Stylestalker - Sharon Tate
by stalker zine
I've always found that I draw more inspiration from the women of the past rather than those in the present day. I think that this is mainly due to the influence of trashy magazines and reality tv - the icon aesthetic has shifted from doe eyed robo-babes with defined haircuts and block coloured dresses and knee high socks to a more "unkempt" appeal.
Think leggy blondes with unkempt locks and pastel pink tips sporting clothes that looked as though they rolled into a drag store for grandmas, ill-fitting and androgynous get-up. You've seen them all. Those nameless faces on tumblr and every other recycled picture blog - all up in their alternative-ness. I think they just look dirty, somewhat unwell and that their mothers never took them shopping. Or at least told them that doing a somersault in Vinnies wouldn't make them an Anna Wintour.
The women of the sixties took a massive amount of pride in their appearance. For some it was all they had - take Edie Sedgwick for example - she was the muse of the "Factory" purely for those "fuck me" eyes and perfectly sculpted jawline.
However, one of my favourite women of inspiration from the era is Sharon Tate. All dishwater blonde and crazy cool, you're mental if you don't simply go gaga for those goo goo eyes.
Whatever you do DO NOT google image that - I wanted to projectile vomit all over my computer screen. And this is a brand new Mac. Don't jeopardize your software for the sake of gore ladies and gents.
Other than that this soft angelic looking uber stunner modelled, married director Roman Polanski and generally just floated around being an icon - as did most of the Hollywood women of the day did. Fluttering about in Roman Polanski's flick as a vivacious red head in "Fearless Vampire Killers" you could really tell how effortless it was for her to be such a style muse.
It was a much bigger deal to be an icon back then.
Snookie wouldn't know what the fuck to do.