Having recently seen the film Midnight in Paris by Woody Allen, I felt really inspired by the costumes. I think the 1920′s had some of the most beautiful fashions, specifically the flapper fashion which came into around 1925-1926. It’s the first decade in which women began to liberate themselves and began wearing looser more comfortable clothing ie. pants and skirts and eliminating the corset.
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This is a dress by Chanel circa 1926
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1926 Flapper Dress. Beaded on black silk chiffon, the craftmanship of these dresses is amazing
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How gorgeous is this dress?! It’s a beaded satin dress c. 1925
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1920's cigarette holder (Image from Vintage Textiles)
Actress Evelyn Brent in the mid 1920′s sporting the bobbed hairstyle (image below). When first introduced, this cut was considered “shocking.” The bob would turn out to be the most controversial hair fashion of any decade in the history of American culture. According to Michael Warner author of “The Bob” states in New York City as many as 2,000 heads per day were getting bobbed!
Hair and makeup of the era (image courtesy Film Booking Offices of America Inc.)
The Finger Wave bob (image source)
c. 1925: Louise Brooks
It’s obvious to see why fashion designers continually are inspired by this period. It was a period of dramatic changes due to the end of the first World War. It was the end of corsets and bustles and the beginning of greater freedom and expression.
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“They came in gray tailored frocks with braided edges and striped trousers …
This is how the rich experience the war: Last night I was at last ready to tell Mother that was I leaving. But she’d gone to dinner at Churchill’s, attending one of the patriotic reviews that had become the thing in dinning entertainment. When she came home she was escorted by several young men in Khaki uniform, their faces were flushed from the night air and too much liquor. And with them were their girls, all clothed in dresses that went up to their calves, spangles shimmered around their necks, and their mouths were painted dark red. They all looked the same, reflected like chimeras in the long Venetian mirror that adorned the library wall. They laughed unceasingly and begged mother to turn on the radio. “It’s a Long Way to Tipperary” was blasting and I longed to escape the assault of the night. The young men twirled their girls around until midnight. Then they all kissed Mother on the cheek and yelled adieu and we’re off to see the Kaiser. Mother was high in color, more than I had seen her in ages, as though the war had given her back her youth.”