Welcome to my vintage closet! Actually, it’s a storage room in the building where I work. I ran out of closet space at my house long ago.
If a woman (client, business associate, salesperson, homeless gal) walks in our office—I ask her if she likes vintage clothes. I start gushing about my collection of dresses, coats, hats, purses, costume jewelry, shoe clips, gloves, and hankies. “Wanna see it? Wanna see it? Huh, huh, huh?
I usually get a sheepish reply like, “OK, I’ll look at your vintage closet.” And then I get an unenthused response like, “Gee, that’s a lot of stuff.”
Are you kidding me? These coats are spectacular! These dresses are to die for! These hats are works of art! Why does nobody get that?
I also don’t get why some women have no interest in fashion. What you wear says who you are. How many days in a row can you wear gray before your mood turns the same color? What’s up with the orthopedic-style shoes? And if you MUST wear those clunky things, can you at least polish them?
I guess some women’s lack of interest in clothes is similar to my lack of interest in cooking. I don’t care what I put on the plate. First of all, nobody sees it. Secondly, we all know where and how a spectacular meal ends up. It’s so fleeting.
Clothes are forever! You can put them on and look great. Try that with a chicken pot pie. (Lady Gaga not included.) Clothes are a statement. They are an outer expression of the inner you. Can you say that about a really great sandwich?
Are you familiar with the Tom Tierney books? He draws paper dolls from all eras of history—American Colonial, Victorian, Medieval, etc. He also does fashion books of the great haute couture designers—Chanel, Dior, Schiaparelli—as well as syle icons, like Jackie O, Grace Kelly, and Audrey Hepburn. Here’s one of my favorites.
I love the styles from the 1950s best—elegant, flattering, and feminine—especially wiggle dresses—sheer sartorial splendor! One day I hope to photograph all my 50s dresses and share them. (Where is Annie Liebowitz when you need her?)
My favorites are the watercolor prints. Here are some of them smashed on a rack.
Anyone want to play dress up?