Thursday, April 1, 2010

On the Street…..17th St. New York

Thursday, April 1, 2010

On the Street…..Before Armani, Milano

Thursday, April 1, 2010

On the Street…..The Young West Village, New York

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Cool Girls on Motorcycles, Vintage Photo Contest

This is a photo of my Great-uncle Frank’s former girlfriend taken in the early 1930s on my Great grandfather’s ranch in Sun Valley, CA. I “borrowed” this photo from my Grandpa about 5 years ago so I could take it to my hair stylist for inspiration for a new haircut. I don’t know anything about this woman other than she dated a family member and she liked to ride motorcycles, my Grandpa was only about 7 around this time so he doesn’t remember much about her. Still I love this picture and everything the girl on the bike embodies.
I?m used to walk in the small markets of antique dealers and I found this pictures.
I paid attention to it as I liked the woman personality, riding the bike in an unusual or not so femenin way for the times it was done, but at the same time because she appears kind of ?daring? style.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Why Don’t You?… by Diana Vreeland

Rinse your blond child’s hair in dead champagne to keep its gold as they do in France?

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

On the Street…..The Cut, Paris

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Contest Update

Thanks to everyone that submitted a photo for the contest!

I thought we might get a few hundred entries but we ended up with over 2,200 submissions.

We’ve all enjoyed the images and related stories. No matter who gets the book I think we were all winners.

If you like, continue to send vintage photos to this email address (and only to that email address)

I still have quite a few images that I will be posting occasionally over the next few weeks.

Because of the huge response to the contest it will take me a week or so to sort through all of emails myself. I plan to announce a winner next week.

Can you guess what the next contest will be?

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

In The Workroom….Luca R., Milano

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

On the Street…..Ada, Paris

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

The Family Portraits, Vintage Photo Contest

The date is January 3, 1954. Pictured in the center is my grandfather Yukio (known to me as Ji-chan, Japanese for Grandpa). My dad (pictured on left) is 9 here, his brother a couple years older. The three of them are getting ready to leave Japan for the first time and emigrate to California. My Japanese-American grandmother (born/raised in Calif.) had earlier left her family in Japan in order to find a job, a place to live, and get settled here. Then she sent over for her husband and kids to come and join her in the States.

This photo of Ji-chan reminds me of a Japanese Indiana Jones with the leather jacket and fedora, ready to go on an adventure in a far-off land. He always looked sharp when he went out.

Ji-chan was always a bit of a mystery to me as there was a language barrier (he spoke only Japanese) and he was a quiet man. But I really loved him. He would sneak behind my grandmother’s back and smoke cigarettes in the garage or in the car. I’d always laugh at him becuase it was so obvious. He would awe me with his yo-yo tricks. When I was little I’d hold his hands and he would let me step on his toes while he’d walk around the house. And he was a highly regarded gardener in the Japanese community and won awards for his amazing bonsai plants. He was in his backyard garden, sitting at a chair next to a little table tending to one of his mini-tress when he passed away when I was 14. When my grandmother discovered him she thought that he was simply taking a nap because he looked so peaceful.

When I saw the pictures of my graceful compatriot on your site, I felt the urge to send some of my most cherished family photos too, those of my paternal grandmother Theresa Moreira Reis. She was born in 1903 in Recife, Northern Brazil, daughter to the city’s most sought-after tailor. Politicians and other affluent people were part of his clientele, and her father’s work influenced her sense of style throughout her life. Grandma Theresa was congenitally chic, and unpretentiously glamorous before fashion was in fashion. Her European taste in dressing must have made her stand out there and then.