Oh So Disco

Oh So Disco

If ever there was a time and place in history worth revisiting  it’s got to be  New York city circa mid to late seventies. Studio 54 to be precise.  Home to 700 plus exclusive partygoers  who every night celebrated glamour, decadence and excess. Never before or since has night clubbing looked so good.

Bianca Jagger dancing at Studio 54

Disco anthems sang of shallow partying that went on for days and resumed without question the following evening. How fabulous it must have been for those involved,  dressing up like their lives depended on it and then parading and sharing the splendour in nights of  high-spirited heady fun.

The disco scene’s energising and seductive marriage  of  New York’s art, music and fashion worlds resulted in an iconic  aesthetic of ice cool glamour epitomised in the portraits of photographer Ron Galella.

Dance and fashion fused with the celebrity and art worlds under the refracted lights of glass globes. The door policy is legendary. Beauty, success and celebrity would not always guarantee you entry but it definitely upped your chances. The global and lasting  impact of the club lay in its carefully calculated mix of revellers. An amazon of  ’70s supermodels including all American golden girl Lauren Hutton, Texan Jerry Hall and ill fated beauty Gia, shook their booty alongside  rock icons and artists.  The occasional unknown and oddballs  added intrigue.

Studio 54 was built on nothing if not self belief.  Promoter Steve Rubell and club goers alike embraced the American ideals of thinking big and making a splash. Flamboyance was in vogue, resulting in moments of celluloid history such as  Bianca Jagger riding  into the famous nightclub astride a white horse.  Budgets and self promotion were unhindered allowing for some colossal ego expansion.

Bianca Jagger making an entrance on a white horse

The bold and the beautiful spun and shimmied in show stopping Halston’ and  Ozzie Clark creations.  Halston created minimal designs in luxurious modern fabrics. Cut was everything.  Exquisite draped jersey halter dresses and pant suits allowed the wearers freedom of movement and freedom of expression. Love beads  and flower power were out and affluence and prestige were in.  Think lustre, think legs and think long, long nights.  It was a Bacchanalian era where looking good and feeling good where all that mattered and at the former they succeeded without question.  The international  lifestyle of the club’s jet setting elite was reflected in exotic fashion accents  like Afghan jackets, turbans and the kaftan. The minimalism and simplicity of the form fitting gowns were also offset by bold accessories and outrageous behaviour.

Halston, Bianca, Grace Jones and Andy Warhol at Studio 54

“In every corner you’d see somebody you read about in a paper or a friend or Beautiful People or mad people. Major, major stars. All the social people. You had a blend of society that had never happened before. It was like a movie.” Halston said of the era.

‘The Studio’ as it became known has been richly  documented in several films. Chloe Sevigny and Kate Beckinsale donned bored expressions and glitter eye shadow for the  sardonic period piece Last Days of Disco.  54, directed by Mark Christopher, covered the lives of the scene’s  key figures. Controversial auteur Spike Lee  gave us his take in Summer of Sam, a strange film that set a serial killer plot line against the backdrop of disco hungry hedonists.

Chloe Sevigny and Kate Beckinsale in the Last Days of Disco (1998)

Designers and high street stores are all plundering the seventies this summer and disco’s glamourous influence  is there too, seducing us  back onto the dance floors  in billowing voluminous  flowing maxi dresses,  white tuxedo jackets, funky jumpsuits  and ultra high strappy sandals.  Today, with  the climate of  austerity measures and economic uncertainty, a philosophy of dressing to the nines, dancing  till you drop, eschewing all and anything mundane and the inevitable understanding: same thing, same time tomorrow, seems worth considering.

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Day 58.

I went up to the attic where I had been storing some of my earliest drawings and paintings. It was curious to go through my old sketch books I observed myself feeling a lot less critical towards all of the work seeing strengths and and aptitude in pieces that previously filled me with self condemnation.

A lot of work and a lot of looking. A lot of humour too.

I saw in the work the girl I was at various stages of my youth and the struggles I was facing. So many of the sketches brought a smile to my face. I noticed especially in the life studies that although my technique was crude and my lines often messy and indistinct I often succeeded in capturing the personality of the subject especially noticeable in the studies of close friends and intimates. Within my collection of charcoal sketches I saw a living past that photographs can’t convey.

I’m so glad I still have them and am gladdened at how much I’ve grown and changed since then more importantly how much I’ve stayed the same.

Spring Break

London Fashion Week is coming to a close and yet again I didn’t manage to witness any of the actual proceedings not in person that is. Chronic man flu seems to have hit rendering me too unwell to venture into the melee down at Somerset House. However this is not to say that I have been standing idly by. Quite the contrary. In  honour of the grand biannual occasion I am posting shots from taken of my own personal Spring Summer 2012 collection.

The shoot is in celebration of Suzieperon Vintage going all official yes thats right!

My wonderful cousin Aisling was again willing to participate as a model and photographer while simultaneously cooking up a Mastechef worthy four course feast for five. Wonder woman hand over your boots and belt I decree you. Also up for a bit of pre dinner costume changes and creativity was the lovely Rina. What a blessing it is to have such talented, gorgeous  and spontaneously willing friends.

