Think about when you’ve felt out of place. Remember when you used to imagine yourself living in a different historical period. Vintage fiends must find themselves at odds with contemporary culture all the time, romanticising the Blitz, flapper freedom or 1960s Cool Brittania. One of the proud tales of my misspent well spent youth involves elaborate constructions of myself as one of the great glamourous women in Scott Fitzgerald and Hemingway’s stories, abound with insouciance, knowing glances and literary men.
The photos below make me think of how life would have been slightly trying for the odd bloke or girl who wanted to be a mod but lived in the countryside or someplace else better suited to a Jane Austen lady or gentleman. Mods need motorbikes, cities, rival gangs, danger, garage music and quick access to sharp tailoring. A calm row in a 1920s skiff doesn’t really convey that you’re tuff or boss.
The slightly Mod would approve of the stripes, though the choice of rowing as an activity wouldn't exactly help her street cred. |
She liked the checked skirt, with its buttons and box pleat, though wished she could afford a matching blazer. |
The clenched fist reveals the nearly Mod's slight tension. How many other middle class suburban kids just wanted to be in London, Brighton or Liverpool away from green spaces and their parents’ china? Take a moment to mourn the plight of the wannabe mod, circa 1962.
Slightly Mod-ish Outfit. Top, Ben Sherman. Skirt, Marks and Spencer. Bag, vintage. Lipstick, Rosa, Topshop.
Your top is so pretty! I love the buttons :)
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Yours Truly,
Tam
www.yourstrulytam.com
i could dig that top & the pussy pink lipstick. :) thanks for stopping by my blog! xx
ReplyDeleteThank you both for noticing the details. If God is in the details, fashion and frivolity are also in the details.
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