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Here at TLA, we love vintage lingerie. Vintage-inspired, authentic vintage, vintage catalogs... taking a past look at women's undergarments is interesting not only from a fashion perspective, but also from a social or cultural one. You can tell a lot about people and the times they lived in based on what they wore, and lingerie is no different. While there aren't as many vintage lingerie videos as there are for, say, "regular" fashion, I thought these 12 were definitely worth a look. They range in time from the 1920s through the 1960s. What do you think of this look back into the fashion past?
1. The Smiling Lieutenant - Jazz Up Your Lingerie (1931)
We'll start things off with a catchy tune courtesy of Ernst Lubitsch's 1931 film, The Smiling Lieutenant. Women in the 1920s and 30s were trading their long underwear and petticoats for scandalous tap pants and chemises. And I adore how saucy Claudette Colbert is in this pre-code Hollywood film. Towards the end, around the 2:00-minute mark, the old-style bloomers and nightgown are tossed aside for more modern intimate apparel. I have to admit, I've been humming the chorus for most of the day. A "silken symphony" indeed.
Now we'll backtrack just a little to 1929. This is a silent movie and starts off with an amazing, amazing robe (click here for more gorgeous 1920s lingerie ). Other highlights for me include the 'petal' tap pants and bandeau bralette (fast forward to about 1:38 to see; the designer She & Reverie makes items reminiscent of this look now). The short film ends with a new invention (for 1929), the camiknickers... a precursor to more contemporary teddies, bodysuits, and rompers.
3. Nautical Naughties - Swimsuit Models, London (1933)
Time for a swim break! The commentary on this video is so incredibly bizarre; it's worth listening to, just very obviously from a different place and time. I actually adore fuller cut swimsuits like this, but I also think the strappy back details are surprisingly modern. A lot of swimwear and lingerie brands today are reincorporating that look into their garments, which shows that trends really do just recycle over time.
4. How to Undress - Mock Instructional Film (1937)
The "peeping tom" framing device for this video is genuinely pretty creepy/weird, but around the 3:00-minute mark, the fashion part starts. What's so strange about this video is that these women are presumably alone yet still expected to undress in an alluring manner, and the connection between being fuller-figured and lacking in "feminine wiles" couldn't get more obvious. As a cultural artifact, this movie is very interesting. And for lingerie lovers, it's a way of seeing how those all those museum undergarments really looked on the female body.
Christian Dior's famous 'New Look' required the sort of structured underpinnings that hadn't been seen since The Edwardian Era. This is my second favorite video from this article. I would totally wear that corset today, though perhaps the extra shoulder and hip padding is a bit much (though it did remind me of 80s fashion!).
6. Fashion Film - Wedding Slips (1940s)
Slips have more or less fallen out of fashion, but they used to be a vital part of every woman's wardrobe. A descendant of the petticoat, slips helped to protect dresses and skirts from sweat. Slips also helped to ensure that clothing 'lay' properly, and didn't accidentally reveal the wearer's body (particularly important in the case of sheer or see-through garments). This collection of wedding day slips shows that bridal lingerie has been a "thing" for a very long time.
7. Dressing for a Night Out (1940s)
This short little film shows what everyday lingerie looked like in the 1940s. Girdles and stockings were customary (pantyhose didn't become popular until the 1960s), and bras were still fairly simple and unstructured (underwires, push-ups, and bullet bras didn't take off until the 1950s). Also, most lingerie was still white or cream in color (and sometimes blush, tea rose, or robin's egg blue). Prints, patterns, and the ultimate in scandal --- black lingerie --- didn't reach widespread availability and acceptance until the 1950s and 60s.
8. British Girdle Fashion Show (1940s)
One of the few vintage lingerie fashion show clips I could find on YouTube, this blurry film is still worth a look. The full nightgown around the :20 mark is my favorite garment.
9. British Girdle Fashion Show II (1940s)
Another quick peek at a vintage fashion show, the relevant parts of this video are only in the first :55 seconds or so. See you if you can spot the differences between the adult and teenage girdles!
10. Bettie Page and Tempest Storm in Teaserama (1955)
Clip #4 was my second favorite video, but this one is my most favorite. I highly recommend blocking out an hour or so of your day and watching the entire Teaserama movie. It's a cultural treasure full of vintage lingerie, vintage burlesque, and some awesome vintage hair and makeup. If you only have time to watch one scene right now though, make it the reverse striptease with both Bettie Page and Tempest Storm, starting around the 6:00-minute mark. It's a classic scene.
