It’s the opening day of the Royal Ascot horse races in the UK, which reliably unleashes a flood of photos of fancy folks dressed to the nines. It’s been wire service fodder for decades, and news archives are full of glamorous photos going back to the 1920s or even before.
Purple Rain, Prince’s vaguely-autobiographical, 1984 film might be a bit of a mess, but it’s a delightful one, replete with ruffled shirts, over-the-top proclamations of desire, and a wildly buffoonish villain. And now it’s returning to theaters this month as a tribute to the late superstar.
How convenient—the perfect style inspiration for an April weekend when the summer can’t decide whether it wants to be warm or cold or what.
Dig out your blue eyeshadow, your body glitter and your Aqua Net, because it’s time for PROM WEEK on Pictorial.
Retailers and designers have spent decades dithering over what to call clothing available in bigger sizes. “Chubbies” blessedly died with the 1950s and for now, “plus-size” is the go-to. Largely out of fashion: “Queen size.”
This is a strangely successful piece of headwear, in that I feel compelled to do whatever this woman says, immediately.
On this day in 1982, a bunch of stars gathered together in New York to raise money for the Actor’s Fund of America with a spectacular variety show titled “Night of 100 Stars.” Let’s look back at some of the truly astounding, inspiring clips that survive.
God help me, I actually enjoyed reading Ivana Trump’s dishy, ridiculous, semi-autobiographical 1992 novel, For Love Alone. Except, of course, for the parts where I kept picturing Donald Trump in the throes of orgasm.
In her role as Dynasty’s Alexis Carrington, Joan Collins wore many fabulous hats. She wore them so well that she convinced many American women that they could pull off their own statement headgear. So, obviously, Collins decided to capitalize by launching her own line of hats.
You name it, the New York Public Library’s probably got it. Including a substantial collection of historically important erotica, apparently!
Before she was Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman, Jane Seymour was a glamorous made-for-TV-movie queen. But she also took some time to make this wonderfully syrupy commercial for the scent le Jardin de Max Factor—billed as “the incurably romantic fragrance.”
Anybody got the tech to fold the space-time continuum? If so, would you be willing it loan it out, so that I might order some “sassy sweats” from the makers of the diet soda Tab, circa 1986?
Last week, Kathy Ireland went on Entertainment Tonight and spoke about her mentor Elizabeth Taylor’s activism on the issue of AIDS. It was packaged as a bombshell: Taylor ran a Dallas Buyers’ Club-style operation out of her Bel-Air home, getting experimental drugs to AIDS patients. Or did she?
It’s 1985. You’re a walnut brand looking to imbue your grocery-store products with an aura of impossible glamour. What do you do? Obviously, you hire All My Children mainstay and living legend Susan Lucci to host a “World’s Richest Recipe” contest.
Here, via Digg, is five straight minutes of ‘80s commercials set to Flock of Seagulls’ “I Ran.” But this isn’t merely some strung-together compilation of ads. It’s carefully edited to produce a deeply unsettling experience, like being stuck in this 1972 Playskool toy computer with a drunk Max Headroom. Cornflakes…
1. Her pompadour.
A British movie called "Pride" has won an award at Cannes Film Festival for best film depicting LGBT characters. The movie is about an unlikely alliance between miners threatened by Margret Thatcher's redundancy plans and Britain's LGBT community threatened by the PM's socially conservative agenda.
This video from Oprah Winfrey's talk show in 1988 will not only teach you how to get the perfect "hourglass figure" (LOL), but will also remind you of the value of perfect shoulder pad placement.
TGIF! It's time for another edition of Let's Shop. Today we travel back in time to 1983. The weather's turned cool, and after braiding each others' hair, we're going to collapse on the couch and watch Webster, Dallas and Falcon Crest. Better pick a pastel pullover. Which one do you want?
The year is 1983. You've got the scene all set: A roaring fire, some Riunite on ice, Remington Steele playing softly on the Magnavox. A swift check of your Swatch confirms that your beloved will arrive at any moment. Time to change into something a little more comfortable. What'll it be?