Style Icon: Louise Brooks

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.

Style Icon: Tuesday Weld

I'm not a blonde, and I have no desire to be. But if I were among the fairer complected, I would want to look like Tuesday Weld. I grew up watching "Dobie Gillis" reruns on Nick at Nite, and the comely ways of dream girl Thalia Menninger were much admired by my chubby-10-year-old-in-tightrolled-jeans persona. Of course, Tuesday was a little more risque than Thalia (I mean, check out that bikini)! A romance with Elvis, an academy award nomination - I'll forgive her for being married to Dudley Moore (eew).

Style Icon: Pattie Boyd

Ok, I know I'm definitely not the first girl to be captivated by Pattie Boyd's English dollybird look, but I can't stop raving. Those bangs! That fabulous black eyeliner! I recently finished Pattie's book Wonderful Tonight, a good read but admitedly, rather shoddy writing. Aside from the juicy intrigue (George had an affair with Ringo's wife?!), the real gem of this book is the photo collection; I can't get enough of Pattie's mod minidresses and berets. Check out the knee-high sandals, fresh off the plane from 1967 San Francisco. I recently cut bangs in the style of Pattie's blunt, eye-grazing mane, and rocked the homemade crocheted beret - alas, a pesky cowlick and a decidedly stout, un-mod frame keeps me from too closely imitating the playful style of Ms. Boyd. (Sigh).