I recently learned how to get screen shots from my dvds, and I've taken on a little project.
Marc and others have been busy supplying images, and I want to contribute more than pics of my ugly mug and the things I wear above it, so I'm contributing images of clothing form period films taht I like. Which is to say, I like the clothing and I like the film.
I'm starting with my favourite film of all time, and one of my favourite characters in film history, Chinatown and Jake Gittes. I know a lot of people here got into wearing period attire via Indiana Jones, but he never really did much for me, I was laways all about the smarts, the street cred, the toughness, the tenderness and the sheer elan of one Jake Gittes, private detective, assayed in two films by the inimitable Jack Nicholson. Now here was a fully rounded and fascinating character, a believable, naturalistic rendering (if not all absolutely accurate) of the 1930s, and here too was a vain little cockscomb of a man who knew how to dress, and loved doing it. There would be no rumpled trench coat or "farted up" suit in J.J.'s closet, only the gladdest glad rags this side of L. O. Fellowes illustrations for Esquire.
So, here without further ado, are the duds of Jake Gittes.
Marc and others have been busy supplying images, and I want to contribute more than pics of my ugly mug and the things I wear above it, so I'm contributing images of clothing form period films taht I like. Which is to say, I like the clothing and I like the film.
I'm starting with my favourite film of all time, and one of my favourite characters in film history, Chinatown and Jake Gittes. I know a lot of people here got into wearing period attire via Indiana Jones, but he never really did much for me, I was laways all about the smarts, the street cred, the toughness, the tenderness and the sheer elan of one Jake Gittes, private detective, assayed in two films by the inimitable Jack Nicholson. Now here was a fully rounded and fascinating character, a believable, naturalistic rendering (if not all absolutely accurate) of the 1930s, and here too was a vain little cockscomb of a man who knew how to dress, and loved doing it. There would be no rumpled trench coat or "farted up" suit in J.J.'s closet, only the gladdest glad rags this side of L. O. Fellowes illustrations for Esquire.
So, here without further ado, are the duds of Jake Gittes.