Hi Ayla, I like your way of looking at it. She is my mother, and the gentleman on the right (on her left) is her boyfriend (today, her husband, my father). And the gentleman on the left (on her right) is her brother (my uncle Luis).
The gentleman on the left is wearing the suit I want but can’t find:
peaked lapel with a low gorge and a pinched-waisted jacket. 80′s Armani power suit but closer cut and without the exaggerated shoulders.
I am so amused by the fact that this industry (those people with the cameras at touristy spots telling everyone in your group to get together) went all the way back to the 50s and still exists today!!! =D
Despite the political yups and downs you guys are still looking good and l agree with you that the vintage photos will never go out of fashion. I love what the lady is putting on real cool and up to date.
Fashion is taking a new shape and daily we see a different turn in it, l love what l am seeing pretty cool. It is good to at least do something extra ordinary despite the pressures you are under, it will do you some good if you take a break.
Her hands had deep wrinkles, a daily reminder of her age, but her manicured nails were short and neat as she glided them over the photographs. She really did not feel all her 78 years but New York had always made her feel young. She could still feel the crisp air kissing her cheek and welcoming her to the city on that winter day in 1950. As she sifts through the photographs, a distressed corner catches her eye. A moment, memories flood her mind and her eyes. Gijon. Home. Walking down the street in the warm late summer sun and a street photographer stops to take their picture. In this moment, she is thankful she walked back to the studio to purchase the photo and wonders if her young self could have ever imagined sitting at this table, so far from home for so long, so full of memories.
You know what i love about all these vintage photos is that not one single one of them is wearing lycra about town. I’m not sure when exactly it became acceptable to wear exercise clothes for everything, irrespective if you are actually working out (I’ve even seen faded yoga pants, sweat jacket and high heels!!). It seems in the eastern suburbs of Sydney, lycra is the new Prada and sneakers the new Louboutins… without being crass sometimes it really is more information than necessary, for the general public to see. Is this just a Sydney thing?.. It makes me wonder why all these people with money buy designer clothes if they cant be bothered to wear them. Bring back the good old days when people had pride in their appearance and took care to look the best they could.
Hello, this is a picture of my mother, who is going for a walk with my father, on her left, and my uncle Luis, on her right.
Today, after 62 years, they are a little bit older but still look great.
People from Gij√≥n: yes, it’s calle Jovellanos and el Nautico. They come from el parch√≠s and they seem to go to la Escalerona.
Thanks to The Sartorialist and thanks all of you for your comments.
When I traveld to Europe for the first time with my family in 1969, my father worn a suit, for sightseeeing with five children, everyday of our month long trip. This is a bygone era. What a special one it was.