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Crazy Mens Vintage 1950s / 60s Hair Style Videos!

 

Like every style discerning woman, a man needs a good hair-do too “…to give him all the confidence he needs” – at least according to these crazy 1950s / 60s archival films documenting some of the most popping hair crazes of the moment!

“No longer is it fashionable to have short backened sides; today a gentleman must concentrate on curls”, and perms, and matching partner twists!

God, there’s something so fantastic about watching these incredible dos be created and crafted so artfully by their technicians, and then enjoyed so outrightly by the men getting these out-of-this-world creations.

It means a lot to take pride your appearance, and most definitely at this time would have been perhaps quite strange to take it to this level – but these days we all know that books can most definitely be judged by their covers, so you might as well look your very best! And boy, did these boys know that . . .most particularly love the teen influences taking place here (ie. “The Twist” the dance, and matching partner hairstyle).

There is a huge resurgence of the male coiffure taking place these days, so don’t be surprised if you start seeing more complicated styles popping up in the {future} or near {present}. Even if we are wrong, it would sure be damn cool if they did!

 

It’s all about that transformative power of style, and if you can harness that ability, you got it made in the shade.

So, we hope you enjoy this cool blasts from the {past} and/or possibly {future}!

 Until next time,

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Baby, Let’s Cruise Away From Here. . . GUCCI Men’s Cruise 2017

Gucci Cruise 2017 at Westminster Abbey, London {May, 2016}

“I chose Westminster Abbey because everyone has this idea of London being cool, but for me the history is what’s really cool.” 

-Alessandro Michele {source}

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Check out this righteous collection of photographs from Nick Waplington of the menswear in Alessandro Michele’s triumphant 2017 Cruise collection for GUCCI making another landmark in style for the classic Italian high fashion brand, and what is being known as another groundbreaker in the area of men’s fashion and style.

The inspirations are vast and varied ( spot turn of the century collegiate vibes, 80s punks, 90s street couture, 1920s leisurewear, 70s bohemian playboys, 50s varsity jocks,  19th century naturalists, Edo Japan, and more ), and its this exciting eclecticism that is putting Michele at the forefront of truly changing the way we look at specifically men’s fashion, which for the most part has become a sea of black, beige, and boring.

Our motto has always been ‘more is more’, and we’re happy to have such a prestigious like mind in our corner on the matter. If you are unfamiliar with the new GUCCI vibe, this collection of portraits will not only be getting you a taste, but you will truly understand what all the buzz is about. Taken almost portrait style, the loud and eccentric looks are jarringly juxtaposed against the backdrop of a stately English country home like a tribe of wanderlusting young men who had just conquered the Old World and are setting forth establishing the New.

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This is a new voice, yes; and yet, much of what we see isn’t necessarily “new” in any way, in fact, as we pointed out with the mass of inspirations colliding in this collection, its a true example of taking from the {past} to invigorate the {present} and thus poising change for the {future} …

“The men’s wardrobe is like a ritual and I am fascinated by it and its codes. The codes are not to be cancelled, they have to be reinvented and repositioned in a different fresco. There is the part of formalwear which I consider like the father of all the different styles. There are some punk pieces which are the most romantic part of the collection. When you are punk you are romantic, because you want to break the rules. And then there is the preppy/street part which recalls college-wear and is thought for more relaxed moments. Each of these parts has its own codes and, as always, I enjoyed putting a sort of confusion among the different codes and languages.”

-Alessandro Michele {source}

We have always felt like fashion and style is like a secret society full of codes and rules and symbols that all add up to create greater meaning . . . like geomancy, the way you mix and match elements have different suggestions and powers. If you are wise, you can use these powers to your advantage in your day-to-day, and even make great strides in following your path to destiny.

Through Alessandro Michele’s meticulous orchestration, and continuing success in the fashion industry, be sure to check out the change that is ready to explode in our everyday! Just look around . . .

