Or, the ladies who lunch at Perino’s:
The Beverly Hills Hotel:
And, the Ambassador Hotel:
Hollywood Fashion – 1950
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Or, the ladies who lunch at Perino’s:
The Beverly Hills Hotel:
And, the Ambassador Hotel:
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Like another planet, not to mention another century.
You said it! I do remember when I was very, very, little wearing white cotton gloves and patent leather Mary Jane’s and thinking I was stylin’ – and it was definitely another century.
My grandmother was a lady who lunched. Always looked sharp and could make a gourmet spread even when she had “nothing in the fridge”. Love those dresses.
How did they do it?
“Damn it Perino’s is mine!” Faye Dunnaway “Mommie Dearest”. The closest I ever got to Perino’s was lunch with my Granny at Clifton’s Cafeteria in down town Los Angeles. You could eat your cherry jello with whipped cream perched in a redwood tree!
Clifton’s the mighty funkadelic downtown landmark — is closed until 2013 — while they update their antiquated kitchen. On their return I expect we’ll be eating Jello again in the redwoods. 😉
Oh Lord it is still there? Thank the cafeteria gods!
Brave men; one in picture 2, one in picture 3.
Maybe they were walkers? Gay men who accompanied society women to events…
Mmmm…that almost makes them braver…..everyone would be secretly glancing at them and thinking “Look at HER walker!” In today’s context, if we said that in NZ we would be talking about the walking frame an elderly person uses to help them get about.
I was happily reading the comments, then I got confused (2013 reference), then I realized the comments I was reading had been made in 2012. Now I feel as if I’ve REALLY stepped out of a time machine!