11. Frederick's of Hollywood - Retro Active Story of Lingerie (1960's?)
Before Victoria's Secret, Frederick's of Hollywood was the name in lingerie. The founder, Frederick Mellinger, is famous for inventing the push-up bra, and his company became infamous for popularizing both black lingerie and "sexy" lingerie (think cupless bras, open crotch panties, etc.). They were also innovators in lingerie marketing with their expansive and beautifully illustrated mailed catalogs. Fast forward to 1:30 to see their very literal take on the "open bottom" girdle.
12. Nightmare Swimwear featuring Salvador Dali (1965)
It's the last vintage video (but don't go away because there's one more video you'll want to see below)! Originally, I was only going to have 11 videos in this list, but when I ran across this absurdly surreal Salvador Dali swimsuit fashion show, I had to include it. It's only 50 seconds long, but features stunners like eyeball bikinis and swimsuits with attached inflatable baseball players (at least, I think that's what that is).
The very last video isn't vintage at all. It was released just a couple of months ago, but it's so much fun and so obviously vintage-inspired, that it's an honorary #13 on this list. And unlike the other videos in this blog post, you can actually buy some of the lingerie featured in this short film directly from The Loved One. It's the best of both worlds!
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My Sister's Lacy Panties I gave a little cough and slammed the front door shut. The clouds were looming so I was glad to get home from my run before I got drenched. I slid my ear buds off and took a breath. The run was about what I figured but good. There was moment when I passed the nearby woods that I felt rather woozy but I didn't trip or anything. The house looked different, but nice. Mom and Aunt Elaine must've been working on unpacking more things. Mottled brown boxes guarded the couches but I didn't need to step around them anymore. I poured out a cup of orange juice from the fridge and sipped as I made my way up the stairs to my room. My sister Allison paused coming down the hall and looked at me. Her brown eyes had a golden tint from the stray rays through the overhead windows. She looked me over and asked, with a whine, "Where were you?" I took a big sip of my OJ and told her, "Out for a run. I said before I left. Is mom around?" Allison gave me a once over and a weird facial clench as she noted, "I thought you were going out to get some things out of the storage shed. You told me that. And what in the world are you wearing this time, Lacy?" I spat out the bit of juice I'd been drinking, spraying the wall, and earning another look from Allison. "Lacy? My name is Robert." This time, Allison rolled her eyes and tossed off a wave. "More of your pretend. Come on, we need to get ready for dinner with mom's new boss. Wear one of your nice dresses for once." She left me flabbergasted in the hallway. I turned in place a few times before I wiped off the wall and made my way to my bedroom. Inside, I had to pause again as I surveyed how much the room had changed in just the ten minutes I'd been way. Instead of nature vistas and wild animals, there were Transformers and anime images on the walls. I was glad to see my gaming machines were all in place, although the organization was much more precise than I remembered. There were still a lot of plants. But I didn't remember having a pair of white mice before. They scurried around and glanced over at me. My bed sheets were different. I had a modeling table instead of an art one. I felt a rush of nausea over all the changes and coughed into my hand. As I looked around, it felt so strange that the room didn't seem all that weird or changed. It wasn't particularly girly for a girl's room. I knew I should've felt more alarmed but I felt alright. Eventually, my eyes came to rest on a slip of paper placed at the foot of my bed. I opened it up and read, in a rather messy form of my handwriting, "Dear, Brother Self. If you see this then that means it worked. I've been working so hard all my life to change myself, to reach another place where everything feels right. Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a boy. That's who I am when I close my eyes at night. Against all odds, I focused all my effort on reaching out to someone who was a boy and who was willing to accept my invitation to trade. I found you. I could see inside your in dreams and passing feelings. I knew how you run all the time to run away from your feelings. I plan to run with you and, as you move, we will move as one and I will be in your place and you will be in mine. If you look under my bed, in the lavender wooden box, you'll find my diary. The combination is 4-1-6. Everything in there should be enough to get you settled. All my best to the both of us. I know we'll find what we're searching for. Love, Your Sister Self, Lacy." I had to read over the letter a few times before I could set it down. I swallowed and sighed. I felt upset swirling with anger. I had no idea what she meant by acceptance. I'd never wanted to be a girl. Not seriously at least. Still, thinking about the implication of this all sent a shudder through me that felt so relaxing. The sensation was like being carried on a muscle wave after a really good run. After a moment, I nosed around the closet in my new room. I could see