After looking through the photographs, I’m sure you will notice the sense of individualism achieved in this collection which is a funny thing to say, when a collection is usually thought of as a wholly distinct and cohesive mass, however, what Michele knows is that there will be dozens of different men who in their daily lives belong to whichever tribe  (suits, shorts, bohos, rock n rollers, geeks, streets, etc.) and having such an eclectic array provides the greatest cohesion amongst men.

Also, note the artisanal quality of each piece. This not the same GUCCI that you find horrible knock-offs of in Chinatown . . . these are truly thought out works of art. From the embroidery, to the hand painting, to the beading, bleaching, patchwork, knitwear; each piece has a true artist quality that renders the price tags not even as devastating when you think of the work involved, as well as the increasing value throughout time.

Even with all the embellishment, at the end of the day you are looking at classic and timeless pieces. If you check out our {SHOP} you can find a lot of style-wise pieces that can help you achieve the look!

 

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Keep it classic. Keep it timeless. Keep it unique.

Hopefully we provided some inspiration.

Carry forth, and be wise to your times.

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#RiotClub – Secret Society Style Prevails Yet Again!

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They don’t know when to stop . . . 

It’s as if they tapped into our brains with this one!

“Riot Club” is the latest film from British director Lone Scherfig who last brought us a vintage style feast in 2009’s “An Education”.

The film is a fictionalized vision based on the salacious modus operandi of the notorious Bullingdon Club, who came to the forefront of the media’s gaze in the 1980s as they trashed their way through some of England’s finest establishments. The most shocking aspect of their antics was that the band of bad asses were actually some of British society’s finest bred.

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(1) the Hon. Edward Sebastian Grigg [the BBC Pension Trust sub-contractor and former SCREAM snuff-film director for Goldman Sachs], the heir to Baron Altrincham of Tormarton and current chairman of Credit Suisse (UK)
(2) David Cameron
(3) Ralph Perry Robinson, a former child actor, designer, furniture-maker
(4) Ewen Fergusson, son of the British ambassador to France, Sir Ewen Fergusson and now at City law firm Herbert Smith
(5) Matthew Benson, the heir to the Earldom of Wemyss and March
(6) Sebastian James, the son of Lord Northbourne, a major landowner in Kent
(7) Jonathan Ford, the-then president of the club, a banker with Morgan Grenfell
(8) Boris Johnson, the-then president of the Oxford Union, now Lord Mayor of London
9) Harry Eastwood, the investment fund consultant

Based on the play Posh by Laura Wade, the film delves into the manic musings of the centuries old club which resided within the historic confines of Oxford University, and the psychology of privilege that prevailed in the minds of the club’s most esteemed members.

Many members of the Bullingdon Club would go on to become some of England’s most powerful and influential politicians and businessmen including Prime Minister David Cameron, British ambassador to France Sir Ewen Fergusson, Jonathan Ford and Boris Johnson. Some of the club’s legendary members included King Edward VII, King Edward VIII, Cecil Rhodes, Nathaniel Rothschild, and Gottfried von Bismarck!

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Gottfried von Bismarck from the House of Bismarck – known for his righteous parties and supreme style wisdom. 

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Days of Being Wild with Nathaniel Rothschild & Friends . . .

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Makes you think . . .

Needless to say, after watching the trailer for the film, we are psyched as ever to see the story of the Buller boys come to life! We love to see that secret society style truly is making its way to the forefront!

After all, everyday in life we encounter secret societies. Whether they be clubs or members only parties, or just the secret conversations with have with our friends and family – they are all the same. It’s that bond that keeps us all together in the end, and no matter how hard we try, we cannot escape wanting to feel like we belong to something exclusively ours.

This is the truth.

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Bullingdon Club, 2013.

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Can’t wait!

“I don’t think an evening would have ended without a restaurant being trashed and being paid for in full, very often in cash. […] A night in the cells would be regarded as being par for a Buller man and so would debagging anyone who really attracted the irritation of the Buller men.”

