A Guide to : Fashion History Timeline (part I)

Sorry for the super long hiatus!

Just about two days ago i got a super amazing gala dinner for my medical faculty birthday with the theme of Retro Vintage, so i just wanna share my experience in travelling, finding the right fashion for that!

So, basically Retro style is style that is consciously derivative or imitative of trends, modes, fashions, or attitudes of the recent past. The term of retro used since the 1940, so, retro fashion refers to fashion from 1940-1990. Retro fashion is a clothing style which consists in wearing clothes commonly used in the past. This way of clothing often includes garments and accessories that are characteristic of such times, and many people use them in an exaggerated way and in combination with current clothing.

Since, there's a lot of things going on in 1940-1990, i'll just make it shorter like this :

early 40's -

Most of the women's fashions during the 1940s were designed with the same squared shoulders, small waist, and skirt above the knee

late 40's - New Look

By 1947, after WWII was over, the "New Look" began to replace the wartime utility fashions. This new style embraced femininity, with rounded shoulders, shapely bust lines, closely-defined waistlines, slightly padded skirts, and full, billowing skirts that hung just below the calves.
early 50's - Dirndl & Poodle Skirt  
Christian Dior's "New Look" of 1947 continued to influence the fashions of the 1950s. The dirndl dress, either sleeveless or with small puff sleeves and having a billowy skirt, became an extremely popular style. This type of casual attire was the hallmark of 1950s fashions. Also, The poodle skirts is famous among teenagers.

late 50's -

By the late 1950s, the long, slim look had returned. Long skirts or dresses were popular, often worn with short jackets.

early 60's - Jackie Kennedy

 The first half of the sixties mimicked the late 50s with shirt-waist dresses , turtle necks , pencil skirts, blouses in pastel colors. The only notable difference is the hem-line shrunk an inch or so above the knee. Women in this era also mimicked Jacqueline Kennedy as their references style.

late 60's - Hippies & Mod 
Hippies and Mod were in 1964-1969. These famous styles were not fully welcomed in the streets until the mid sixties, (64-66). Woman sported box dresses, mini skirts , turtle necks, go-go boots and beehives brought on by the British Invasion in 1964

early 70's - All Bright
Early 1970s fashion was a fun era. It culminated some of the best elements of the 60s and perfected and/or exaggerated them. Some of the best clothing produced in the 1970s perfectly blended the mods with the hippies. There is one common theme throughout fashion in the 1970s: pants were tight fitting 

late 70's - Disco

Color almost completely disappeared by 1979. Earth tones, grays, whites and blacks were back in full force, as people had apparently tired of the super bright tones of the early 1970s. The Disco & sportwear clothes are also popular in this era.

early 80's - Minimalism
 The early 1980s were very different from the rest of the decade, with some carryovers from the late 1970s. The early 1980s saw a minimalist approach to fashion, with less emphasis on accessories, and practicality considered just as much as aesthetics. Clothing colors were subdued, quiet and basic; varying shades of brown, tan, and orange were common

late 80's - Aerobics
Women's apparel in the late 1980s included jackets (both cropped and long), coats (both cloth and fake fur), reversible inside-out coats (leather on one side, fake fur on the other), rugby sweatshirts, sweater dresses, tafetta and pouf dresses, baby doll dresses, jumpsuits, miniskirts, stretch pants, tapered pants, happy pants (homemade pants made in bold designs with bright colors), and opaque tights. The aerobics styled like leg warmers, bright stockings, also popular in this time. 
 

Phew, a lotta style in just 50 years, right?

My personal favourite is actually the 40's era, both for New look & Dirndl. So i decided to sew a little (actually, a dress) and trying to make some accessories for the 40's look. You can see the complete result the dress, accessories i made in :

Part II, A guide to : Retro Vintage

So since this is only a brief history, you can also look up on wikipedia, or retrowaste, or uvm.edu for further reading. I hope this help, thanks for reading!

20 at 20

Maybe you watch me, maybe you're not but we all know things got complicated these day (as usual) the wave might be fierce, but believe me, i'm alive. I'm still working on that wish you want me to do, in case you're wondering. I might be old-fashioned, but don't blame me if i always keep everyone promises on my mind.

Oh, and there's a little gift for you that keeps my memory as fresh as yesterday's memory. I know, i should maybe just forget them, but the thought of you having the 20th birthday, well it's actually kind of.. i don't know. Scars will always be scars, but that's not the point, isn't it?

Sorry for everything, happy birthday to you,
dear you.

'Sometimes people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them.' 

'Love is keeping the promise anyway.'

Impossibilities

I. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.  

II. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.  

III. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

- Arthur C. Clarke's Three Laws

What can we say about impossibilities? We believe some things, are not possible to happen or to do, but what do we know actually about impossibilities? Are they really not possible?

Recently i got a lot of things in my mind and i realized that, as we grow older, we tend to think something is easily misunderstood as impossible. We imagined, fantasized a lot of things back then, but then what happened when we're adult? I feel like sometimes i kind of lost. But then to realized that the thing i need to do is to re-think.

We know, as we grow older, things got complicated, but seriously if you think of it again, that's not the truth. The truth is everything is always complicated back then, and now. It's only a matter of how our perception sees them. As a kid, we didn't focus only on one thing, we saw things, but we saw whole-earthly.

We know as we grow older, we see things easily as impossible, but that's not the truth. To remind what Clarke's said in the three laws 'When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.' the question is, what makes them impossible? As myself, i often questioning myself, why did i kept stating something as impossible, but then we all know, the reason why we keep saying something impossible is because we're all scared.

We're all scared to something that we don't understand.