normal shirts, slim shirts with short sleeves, tanks, and interesting button tops. I felt flush as I realized all the shirts, even those pushed in the back, looked so very cool. The same went for the pants. In that section hung mostly jeans and then slacks and cutoffs and little bits of fashion I'd seen in my sister's closet from time to time but never had the boldness to examine closer. I smacked myself a little for a sudden squeak I gave when looking over the shoes. It was meager even by sister's assortment of shoes but they were all mine. The bras didn't actually do much for me but I was still so stunned by the ease with which I'd slipped into loving girl's clothing. Before I could ponder the cause, my hand dipped into the underwear drawer. I fingers settled on a buried pair of dark-purple underwear with a silken sheen to them and patterns of lace. I tightened my grip around them and carefully picked them up from the drawer. I knew I'd never seen them before in my life but something, just past my conscious thoughts, told me that this bit of clothing was familiar to me. I'd worn it before. Shaking, I carefully took off my sweat-soaked top and pants. I edged my way towards the mirror by the closet when I'd completely undressed. I still looked as I remembered. My skin was boyishly rough and marred by a large scratch on my knee from when I'd fallen during a recent run. My body looked decent from all the running I'd done but it felt wrong for me, especially at this moment. My chest looked too flat and rigid. My shoulders were too pointy. Chin protruded in a way my sister's didn't. And then, my groin. It was pointing out, probably with all the blood racing around with my throbbing heart. Gingerly, I slipped the pair of underwear in place. They were not comfortable but seemed to fit. I stood in front of the mirror in a pair of panties feeling rather stupid. The possibility did cross my mind that this was all a joke and my sister was about to burst through the door laughing. But I heard no hint of that from the hallway. I did hear a faint sound that reminded me of the air filter in a friend's house. The air around seemed to rush and groan. I felt a spasm of dizziness surge through me and staggered around trying to find my balance. Between my legs, the sensation was an undulation like water rippling back and forth. When it finally eased, I looked down to see that my underwear fit my form without a lump. I cupped the front and then peered under the material with wide-eyed fascination. The form of my groin was clear. Walking on uneasy legs, I slipped on a matching bra from the bottom of another drawer. It took no effort to slip everything in place comfortably. I could already sense the next wave. This time, I watched as my flat chest blurred into a form that flowed along the material of the bra. I was bigger than Allison, which made me feel so very happy. I adjusted the cups for the best fit. My flesh felt warm, pleasant, and reassuring. Nothing felt particularly sensitive but my nipples pointed against the material. I cupped my chest with both hands and rushed over to the drawer. I put together the best outfit that my intuition could manage. I wasn't sure it was the one Allison nudged me about but I sure liked it, especially the shoes. The rest of the changes came one wave after another as my feet trimmed into my shoes and my rough skin smoothed away in all places. My hips looked so full in the silver dress and my shoulders so narrow. They still had a muscular form, which probably meant that Lacy ran like I did. My face looked a little like a chipmunk's with a rounded shape and full cheeks. My voice giggled high and soft and with all the energy I never found in all my runs. I posed in front of the mirror a bit before Allison started bugging me like she always did. A quick look through the door earned her approval on my choice of clothes (and a brief expression of shock). I just smiled back and told her I'd be down in a minute. Breathing in the air around me, I felt where I was supposed to be. No matter what, Lacy had been right about me and I felt so deeply grateful that she and I might both find our true happiness.
Epilogue I woke up with drool. Despite the fact it was Sunday night, I had trouble getting to sleep with a myriad of texts from everyone and a million Internet distractions popping up. Something like my blanket sprawled across my chest and, with the morning heat, left me sweaty. Groggily brushing the drool away, familiarity and alarm soon crossed my thoughts. My cheek was scruffy. My hair was shorter too. …oh… So, that was it. A trial run. Back to my face, back to my body, back to base camp after making progress halfway up. Damn… Dammit… if I had a sinus headache right then, the whole shit show would be complete. God… So many little, nagging uncertainties about what all this meant plagued me, but the overriding sense was to just slide back into sleep. Maybe I could get a dream where things felt like yesterday again, where I could build on the last week. Didn’t I at least earn dreams? Shifting against my pillow, that blanket weight felt far more intimate and connected than it
Alec fingered the shirt in front of him, biting his lip a little as the rough fabric slid between his fingers. It scratched against his palm a little, hard enough to make him shudder at the idea of wearing it.
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