I am a huge fan of movies in general, but there is a special place in my heart for the films from the ’30s, ’40s and ’50s. The studio system was in place with actors and actresses under contract, and they were expected to appear in public looking like, well, STARS–well-dressed, well-coiffed, stylish and sophisticated.
Of course, “regular” people tended to dress more formally back then, anyway–I am old enough that I remember my mother going shopping in a dress, heels and a hat and gloves. You don’t see that much anymore, do you?
Sometimes I think we’ve swung the pendulum too far in the other direction. I used to be appalled when I would attend local high school graduations for the paper when I saw how a few of the people were dressed.
It’s one thing if you have to come directly from work in your uniform; it’s another if you show up in a faded T-shirt with mustard stains and baggy shorts. They looked even worse alongside the attendees who did bother to dress up in their finest for a significant occasion in their loved ones’ lives . . . I am not one to stand on ceremony, but a little decorum never hurt.
But I digress (lack of sleep will do that).
Back to the subject at hand, old movies, and a man who has that old-time movie star charisma, Mr. Armitage. The way he carries himself, the way he interacts with fans and media, is a lesson in civilized behavior laced with humor. This gracious, charming, blindingly handsome gentleman, immaculately turned out, seems to exist on a higher plane than other mere mortals; he looks every inch the star that one might have once gushed over in the pages of Photoplay Magazine. Back when stars really were dreamy to behold . . .
Let’s face it, dearest Rich, you are a movie star now. And with the assistance of your new stylist and your own innate allure, you LOOK it, baby.