harvest. 

Montreal, tu es "la meilleure"!

Jean Talon Market

                                          Atwater Market

Atwater Market

You are especially the best when it comes to finding precious old things, like ties, jackets, skirts and cars, but also books (I am always on the look out for used Franco Belgian comic books and graphic novels) and vinyl records. 

"Débédé" Rue Saint-Denis, Plateau

 Vinyl records , rue Bernard, Mile End

Friperie Bohème, Saint-Viateur, Mile End

Clara in LA

From Concrete Culture

Utah!

My older daughter moved to Utah in June, and I went to pay her a visit in July. Utah: it's nicknamed the   "beehive state" because people work hard. But there are also plenty of beehive hairdos, not to mention people in cowboy boots, off the shoulder shirts and lacy clothes that harken back to the '70s.

Park City where my daughter lives had two consignment shops. One of them sold cowboy boots, I almost want to say, of course.

Also, plenty of belts with elaborate silver buckles and interesting Native American designs.

       

I hope to make it into Salt Lake on my next visit. Park City was beautiful but it was also a little unreal, with so many extremely fit people walking around in their biking outfits. 

While waiting for a live band to start playing, I couldn't help but notice a very elegant older woman standing in the crowd. I loved the way she clipped her hair in a random way, and her little white purse contrasted so nicely with her black dress. 

The landscape around Park City is so varied: canyons, low grasses, rugged rock formations, and always that open sky and the hot, dry sun beaming down. The town of Park City is on a mountainside, with old miners' houses reachable by wooden stairways. I look forward to another visit, maybe in the winter? 

Women, power, fashion

(from BBC website:Power and the glory: Lagarde's air of authority is reflected in her sartorial choices, which are always appropriate but never boring. )



I just read the stupidest  article in the New York Times, exploring the relationship between power and fashion, when it comes to female politicians. The paragraph where I really lost it read,

"By contrast, much could be learned from the wardrobe strategy of, say,Christine Lagarde, of the International Monetary Fund; or Sheryl Sandberg, of Facebook; or Indra Nooyi, of PepsiCo; or Mary Barra, of General Motors. But though they all dress very well, they barely utter a sartorial word — most probably because of the fear of not being taken seriously. And in doing so, they perpetuate the problem. The way to neuter the issue is not to pretend it doesn’t exist, but to embrace it and move on."

(What on earth is Vanessa Friedman saying??? She did link her article to a  blog that she writes, "uses the tropes of women’s mags to mock both the forms themselves and the idea that anyone should pay attention to such things. " Well worth a look.)

On the one hand, Friedman ignores the idea that the absence of something is also presence. Hence, if Lagarde is not making a fashion statement (with which I disagree, but one problem at a time), she is also saying something. Lagarde in fact is the victim of "damned if you do, damned if you don't," a "can never do things right" fate experienced by most women in power. She has been ridiculed for her scarf wearing habits (too much, the idea of female excess); and here, in the Times,  she "perpetuates the problem"  of barely uttering "a sartorial word" thereby "neuter[ing] the issue." 

Rather than limit the question of the importance of appearance to just the clothes politicians wear (and underclothes in the case of Bill Clinton, jeeez), because appearance is important, these people are in the public eye, mere citizens do pay attention to their public personae; we should think about the habits they might have adopted that set an example for the rest of us. I'm thinking for instance about the vegetable garden at the White House (I hope they're composting); or reducing air travel to and from a constituency; or what else??? I want to see men and women politicians wearing casual clothing so that they don't have to put the AC on full blast in order to maintain the decorum of full suit and tie. Or a sweater when it's cold…Some of us remember this photo: 

And Carter might have lost the election because of it. We are so stupid. 

Brattleboro!

What a great town for a day trip! Lots of vintage and "antiques" stores, restaurants, and  a good vibe. But also the feeling that someday, all these downtowns will be selling only used stuff, because, the closets are full, and we must make room or just…stop consuming. Downtowns becoming huge museum installations of human consumerism.

This month of May, I also went on a quick trip to New York City where I discovered a new Beacon's Closet almost next door to the Quad Cinema on 13th Street.

Dartmouth also held a sustainability sale where everything was pretty much one dollar…All I bought was a pair of shorts.

Normcore!

I haven't contributed much to this blog lately, and this one is pretty lame since I am simply posting a link to an article in Marie Claire UK which has a video of a Perry Ellis show from 1993. I really loved the length of the skirts, and the styles overall: easy to wear for any occasion. If "norm core" means wearing no fuss, no nonsense clothes that have a nice length, feel comfortable and remain timeless, then I guess sign me up! I also love that these models are wearing comfortable shoes (Birkenstocks?) and boots.

 I enjoyed playing "name that model." Too bad they're not identified: they're anonymous, just surfaces on which the clothes must look good. But these women have made a name for themselves. I think I recognized Kate Moss, Christy Turlington, and definitely Carla Bruni. Who else?

New York Times on thrift style

The article in today's (Dec 28/2013) online issue of the New York Times contains some wonderful insights on the allure of thrifted clothing.  Macklemore's song an end of the year anthem?

This excerpt refers to "D.I.Y. solipsists" who are "curating" our "selves" through the stuff we assemble:

"It was “Thrift Shop,” of course, the ode by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis to the democratic joys of the bargain bin, where “one man’s trash is another man’s come-up.” For a generation of digital natives accustomed to ransacking the Internet for goods and ideas floating free from a contextual matrix, “Thrift Shop” was more than a chart topper. It was a metaphor.

We live in a thrift shop culture, compelled by daily, hourly and constantly refreshed trips to the Goodwill outlet that is the web. There we find all the stuff for assembling the “curated” selves who experts say are the new American trendsetters, D.I.Y. solipsists. Like Macklemore, we repurpose, we mash up, we grab things off the sale rack and try it on for size.

Nowhere was this clearer in 2013 than in the evolution of style. Despite the best efforts of luxury-goods manufacturers and their attendant lap-dog press, fashion seemed to have mislaid the capital “F.”