Trippy Trumps Kitschy…
The two pretties are back to invade my closet. They’re here for another vintage fix. They say they want something different this time. I’m too lazy to tackle the ugly maze that is my warehouse. It’s too big a chore to go on an unscheduled visit. I have to prepare myself way in advance for these things. So I open my closet.
I’m thinking atomic space age, but nothing of that nature is stored in my closet at the moment. Instead of space age, which would fit their description of different, I settle on psychedelic and hippie. My closet runneth over with 70s chiffon and ethnic gauzy jumpsuits because I’m obsessed with Talitha Getty and Stevie Nicks. The sirens will have to settle for trippy instead of kitschy.
To get myself in the mood, I appropriately cue This Mortal Coil’s Song To the Siren on my iTunes playlist. As Elizabeth Fraser’s (of Cocteau Twins) voice reverberates up my spine and lodges a Gibraltar size lump in the back of my throat, thoughts of my recent loss fill my head. My mind ponders the lyrics as Fraser leads me to what could be inevitable despair, but the two pretties bust open my door and prance inanely around the room to the songstress’ doleful wail. Ah, the innocence of youth! I don’t have time to despair! Fuck it!
Grace and Emily have never heard of the Cocteau Twins. They’ve never heard of Sinead O’Connor. They’ve never heard of My Bloody Valentine, Lush, Pixies, or Yo La Tengo either. They’re Beliebers, so time for a lesson on music. They’re into my clothes, so why not baptize them into my music.
Music lecture 101 over, the girls don the vintage attire I’ve curated for them. We change the music to fit the fashion mood. Enter 60s and 70s French pop. I cue the playlist and out belts Serge Gainsbourg with, Melody. Since I am in love with this man’s voice, I determine that I am, indeed, in love with the man himself. It’s hard not to be. Hello, Jane Birkin–style goddess of the 60s and 70s!
I’m obsessed with the French’s approach to pop music. It’s all about their colorful and hypnotic language. Duh! You can say anything in French and it’s a done deal. Hook, line, and sinker. Listen to Johnny Hallyday’s, Hey Joe (yes–French Hendrix), and you’ll see what I mean! Très bien–it’s genius!
On Grace: Risaroxx Vintage psychedelic jumpsuit late 60s; Slippers: Risaroxx Vintage late 60s worn as mules or slides. On Emily: Risaroxx Vintage Phool jumpsuit 70s; Platforms: Lanvin (sold a kidney for these).
On Grace: Risaroxx Vintage Young Edwardian dress 60s/70s; Sneakers: Vans Old Skool. On Emily: Risaroxx Vintage psychedelic dress 60s/70s (tailored short); Sneakers: Vans Old Skool.
I know my advice is to never align oneself to one trend or style era (VG 1:3), but I’m obsessed with all things 60s and 70s. If it looks like something Talitha Getty, Stevie Nicks, Bianca Jagger, or Anita Pallenberg would have worn, I’m all over it!
In the end, wear whatever makes you feel good in the moment! To thine own self be true!