~ 1968 ~
the 60's
the 60's
panache .. élan
.. flair
imitating Jackie
.. Ethel .. Joan
the Kennedy
women
sunglasses - their signature
sleek hair
how could they know
or crystal-ball guess
their worlds would
collapse
collide ...
icons in couture
dressed for mourning
Well said !!!
ReplyDeleteWow, you painted them so well~
ReplyDeleteThey so influenced our style~
Love your photo n' your poem!
:D
yes . . . ouch! Well imaged and swiftly paced. How appropriate!
ReplyDeleteoh. indeed, yes. how sad.
ReplyDeletesad but good!
ReplyDeleteSo sad they would have to wear mourning fashion...great capture of the 60's and the Kennedy women.
ReplyDeleteum, tht is 5 years before i was born...smiles...love the glasses though...you bring a rather sad tinge to fashion with the thoughts of death...rough for that family for sure...
ReplyDeleteLove your photo and the pithy but sad poem. And Brian is such a BABY!!!
ReplyDeleteCan I just say I gasped at your header photo? Gosh, I love it! And your poem is before my time as well, but my mom was young in those days and often talks of them and Jackie Kennedy.
ReplyDeleteWow, you look exactly the same now as you did then. Way to go! Love "haute couture mourning dress". I so remember those days.........sigh. Loved your poem.
ReplyDeleteThe black of the dress
ReplyDeleteheartache to confess
the sigh of the people as well.
Twas an unhappy age,
when the Camelot sage
saw the world was going to H--L.
Distinctly I remember. Je me souviens.
The one thing they never lost was their classic beauty and grace. I love your poem!
ReplyDeleteloved this....well said....
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this glimpse back in time. Actually, I still like this style. It truly is sad what happened to all the Kennedy women though. Who could have guessed back then??
ReplyDeleteI've been thinking about trying for a Lady Gaga look myself. (smiles)Why not!
This is a wonderful tribute. It really does bring perspective.
ReplyDeleteOh, that last line...so much tragedy awaiting. I remember the look, and the Kennedy women, very well. We thought they had it all, and we were wrong.
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Well, you are every bit as elegant!
ReplyDeleteJeepers.....those were the days. Hiding behind the hugest shades.
ReplyDeleteWhat a classic, mystery, haute couture, and tragedy
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Helen
Much💖love
I remember looking in history books and admiring their style. They always looked so put together and stunning.
ReplyDeleteTres glam...great fashion.
ReplyDeleteBehind so many doors of wealth and splendor lies tragedy and unhappiness. Sometimes it's best to be a peon! (BTW, you were then beautiful then, beautiful now!)
ReplyDeletewow your poem is like something from a beauty magazine. great write!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully stylish Helen, reflecting your topic so perfectly and hits home too. Lovely writing...
ReplyDeleteI agree with Bev and find that last line, "couture mourning dress," haunting.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what some "crystal-ball guess[ing]" would tell us about the impact today's fashion will have on tomorrow. I wonder if there will poems written about face mask chic.
ReplyDeleteAnd pillbox hats! Love this.
ReplyDeleteWow! This is brilliant...especially the last line!
ReplyDeleteYes!
ReplyDeleteTimeless elegance, yes ... and so much sorrow.
ReplyDeleteNobody knows what's coming in the next nanosecond. All we have is our present breath.
ReplyDeleteThey displayed grace through it all.
ReplyDeleteNicely captured lesson from the past.. who knows how life will be...
ReplyDeleteClassic beauty and beauty in sorrow....I remember watching them, wondering how they could hold it together while the world watched.
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