#ww2 fashion

[dailyclassicwho]

@anonymous requested The Curse of Fenric + WW2-era outfits

[andelkacroatia]

[wh0-is-lily]

'Summer Underwear' for LIFE Magazine⁣, 1949 Photography by Nina Leen

[icedsodapop]

I found out there's a ballet based on Coco Chanel's life and I was a bit curious to see how a ballet would adapt Chanel's time as a Nazi collaborator. I did some digging and the choreographer, Annabelle Lopez Ochoa, said some really... interesting things about the woman herself:

Starting off a little too general and vague but okay, keep going...

Coco Chanel was an antisemite and a Nazi collaborator, who loved a literal Nazi officer. She literally talked about how she believed Jewish pples should be exterminated. She also tried to screw over the Jewish family who helped financed her perfume by evoking Nazi race laws so she could own 90% ownership.

She did screw over her female store workers by closing her stores in when said workers striked for better wages and working conditions. Over 4,000 women lost their jobs becos of her. But girlboss I guess?

"Choices she made in life" is an understatement for a woman who became a Nazi collaborator.

Honey, no.

Coco Chanel was an antisemite, a Nazi collaborator, a horrible boss to her female employees, but she made some really nice clothes that Ochoa likes, so I guess it balances the whole Nazi thing out then, eh?

Also, there was a book that mentioned how Chanel's famous silhouette was inspired by her far-right White supremacist ideology.

Source of screenshots in the video below:

[orphic222]

navy nurse uniforms // circa 1940s

[chrisandcars]

Best helmet to wear into battle

[juniperika]

it's the 60s, what about my clothes?

asked Ruby, dressed like half the extras during the episode

[cowpokezuko]

Paris, France-1948

If you see this, you should ask me a question about one of them. Could be anything!

[santaiscoming]

[mariocki]

A young Christopher Lee guest stars as dastardly Larry Spence - a rising star in the world of journalism, turned blackmailer and then murderer - in The Vise: The Final Column (1.16, ABC, 1955); the episode wasn't seen in the UK until 1963, as part of ITV drama anthology Tension

[littlesheeneffect]

She's My Husband! (Part 3)❤️

Miles Maitland x Y/N (AFAB Genderfluid)

...... Part 2 Continued .....

When the waiter came and told Miles and I that the dining arena was closed, we both nodded but gave uncertain glances about ourselves. Honestly, it was the first odd moment we had with eachother the entire time. Well, since my entrance of course.

'He's probably wondering if he can walk me home', was all I was thinking- knowing he may be a bit reserved, due to my current maleness. Suddenly, he rose from the table, leaving his paper behind, and offered his arm to me with a sweet yet cocky air; "Being you're the man of the family- I shan't say no, if you'd like me to walk home with you."

My jaw just dropped in the hilarious way he spun the question about. Without even thinking, I replied. "Of course you wouldn't dare deny Father, would you darling?!" I spun back in my humorously posh voice, as I softly looped my arm into his warm elbow.

He gave me a twinkling gaze for a moment, our eyes locking longer than either of us intended. Then he tucked his arm down against to his core and we began to head out into the misty starlit night.

My, we really did get distracted! Life held too many wonderful things to talk about, that we actually wandered about the starlit park and lamplight sidewalks of London for hours.

At long last, I grew a bit sleepy. The comfortable warmth of Miles, the slight sound of automobiles, and the deep gravelly hum of Miles' voice was overwhelmingly entrancing. I unknowingly rested my head against his upper arm and wrapped my free arm about his forearm, making us instantly look like lovers do.

Miles step faultered and he looked down at me. "I'm so sorry dear, you must be exhausted. Silly me- could get us into a scrape babbling on like I do!" I burst into a tired but smitten chuckle, "Oh no Miles, it's not your fault- I love hearing you talk," my heart skipped a beat at this unintened admission, though I quickly continued, "'guess I just don't get good sleep, that's all- I'm almost always tired!" He beamed back, and rubbed the side of my jaw with his thumb near playfully, "Whatever you say love."