Andrew Grimson, biographer of Boris Johnson on the Bullingdon Club in the 1980s

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Music Minute: Billy Fury – “A Wondrous Place” (1960 Recording)



This artist we’re bringing to you today has a wondrous sensibility to style and passion, cultivating his own hip pulse alongside Elvis himself.  Rockabilly style sensationalism must be in the air, because we’re tripping off of this pretty-boys badass look.

Born 1940 to the name Ronald William Wycherley in Liverpool, England, where winning a talent show as a kid would lead to a life showcasing the goods he was born with.  Born with an abundance of talent and a weak heart, he was destined to leave behind a big handprint.

Wycherley fronted his own group in 1955, but simultaneously worked full-time on a tugboat and later as a stevedore. By 1958 had started composing his own songs.  When he was signed he was such an immediate success, new management would rename him ‘Billy Fury’.

However, his early sexual and provocative stage performances received censure, and he was forced to tone them down.  But we have to attest, the world was changing in a big way, and sex is exactly what people wanted!

With a whiney twang, and a pouty quality to his style of sound, he is a forgotten idol of the changing pop culture through the 1950s.

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Having spent decades making career choices based on health, and having to pass on many opportunities and tours, ‘Billy’ would be found on his hotel room floor in 1983.

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E.O.F. Snapshot of the Day {January 7, 2013}

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Hunter S. Thompson {circa 1960s} at his typewriter with pipe and wicked graphic surf shorts!

Greetings friends, fans, and followers . . .

The holiday season has come and gone, and we are back to the writing desk, much like our good friend Hunter S. Thompson up there. We thought this was a great image to welcome ourselves back on, as it reminds us all that style is something we take everywhere we go; It is a reflection, a representation, of one’s own unique persona.

Even putting himself up to the grind and working away, a man like Hunter S. Thompson (and like so many other great writers) only needs to rely on his supernatural sensibility of self to carry him through the long hours of the day. While I’m sure he never envisioned himself as a style guru of any sort, this man is looked at time and time again for his bad ass All-American jamboree of pattern and real casual cool.

Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men’s reality. Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proff to those who need it that the tyranny of “the rat race” is not yet final.

-Hunter S. Thompson

All it takes is letting go a little . . .

We hope to help you with these, and other dilemmas and mysteries of style and self in the coming New Year! Just keep it cool, OK?!

This year we hope to divulge in more rebel realities, playboy prophecies, magic America, gothic nuances, and many more vintage memories and musings informing and quickly building tomorrow’s fashion landscape . . .

With the help of {theEye} there’s no going wrong (and no going back, for that matter)!

See you shortly. . .

Most Sincerely,

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“The Old Man on the Corner” by Waldo Tomosky

Waldo Tomosky is one of our regular visitors here at The Eye of Faith, and wished to share this short story with us, citing it as both unique and divine – two very important words we hold close to us here at The Eye.

We couldn’t agree more, and decided we’d share it with you all here at The Eye of Faith.

This story entitled “The Old Man on the Corner” plays off Waldo’s own memory as a boy living in a small town, and how the simplest things in the world can come to be the most profound in the end….

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There is a state that is not what it used to be. There is a village within that state that falls into the same category. Families have an obligation to prepare the next generation for a better life. Political regions apparently do not have that same obligation.

The village has a city name; Johnson City. From the period of my first memories of village life, until the time when I entered the army, I always remember one specific street corner.

At one time a large store was located there. If my memory serves me correctly it was a hardware store. I do clearly remember, I am sure, that to enter the store you had to climb three massive concrete stairs that wrapped around the entire front.

The store no longer exists, due to a fire. A silvery aluminum diner was finally placed on the site. It has always been called the “Red Robin Diner.” But this story is not about inanimate objects; it is about people, or, more succinctly, it is about one man. This man was one of several that were, and are, always located on that corner. Their faces change and their manner changes but they are the same men.

