Last night I watched one of the two movies I think exemplify the elan of the sixties: How to Steal a Million.. That movie, along with Two for the Road, capture the pop-art breeziness that is the true soul of the sixties, before hippieness and flower power settled heavily (and some would argue, groovily) over the land. The key to this Carnaby-Street cornucopia?
Audrey Hepburn. More particularly, Audrey Hepburn in Givenchy. Who else could wear a-line dresses, oversized sunglasses and Mary Quant eye makeup with such panache? Audrey was the embodiment of my first vision of hipness, circa 1966.
Ah, to be hip. In 1966, ultimate hipness was a miniskirt, white go-go boots and matching lipstick, swinging down a London street to the Petula Clark’s Downtown, with a clear plastic umbrella underneath my arm. Considering at the time I was a chubby eight-year old with frizzy hair and Air Force-issued glasses living on yet another air force base (this time? Minot, North Dakota), the probability my dream would be fulfilled was pretty darn slim, even with the conscientious application of Elmer’s Glue fingernails. But it didn’t deter me from my life-long search for What Is Hip, which unfortunately for me started at a much earlier age….
(to be continued….)
What I’m Watching. (every frickin’ night): Bands Reunited on VH1. Tonight was the season’s apex: ABC. Oh, to be in the audience in the eighties and have the pleasure of Martin Fry in a gold lamé suit sneering down upon me….