Walking a bit further, Miles suddenly gushed, "My goodness, I never got your address to know where we're going!" I rolled my eyes at my ridiculousness once more, and told him the location of my small red brick apartment.

The night had grown very black and chilly by the time we reached it, with the awful yellow light of the gas streetlamps shining all about, casting odd shadows on us.

I stepped up the couple stairs of the door to the apartment and unlocked it with my key, before turning back to the sweet sight of Miles.

He stood in his long white coat twirling the tinted glasses of his in one hand and holding the other safely away in his warm pocket. "I had a wonderful time with you today, Miles Maitland," I smiled, thinking of the long day we shared together. "As did I, y/f/n y/l/n", he beamed, "like I've never had before.... And beleive me- I've had some sparkling evenings!" He winked mischieveiously and we both erupted in laughter again.

Walking back down the couple steps, I grinned at the unusual connection we shared and fate of our meeting.

"I live here," he suddenly handed me a folded paper with a quickly scribbled address on it once I stood before him again. Looking up to meet his searching gaze, he continued, "Y/n.... you can go to it anytime you'd like; sunny day, rainy night and every time in between- my home is yours. Its forever open to you. An, and if you ever need anything y/n, feel free to ring me too."

My heart nearly stopped, and tears threatened to barge on through once more,"Th-Thank you, M-Miles. I, I will." He grinned knowingly, "Good." "An, and feel free to ring me too", I gushed, wiping one of my eyes. "That I will my darling", he smiled and wiped my tears on my other cheek, "Now, you take good care of yourself."

I smirked, "O' yes, Mother," - drawing a naughtyly playful tut-tut from him. He then gave me an enveloping warm and sweet embrace, his arms so soft yet firm about me, as he whispered in my ear, "The keys' under the flowerpot." I laughed softly, as he stepped back and we bid eachother goodnight.

In my cold dark room, as I undid my still damp tie, I watched out my window. My eyes followed in the misty London evening, Miles Maitland- that sweetly flamboyant dear, as he began walking home. A home that I was everlastingly welcome to.

And right there, I knew my life had forever changed.

......... To Be Continued .........

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

A GOODBYE TO SPRING FASHIONS... HERE COMES THE SUMMER.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the "VOGUE" magazine cover of March 15, 1945, featuring a blurred model behind a frosted glass panel emblazoned with a red cross, photographed by Erwin Blumenfeld and art-directed by Alexander Liberman. 📸: Erwin Blumenfeld, via Condé Nast.

Resolution at 1200x1607 & 740x936.

"It is “scary and sad to think that no mainstream fashion title would now publish a cover this bold,” our critic says."

-- THE NEW YORK TIMES, "The Vanished Glamour of Midcentury Print Media," by Jason Farago, published April 29, 2021

Sources: https://nz.pinterest.com/pin/392024342536165968 & The New York Times.

[andelkacroatia]

[ridiculus-mus]

hassál frissen a légvédelmi pincében

[nickysfacts]

Imagine running a marathon or playing football in heels just because some sexist men thought you weren’t being feminine enough👟

🏃🏻‍♀️⛹🏾‍♀️🚴🏽

[asshole-rebel-psycho]

My adorable grandparents ❤️

Right after surviving getting shot down from a b17 in ww2, my grandfather Eugene and his captain stole a plain from his airforce base in Texas to go party in New Orleans.

This is where he met his wife Anna :) he fell in love with her after he saw her perform on stage. She was a professional dancer and singer and toured with Bob Hope to entertain the troops in the pacific. They went on to raise seven children in NY where my grandpa was from. She was an Oklahoma girl. :)

( I will say I met my future wife on Bumble after drunk swiping)

I just thought I'd share this cute vintage pic from the 1940s or early 1950s.) 😍