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Archival Playground

May 13th, 2013
Thanks to Elizabeth Peterson and Dave Baker for making Adventure Playgrounds (1965) available via the UO Channel.  This 16mm short film demonstrates the concept of the adventure playground, a place where children construct play spaces out of raw building materials (“no swings or seesaws, only things created by the hands of the children from waste materials on the site”). Like many educational films of the era,  Adventure Playground escalates the success of the program.  Suddenly, the children’s “building, burrowing and digging” morphs into a bicycle shop, a literary journal and a canteen where tea is served.  What I love most about the film is the fact that all the children look like they were garbed by Old Town Clothing.  The derelict bombsite becomes a playground for boys in belted shorts, sturdy corduroy jackets, summerweight cardigans, cotton poplin shirts and durable lace up oxfords. 


Shopping from the past – Rugby Kit

November 8th, 2012
 1920s – Femina Sports

  1925 – Unknown team
Femina Hirondelles à Chateauroux – 1925
  1920s – André Theuriet (SCUF) + captains 
 Football féminin (Le Petit Journal Illustré 18 novembre 1923)
From the Frederick Humbert Rugby Pioneers archives, I present evidence that the best dressed sport of the 20th century was women’s rugby.  I propose that we shop from these French photographs for a new kind of universal, unisex sports ensemble.  My Archival sports uniform would combine all the sartorial features of  the 1920s era rugby kit: bold stripes, spread collars, wool cardigans, belted shorts, high socks, head scarves and  lace up boots.  I don’t play team sports but I’d gladly pose for a group photo, or arrogant victory snap, sporting such fetching garb. 

Archival Equines

February 22nd, 2011

Out of the Past: A Dover Pictorgraphic Gent

October 19th, 2007

Last week, I met a fellow who appeared to have stepped directly out of the pages of the Dover Pictorial Archive of Men. This living lithograph–code name DJ–was in town to deliver a lecture on the scanning efforts of an enviable archive in a foreign land. Friend RG took a series of photographs of DJ’s tour of our own archive. Both in photographs and in person, DG struck wonderfully stylized line drawing type poses (perfect for tracing or for use in clip art illustrations). In costume, DG sported a Euro spin on Henry Fonda playing young Mr. Lincoln (the spin being his cravat).

Out of the Past

October 12th, 2006

From Irving Berlin’s lovely lyric, You Keep Coming Back Like a Song:

From out of the past where forgotten things belong
You keep coming back like a song

You keep coming back like a song
A song that keeps saying, remember

It’s too late for me to grow up in the nineteen forties–the historical site of all my celebrity obsessions, favorite fabrics, film score composers and vocal artists.

If People or In-Style magazine featured splashy profiles, breathless rumour-central reports or even grainy paparazzi snaps of Fred Astaire, Ida Lupino, Robert Mitchum, Richard Widmark, Bette Davis or Judy Garland, I’d sign up for a two year subscription.

I’m well into a decade I cannot name but I console myself with my netflix queue and by attending concerts featuring living singers who seem to be channeling stage personas and vocal stylings from the past.

In the past four years I’ve hustled to see performances by the following singers: Barbara Cook, Betty Buckley, Wesla Whitfield, Sylvia McNair, Maude Maggart, Tony Bennett, Audra McDonald, Shirley Horn, Luciano Souza, Patty Lupone and Andrea Marcovicci (from whom I received my first ever celebrity autograph).

Alas, I missed a few cruial talents before they departed to the place where they make you go to bed at eleven: Rosemary Clooney, Bobby Short, Ella Fitzgerald and Susannah McCorkle (I can at least say that I read their obituaries in current editions of the New York Times).

On my current to-see before they perish list: Blossom Dearie, Bernadette Peters, Elaine Stritch, Charles Aznavour and of course, Liza Minnelli.