I'm a little obsessed with the 1920s. I don't know if it's the perceived glamour of those high-on-the-hog post-war years, because I'm a writer who should have been born about a century earlier, or my undying love for the literary biopic Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle - but I'm enchanted.
So, 23-skidoo, here's my fave 20s style maven, the lovely and slightly naughty Louise Brooks. That hair! (The quintessential black bob). Those eyes! (Smoldering and kohl-rimmed). Ms. Brooks languished in fabulous flapper fashions, luxurious fur coats, flirty headpieces, luminous strands of pearls and posed for provocative nude photos that scandalized the staid Victorian elders of her era. In one silent film still, only her posterior is visible as she leans forward onto an elegant sofa, her graceful back bare except for the thin, sparkling straps of a fairly scandalous evening gown. It's a lithe, sculpted form that would rival any Pilates-obsessed, gym-rat modern screen diva.