They are retirees, older men living off a pension, a government dole, or off their savings. When I was young they sat on an old wooden bench that was painted red. It probably belonged to the village. The men smoked, and talked about something that I was never privileged to hear. They also had a bottle of something or other that was wrapped in a brown paper sack. In between cigarettes, or cigars, they would pass the sack around and each man had a swig of whatever was hidden in it.

They were nice friendly men. There were no loud voices or harsh words. They simply enjoyed each others company and nodded “hello” to the folks that passed them by. A nice toothy (or toothless) grin usually accompanied the “hello.”

I previously stated that the story is about one man. Possibly my memory has played some tricks on me over the years and this one man is a composite of all the old men that have located themselves on that corner. It makes no difference. This singular or composite soul was friendly, cheerful, unshaven, had a hole in his pants, and his shoes (that were once meant for work) were never polished. Yes; that is a good analogy. His shoes were like he was, unpolished but substantial, faithful, ready to serve.

This man smoked a pipe (in between nips). It was not a beautiful meerschaum pipe. It appeared to be made of briarwood and had a plain shape. He lit his pipe with what us youngsters called “farmer matches.” They were not your modern safety matches. They were more functional for a pipe smoker. The matches were singular (not in a pack) and had a hefty piece of wood (not the cheap paper stick that we now use). The heads had a section to burn and a section to strike. The striking portion was on the end and was typically white in color. Once struck, the burning section would be ignited which in turn would set the hefty wooden stick aflame.

Once again we are not here to compare the old with the new but rather to set into motion the details about this old man and his wooden matches. Keep in mind the attributes of this old man. He was wise, somewhat the worse for wear (as we all would be if we had completed the tasks that he had), a little unkempt, but most importantly he loved the people around him. In fact he loved them almost as much as he loved lighting his pipe. I really believe he enjoyed lighting those farmer matches. He was constantly at it.

The match would appear from nowhere. He would be inspecting it before the casual observer even knew he had one in his hand. The old man would test the wooden section for sturdiness. Then he would spin it between his fingers and inspect the white striking end. This would be followed by an inspection of the secondary lighting section (which was usually red but sometimes blue). Once he was satisfied, the match would be struck against some hard surface. The striking end would burst open into a star like pattern with other minor star patterns being created from the original one; then additional star patterns were created from the secondary ones. You could never tell how many star patterns were created due to the fact that it happened so fast. Yet, you knew that several patterns existed before they died out. At that same moment the secondary fire (blue or red; it makes no difference) would occur. This would create yet another burst of energy that exceeded what was necessary to light the pipe. The old man would keep the creation at a safe distance until the wooden section was on fire. Only at that time would he light his pipe.

I must repeat that he appeared to enjoy lighting the matches as much as smoking the pipe. I say this because he would always use about five matches for every pipe-full of tobacco. Additionally, his eyes would gleam with joy whenever he lit a match. It was not the gleam of a pyromaniac but rather the gleam of someone who created something. He appeared proud like a new father, or, had that “ah-ha!” moment of someone who had a new insight. It was something that I never understood but always was amazed at observing. How could an old man on a corner get such satisfaction out of lighting his pipe?

It was only when I had my own “ah-ha!” moment (years later) that I understood the old man on the corner. The ceremony of the pipe was his creation yet every time he accomplished that act he knew exactly what would occur. Oh, I don’t mean that he knew how many star patterns there would be, and he sure didn’t know what was located on those minute cinders that resulted from the burnt out star patterns. He only knew that he could create them and that the results would take care of themselves. It was only natural that there would be star-cinders, flame energy and gases, and finally the wooden stick that would serve as the means to the end.