We turned the splendid lounge into chaos in no time and worked with speed to get the most from the waning winter light while roommate Ollie waited patiently for the room to be returned to its correct purpose -dining.

The collection includes some very special pieces sourced  in many exotic locations. The blue two piece modelled exquisitely by Rina is a classic piece of sixties tailoring and would not look out place on the Madmen set which returns to the small screen in March. It is by American label Judy and has its original tags still attached. What a find!

The light grew dimmer and our bellies began to grumble. Another rapid flurry of activity later and we all sat down to the magnificent spread and some very diverse yet stimulating conversation.

Fashion, fine food and friends, what a truly fabulous way to spend a Sunday.

The pieces featured and others are available to buy now on My Asos Marketplace.

For further details please go to SuziePeron Vintage

Eighties We Love You!

My girlfriends and I did the Time warp at the weekend. I mean both figuratively and literally.     The venue was The Reflex Club at St Paul’s London. Average age nnnnn nineteen provided you took us out of the equation . On arrival I had a sneaking but rather cloudy suspicion that I was there before circa 1993. I fared a whole lot better this time. The theme park eighties night clubbing experience ages well it seems.

It was a nostalgia spectacular. Cheese, kitsch and frankly some very poor taste did nothing to take from the overwhelming fun feeling. It brought me smack back to  a time when the future was filled with exciting promise and bra tops. Twenty years vanished once we hit the illuminated tiles which I might add were mopped with extraordinary dexterity and perplexing regularity.

All the usual suspects  were spotted and some surprisingly obscure ones too. We saw Top Gun Tom Cruise, Bianca Jagger, an army of Cyndis,  Madonna’s plus A Flock of Seagull’s  lead singer, My eyes have never seen so much neon. Clearly one store is making a killing by flogging the decade on a single trend.

It is so amusing and curious to see the next generation take on the era that formed me and my aspirations. According to this lot it was all underpants and cheap fluorescent lycra. And of course comedy shades. The mood was captured but the finer essences and nuances were somewhat missing. Chutzpah triumphed where accuracy failed and some truly hilarious results had me smiling all night. More to some people is definitely more.The rule being if in doubt remove an outer garment then furnish the deficit with more more pink and lime bangles.

Us lot having lived it opted for a somewhat more pared down approach. We preferred to use accents and little flourishes in our tribute. Affectionately nodding towards the decade with careful accessorising. Personally I think we excelled.

The evening’s hilarious shenanigans were interrupted by the bizarrely surreal dance floor announcement of Whiteny Houston’s untimely death. We did the only decent  thing and gave it socks to three of her biggest hits thus fermenting the memory forever.

Highlight of the evening had to be Annette’s spectacular rock out to Run Dmc. She thrashed to the beat, blonde hair a flaying like a regular hormone charger teenager. The excitement of It tipped me over the edge resulting in a wardrobe malfunction. Thankfully it was good and dark.

A Vintage Indian Summer

Wistful thinking, originally uploaded by suzieperon.

These are photos from a shoot I did back in early October when we received a much appreciated blast of last minute summer. The dress is in a very fine navy blue wool crepe and is the work of talented vintage designer Irma Romero. The model is
Rebecka Mustajarv who maintained regal poise and grace while I was busy snapping. I chose Waterloo Park in Highgate for the location as it is suitably grand for such an elegant dress. Lighting was a challenge due to the unexpected sunshine but nevertheless it was a productive day and another hugely satisfying collaboration in the name of creativity and style.

These are my favourites…

Prosecco and Eclairs for Thought.

What better way to re-ignite my enthusiasm for blogging than an afternoon of cakes and bubbles with my fellow UK style bloggers. For months I’ve been thinking how If only I could meet some like minded obsessives this would all make a bit more sense. The solo nature of this pursuit can make it a tad bewildering at times so I was thrilled to get invited to The IFB; thats the Indepepndent Fashion Bloggers in case there are any non bloggers reading , event yesterday. I gave myself ample time to get there but ended up doing manic darts in both directions moments before it was due to start. It’s a compulsion by now and one that a mere noting of the full address would eliminate. Noted again.

I was escorted up the stairs to the the suitably grand function room  at the Swarovski store. The excitable girlish chatter that greeted me set the tone for the afternoon. How nice to be greeted by a room full of smiling fabulous ladies and a photographer eager to take my picture.  Oh sure go on then. Armed with a glass of bubbly and more than my fair share of the sweet buffet I began introducing myself to my peers. It was pleasing to see the guests arrive by themselves and then merge effortlessly into the group. Hats were optional but cameras were not it seemed.

After sufficient mingling and munching there was a panel discussion featuring the top dogs in fashion blog land. Style Bubble, Bloglovin‘ and Signature 99 were represented and a lively and informative hour was passed as the experts shared their wisdom, feelings and experiences with us.

Needless to say there was some serious style in the room. I noticed some particularly striking leg wear and some gorgeous and unusual colour blocking combos.

I left before the winner of the hat competition was announced but my money was on Ceri from Style Eyes Ethical Fashion Blog who wore a striking leather swallow fascinator.

Ladies it was it was a pleasure!