Showing posts with label Jayne Mansfield. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jayne Mansfield. Show all posts

Friday, August 16, 2013

Wiglets So Powerful......






.....they'll reverse the print on all of your magazines.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Jayne!


"Jayne Mansfield, seated, and Helen Turpin, head hair stylist at 20th Century Fox Studios. On eve of Jayne's wedding, 1958."

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Fall and Decline of Civilized Television

We're primarily interested in the falls. Here, four lovely lasses duke it out for the highest ratings and the highest hair on What's My Line? For your consideration:

Miss Jayne Mansfield



Miss Raquel Welch



Miss Jayne Meadows



Miss Joan Crawford


Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Higher and Higher


So much to savor here: a pill-poppin', hair-hoppin', acid-droppin' Jayne Mansfield, blissfully unaware of where the hell she is - which can be the only reason she's agreed to be photographed next to her arch rival, Mamie Van Doren, reseplendent in the latest in cat fur fashion and the trendy mismatched-wiglet look. Tommy Noonan is doing his best Jackie Gleason impression, while gallantly focusing the attention on his lovely wife, Foopy.

Yes, Foopy.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Jayne Mansfield



We present for your enjoyment our absolute favorite hairhopper look: mid-late period Jayne Mansfield.



Specifically, we're speaking of 1964-1966 Jayne, a period in which she was still clinging to the vestiges of mainstream stardom (touring in stock companies of Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and Bus Stop, and still making appearances on major television programs like What's My Line? and The Tonight Show) while slipping precipitously down the rabbit hole of Primitive Love (1964) and Las Vegas Hillbillys (1966). This yin-and-yang was reflected in her coiffure choices: her favored look of bangs, and a sideswept bouffant fall (sometimes with a variation on the ponytail switch) was more avant-garde than her classic bombshell look of the 1950's and early 1960's; began taking embryonic form around 1962-3; and was not yet quite as tattered as her look from her final year on this mortal coil. Jayne, vintage 1967, is not for the faint-hearted.

Classic JAYNE MANSFIELD, and as close to classy as she got.

Circa 1962: the beginnings of the bouffant glory to come.


JAYNE '67: Tangerine Dream, or Neon Nightmare?

Jayne's 1964-66 look often incorporated bows, one of her favorite hair accessories:


And, for a swank gig at New York's Latin Quarter, simple, classic pearls made an appearance:


I guess that's the mark of a big ol' 'mo: instead of being fascinated by Jayne Mansfield's boobs, we're utterly obsessed with her hair. We live to love it, and her, more each day.