Spoiler: the 60s weren't just about hippies and uplifting songs! It was the decade when women took fashion by the horns, shaking up the well-established rules to emancipate themselves. We're not talking about changing lipstick color, but about revolutionizing the face of ready-to-wear.
Imagine, fashion icons like Brigitte Bardot, Catherine Deneuve, Françoise Hardy and Twiggy who become the heroines of a story where the mini-skirt, tights and pantsuit reign supreme. We're not talking about dad lengths, but things that flirt with the knees and mid-thighs, to turn the heads of the whole neighborhood.
The best stylists: Saint Laurent, Courrèges, Mary Quant, Paco Rabanne, and Pierre Cardin arrived like comic book heroes to free women from the clutches of overly stuck clothes. Goodbye high stiletto heels, hello mid-calf ankle boots, of course, snow white.
In this clothing madness, the mini-skirt is the star, but who really invented it? Mary Quant or André Courrèges? We don't know, and we don't care a bit, as long as it was there to make us like it.
The revolution isn't just in the clothes, it's also in the head. Women have thrown stockings and garter belts out of the closet, adopting the sexy practicality of tights. And presto, fashion becomes a mixture of assumed provocation, practice and comfort, following the liberation movement which began with Mademoiselle Chanel and her "boyish" spirit.
When it comes to accessories, we say goodbye to discretion and hello to XXL extravagance. Cardin's glasses become works of art, minimalist jewelry explodes in size and happily pairs with plastic. The shoes ? Square heels and soft mid-calf boots, white of course, the total package!
To summarize: women of the sixties had their own clothing language, with mini cuts, rigid materials that don't move a bit, pop colors that make the retina pop, and XXL plastic accessories. Without forgetting the space glasses, the square-heeled shoes, and the flashy mini-bags, hanging from short handles.
In short, the 60s were the big leap into the unknown, where women dared everything, explored everything, changed everything. So thank you sixties, you made us geometric women, with waist and chest in camouflage mode, but the legs, ah that, they were well revealed!
“Good taste is dead, vulgarity is all that matters”, thank you Mary Quant!