A certain sense of self satisfaction

During my time at the museum service I have had a couple, what I would call “eureka” moments. For me that is discovering a garment in the collection advertised in a magazine or finding some kind of importance provenance. This happened twice whilst I was working on Little black dress. The first moment was with a dress by the company Susan Small. Whilst searching through copies of Vogues to display in the exhibition I suddenly stumbled across one of the dresses I had picked out! It was a real, goodness me! Moment. Seeing a dress in the collection on a human form really helps to give it a different meaning and helps you to see how it would have been worn at the time.


(its the dress on the left, apologies for the dark pic it was taken after the dress was put into the exhibition!)

The second time this happened to me was during exhibition set up. I was looking at a panel we had borrowed from Brighton museum and suddenly thought, that dress looks familiar. The dress in the image was a long sleeved dress by the company Roter Couture. I had chosen a similar dress to put in the exhibition although our was a shorter dress with short sleeves. I thought I would just check the dress and *see* if it may just happen to be the same dress but altered. Low and behold it was! (The dress has been turned into a short sleeve garment and the hem taken up by at least around 8 inches)

The only problem with the image on the panel was that it was quite small and difficult to see. Thankfully it was dated to 1956. I thought, maybe, just maybe this had come from a Vogue advertisement. So, again I went searching, and found it in the March 1956 issues of Vogue. I was very happy to have this kind of provenance appear again, and even better the dress had its full price and fabric details in the advertisement.




It is little details like this which really help to make exhibitions interesting for the public, all I can say is that I am pleased that my casual flicking turned up trumps on two occasions!

My month in vintage


Friday begun a little project of mine. My month in vintage. The idea behind this is that everyday this month i will make sure there is some vintage element to my outfit. I will be uploading pics of this onto flickr and writing a little about my outfits on here and flickr too! Keep checking for more fabulous outfits.

Today i haven’t left the house, hence there being no outfit!

This is my outfit from day one. Vintage 1970s shirt, with a novelty pink and blue pattern. Bought a few years ago from ebay. This is worn with brown high waisted shorts from New Look, a pink cardi from Zara and a little vintage 80s diamante bow brooch.

Extreme vintage fair dissapointment


Oh dear. Yesterday i went to the first Judys affordable vintage fair held in Southampton and all i can say is that i was EXTREMELY dissapointed.
I don’t like to rant in blog posts, but i really am going to rant here. So, whilst i understand that 80s and 90s clothing is now seen as vintage ( i own some pieces myself) i hate to go to a vintage fair and see nothing but clothes from this period. Not only that, but poor quality 80s and 90s clothes. I don’t think i have ever seen so much scratchy nylon abd static polyester in my life! I really do wonder a why people would want to buy this stuff. It really was like going to a very bad charity shop!

Not only that, but it was peoples attitudes to the *ahem* proper vintage on offer. There were a few nice 50s cocktail dresses prices between £60 and £100 which are perfectly fair prices, yet people were turning their noses up at them, claiming they were too expensive.

This is the problem with vintage fairs selling cheap 80s and 90s rubbish. They just feul our addiction to fast fashion even further, yes by buying this rubbish again you are keeping garments off the landfill BUT it encourages the fashion industry to produce yet more cheap synthetic rubbish to replicate the “style”!

I actually felt a little upset that i had even bothered to wear my nice 50s dress.

To be honest i came away feeling like my sunday would have been better spent hunting out bargains at a bootfair, rather than crammed in a stuffy hall with a lot of pretentious idiots!