Therefore I believe that somewhere beyond all the galaxies, their stars, the gases, the unbridled energy, the cinder-like asteroids, the unknown black holes, there is an old man standing on a corner lighting his pipe. There is, most likely, a hole in his pants. There may be some friends that he shares nectar with; although I can not quite picture it being hidden in a brown paper sack. He is friendly and benevolent but does not care to guide our every move. He simply likes to create a stir with his farmer matches. He loves the explosive star patterns, likes to watch the flames and gasses that are created by the red and blue sections, and is somewhat disappointed when the wooden section finally burns out.

He knows that he will need to re-light his pipe in a few minutes and also knows that the residue of the last match will have to take care of itself. He doesn’t know that we are riding on one of the smallest cinders and that we treat the last burning ember of the striking ember as the center of our system. Time to him is irrelevant. Time to us is in light-years.

We have made such a big thing out of someone lighting a pipe. It is really very simple. We do not know (and will never know) where the beginning and end is. It is not really our beginning or our end; they are His matches and His pipe. So therefore the creative act of lighting farmer matches goes on. The center of the sphere of sparks is everywhere yet nowhere. The length of time for a match to exhaust itself is both future and past (of which neither really exist). Yet we continue to attempt to identify the past through something we call history and the future through something we call science.

It is just an old man lighting his pipe.

© Copyright – Waldo Tomosky

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Sincerely,

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Music Minute: Le Temps de l’Amour – Françoise Hardy (1965)

Here’s just a tiny taste of one of our favourite Parisian songstress of all-time.  The great Françoise Hardy is known for so much more than just her fantastic voice and smooth 60s style.

According to her wikipedia page her credits reach from singer/actress and notes her as a Astrologist (so you better believe we’d be a fan).  Surely claiming a spot as one of our divinities of style based on looks alone, which directly influence fashion house Balenciaga.  Today it’s her voice which has us buzzing.

From the 1965 album The Yeh-Yeh Girl from Paris!’ comes this amazing track which some of you may recognize from the recent Wes Anderson flick Moonrise Kingdom.  Look for more words on this amazing subject in the ‘coming days‘, until then enjoy this delectable peice of 60s sub culture.

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Music Minute: Jack White & Wanda Jackson – Black Cab Sessions

The Black Cab Sessions is a series of one-song performances by musicians and poets recorded in the back of a black cab and filmed for an internet audience. A ‘blackcab’ is a taxicab that’s common to Britain.  These sessions are always good, but this one is particularly great!

The motto of the Black Cab Sessions is “one song, one take, one cab.” 

We find Jack White to be quite the revolutionist when it comes to his musical styling. And we adore him because helped reintroduce some of the greatest artists to a fad stricken America. We want to take a minute to show you all this ‘Black Cab’ Jam-sesh with iconic Wanda Jackson.

We get a glimpse on some of Wanda’s reflections on her music, her life, and some insight about the King himself; Elvis!  Oh, and if that wasn’t enough to get a person interested, the cab driver during this session is John C Reilly.

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Music Minute: Natalia Kills her Boyfriend, Yea.


English singer-songwriter actress, and short-film director Natalia [Keery-Fisher] Kills caught our attention with her enigmatic 2011 debut album Perfectionist.  Compared to the likes of Lady Gaga or Nicki Minaj, we find this young export to have a flavour that’s all her own.

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The Rites of Spring

Our last few posts have been harbouring a certain darkness and creepiness (that we of course love), but seeing as Spring has already sprung we thought we’d pay some respect to a most glorious of seasons.

Just as Stravinsky saw a vision of youth, sacrifice, and above-all beauty in his musical megawork The Rite of Spring, we at The Eye of Faith are seeing the beauty of nature and the primitive simplicities of – well, BEING.

The days thus far have been absolutely gorgeous, and no doubt we have the Gods of Spring to thank for that! Let’s just hope we can hold onto his benevolence!

Oh, the joys of youth! Pretty stuff today, but don’t think we have let go of our demons. After all, as Aristophanes said:

“Evil events from evil cause spring”

Persephone awaits!


Until next time,

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