We’ve come a long way, baby, trading in that typewriter for a personal computer, going from skirts to slacks… Of course we’ve also lost the freedom to smoke and fill-out our sweaters. Fair trade? Meh.
I only know that this is Gloria Trevi — and that I love it. Her top or bra cups are the same kitschy faces sewn into dolls or tissue box covers!
Pretty in Pink by David MacDowell; a play on Rockwell’s Girl At Mirror.
OK, and sometimes we called them “jogging shorts” if we wanted to specify between the cut-offs and the (admittedly horrid) terrycloth shorts (and rompers). But nowadays the kids (laughingly) call them “dolphin shorts.” Which I completely don’t get.
I don’t get the “dolphin” part, and I don’t get the laughing either. In fact, I stopped watching basketball when the players started wearing those long baggy things that resembled baggy golf knickers. B-ball so lost the sexy then.
Image via Tumblr.
The Tiller Girls walking Borzoi, 1952 and Hairdresser’s Hot Dog, by John Drysdale, 1960; both via bestimages4u.
Kitschy nightie and robe combo; Travel Lite by Boutique, Signed Eduardo.