Thinking About 60s and 70s


My dad always laughs when I rave about how great the ’70s must have been. A child of California with older brothers that joined the Berkley students protesting the Vietnam War and narrowly avoided getting drafted, the end of the ’60s and early ’70s weren’t all flower children and Janice Joplin. Even though my dad remembers it differently, the stories told in the decades since are the vehicle for seeing my version of the decades through rose colored lenses.

Maybe it’s the authenticity and unalterable passage of time that paints a more colorful picture of the decade of bell bottoms, the birth of disco and the height of rock n’ roll. When some of the finest contributions to culture came out of Laurel Canyon and Haight Ashbury instead of Silicon Valley and Mountain View. Getting dressed for a generation you never experienced personally but only heard stories about requires a little bit of imagination and a lot of visual aid.

Cut to the never-ending cycle of the ’60s and ’70s, where we’re seeing more and more styles reflecting an era that’s transcended just the 3-day festival look. Credit Pantone for naming Marsala the 2015 color of the year, a chocolate copper red that complements any skin tone and warms up a look instantly. Nicholas Gesquiere debuted Marsha Brady hair, mini skirts and vanilla colored lace at Louis Vuitton. Walk by any Forever 21 and suede fringe, macrame, and eyelet peasant tops are everywhere. Even Record Store Day is joining in, with Jerry Garcia reissues¬†and Marvin Gaye singles.

One thing is for sure, it’s my mission for every warm weather day in 2015 to look like I walked out of a time capsule, or at least an extra from a 70’s movie. I told my hair stylist Patti to make my hair look like “’70s porn star on her day off.” Translation, big volume, soft waves, fussed with but unfussy looking. My tools: Large barrel curling iron, Bumble & Bumble Surf Spray and a little hairspray for hold. I’m determined to wear platforms and colors that are also spices: cinnamon, cumin, paprika – you get the idea.

















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