As a girl who lives in swing dresses and longs for past-time glamour, there is no surprise that I was attracted to ‘The Artist’. I have wanted to see it for weeks, and finally today, I did. I adore old films and love black and white movies, and although filmed in the modern day, with a modern cast in a modern studio, it was actually quite brilliant. It’s not often that I do one thing at once, I always have two things going on (atleast in the brain if not physically), but I was utterly transfixed. Whilst watching ‘The Artist’, you are transported back to the twenties, when women were women, and men...well...the men wore top hats...ooh I do love a top hat; oh and shirts not t-shirts, but actual shirts. Which, of course, got me thinking about our attire nearly one hundred years on.
I love the fashion of the old world – people used to really make an effort; I hate that people don’t do that now. Men live in t-shirts and women go out in public wearing jogging bottoms (I don’t even own a pair of jogging bottoms, let alone would ever consider wearing them out of the house). When you look at old photo’s taken in the 1920s/1930s you could see that women were truly beautiful, and I mean really beautiful – no fake tan, no gel nails, and certainly no vajazzles – not that I have seen those kind of photos. In one hundred years from now, what do we have that would echo such opulence?
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