Maybe we're afraid to know the truth, or maybe we just too afraid to find the truth. Both of them are the same, but really, all we need is to keep aside of that thing in our mind. Even if you're afraid of it, just believe in the possibilities, even if you think it's not possible.

Maybe all you need is a little magic.

The Science of Interstellar

*contain spoiler*

I cannot say how fascinated i am by this movie, Interstellar but i can make sure that this movie probably is one of the greatest movie of this century. All the elements are just too great to be true, drama, graphic, special effect, story, and the most important is : the science behind it.

Since i was kid, i always fascinated by how amazing our universe is, and it is not rarely i have a lot of question about it, like : how does wormholes actually look alike? what happened if you entered the black holes? what is beyond the black holes? and so on. And Interstellar, answered it. I really cannot say how gratitude i am for this, specially when i found out that they use real equations.

What Lies Behind

Finally we're at the end of 2014, there's so much things and memories to treasure along this year. University memories are absolutely one of the best moments, i got into student council, running a fashion show competition with a super weirdo theme called 'dia de muertos', becoming the part of a crazy-wild-team of dekdok, sinking into the ocean of business because of all of it and so many more.

 I would call 2014 is a year of patience and learning all the things i never wanted to know before. I started learning about the thing that hasn't come to my mind after almost 6 year of hiatus (of loving someone, actually) and how to deal with them. And i called it my summer.

Summer is like reading the first page of nicholas spark's book. It was wonderfully written and too good to be true. It was sweet and all, but well, thing is sometimes always not like what it seems. One day, he just walked away, like summer leaving the year and at the very first day of autumn, he's completely gone. As for myself, i didn't regret a lot about summer, it's more like, he taught me how to cope with things i was afraid to face before.

And then, Autumn was always part of the falling memories. Remembrance is always the song of autumn, so i started remembering Abel like i used to, but soon to realize that i cannot do this anymore. And i was right in time to say that, and soon after i decided myself, his brother came in help for me to get his belongings to the garage. I might never recover from that scars, but to know that i finally close the book it just.. calms me down (even sometimes i cannot resist to remember it again and played his recording on my mind)

But here's the thing about life,

"if you're brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello"


And as for winter, it turns out behind the pale looking sky and the cold winter night, i found star. A bright star, it's such an irony since it took me so long to realize there's a fair star out there in the sky, but i'm glad that finally i could see it.

Short said, 2014 is awesome but 2015 has so much for me.

I cannot wait to see what happen next in this brand new year!

Dor

Things are getting better lately, i haven't complained much about life but more like accepting it. It's a good lesson, since complaining doesn't really solve anything better. And lately i found that letting go is actually one of probably the best decision i've made for S, i didn't have time to write this in my blog but here i am.
About a few weeks ago i got the opportunity to help his brother to open up and clean all his belongings, i got to say, it's not an easy job but i'd really love to open 'a little' memories. And for importantly, finding his personal journal he used to write back then. Everything was still in the same condition. Room, desk, bed, and..

 Piano.

As much as i know, the view of the unused, dusty piano he used to play is the one that totally wreck my heart. And suddenly what Haruki Murakami's said is true, 'Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.' Suddenly i have this uneasy, unexplained feelings. It's both of sad and that warm feeling. I somehow feel like i'm home for a long long time, but at the same time, i feel like there's a storm raging on inside my heart.

I cannot really say much what happened after that. Overflowing memories, i'd say. To not cry at that moment was probably too impossible. I can still remember there are a lot of his belongings that really reminds me a lot of him. Paperworks, doodles, books, novels, handwritings, and so on. 

I saw books and it reminds me of the time when he used to tell me things about history and freakish things.
I saw records and it reminds me of his piano playing, and how he gorgeously calmed and amused me with it.
I saw doodles and it reminds me of the time when we used to draw things continuously.
I saw his handwritings and it reminds me of the time when he used to write things, poetry, stories, letters as he silently listening to the pouring rain.

A rare pluviophile, a freak, nerd, wallflower, pianist, poet, romantic, brainiac that's what he is. 

Forbidden to remember and terrified to forget, I can only note that scars probably have the strange power to remind me that my past is the best memories and that they're sad,

because we all know that they'll never happen twice.

A Look in the Glass

Yesterday i have a vivid dream about a girl.
A Green-haired girl.
Yes, green.

I don't really remember how she looked like but i remember the colour of her hair, it was green, not anything like leaf, but more like.. lake. Maybe this kind of green (i'm not sure what is it called, but i think it's emerald green)

I don't always write about dreams but when i do, it's usually something that i need to remember or just because it's simply awesome. And also, i don't always write about my dreams simply because most of them are nightmares, well, lately. And last night's dream is none of the above. It's that kind of dream that puzzled you.

It's started about 9 pm (well, in my dream, i have a strong feeling that it is 9 pm), i was reading and i sat in the middle of my house. I guess no one is home because it was so quiet, i can hear the clock is ticking. Suddenly, i have the sense that tell me to look at the outside, i cannot explain it. It was raining outside, and i saw nothing. It was completely dark. I looked outside through my window, and suddenly i realized there's a girl.

That green-haired-girl. She looked so.. perfect (?) i don't know, my thought said it that time.
She's smiling and wave her hand at me, so i waved back. And then, i feel something in my hand, it was blood. I realized i have blood all over my body. But since i'm not that scared of blood and i'm getting used to this kind of scenario in my dreams (let's just say that i have so many nightmares before this until i get used to it) i'm just.. feeling alright.

And that girl didn't really say anything. She's just smiling, that kind of smile that makes you calm.
Then i hear piano play, and noticed that the green-haired-girl is only a reflection.
Yes, reflection in the glass. And definitely not mine.

It was so weird. Everything got back to normal when the green-haired-girl gone. And the piano play turn to the sound of the rain again.