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Suits were very diverse in color but were, for the first time ever, fitted and very slim. Waistlines for women were left unmarked and hemlines were getting shorter and shorter.
French actress Brigitte Bardot wearing a transparent top and a feather boa , Footwear for women included low-heeled sandals and kitten-heeled pumps, as well as the trendy white go-go boots. Shoes, boots, and handbags were often made of patent leather or vinyl. These were known as "Beatle boots" and were widely copied by young men in Britain. The "space look" he introduced in the spring of included trouser suits, goggles, box-shaped dresses with high skirts, and go-go boots. Go-go boots eventually became a staple of go-go girl fashion in the sixties.
Other influential space age designers include Pierre Cardin and Paco Rabanne. Italian-born Pierre Cardin  was best known for his helmets, short tunics, and goggles. The miniskirt changed fashion forever. The definition of a miniskirt is a skirt with a hemline that is generally between 6 and 7 inches above the knees.
Early references to the miniskirt from the Wyoming newspaper The Billings Gazette, described the miniskirt as a controversial item that was produced in Mexico City. Mary Quant , A British designer, was one of the pioneers of the miniskirt during She named the skirt after her favorite car, the Mini Cooper.
Quant introduced her design in the mids at her London boutique, Bazaar. She has said: " We wanted to increase the availability of fun for everyone. We felt that expensive things were almost immoral and the New Look was totally irrelevant to us. He started to show space-age dresses that hit above the knee in late His designs were more structured and sophisticated than Quant's design. His clothes represented a couture version of the " Youthquake " street style and heralded the arrival of the "moon girl" look.
This was unprecedented before the s. Before World War II , teenagers dressed and acted like their parents. Many settled down and began raising families when they were young, normally right after high school. They were often expected to work and assist their families financially. Therefore, youth culture begins to develop only after World War II, when the advancement of many technologies and stricter child labor laws became mainstream.
Teenagers during this period more time to enjoy their youth. They had a freedom to create their own culture separate from their parents. Teens soon began establishing their own identities and communities, with their own views and ideas, and breaking away from their parents traditions.
The miniskirt and the "little girl" look that accompanied it reflect a revolutionary shift in the way people dress. Instead of younger generations dressing like adults, they became inspired by childlike dress. Women had entered the professional workforce in larger numbers during World War II and many women soon found they craved a career and life outside the home.
Flared trousers and bell bottoms appeared in as an alternative to capri pants , and led the way to the hippie period introduced in the s. Bell bottoms were usually worn with chiffon blouses, polo-necked ribbed sweaters or tops that bared the midriff.
These were made in a variety of materials including heavy denims, silks, and even elasticated fabrics. This style was also popular in the early s.
Velvet mini dresses with lace-collars and matching cuffs, wide tent dresses and culottes pushed aside the geometric shift. False eyelashes were in vogue, as was pale lipstick. Hemlines kept rising, and by they had reached well above mid-thigh. These were known as "micro-minis". This was when the "angel dress" first made its appearance on the fashion scene.
A micro-mini dress with a flared skirt and long, wide trumpet sleeves, it was usually worn with patterned tights, and was often made of crocheted lace, velvet, chiffon or sometimes cotton with a psychedelic print. The cowled-neck "monk dress" was another religion-inspired alternative; the cowl could be pulled up to be worn over the head.
For evening wear, skimpy chiffon baby-doll dresses with spaghetti-straps were popular, as well as the "cocktail dress", which was a close-fitting sheath, usually covered in lace with matching long sleeves.
Famous celebrities associated with marketing the miniskirt included: Twiggy ; model Jean Shrimpton , who attended an event in the Melbourne Cup Carnival in Australia wearing a miniskirt in ; Goldie Hawn , who appeared on Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In with her mini skirt in ; and Jackie Kennedy , who wore a short white pleated Valentino dress when she married Aristotle Onassis in The Single Girl[ edit ] Jean Shrimpton was a model who reflected the ideal of the single girl.
This book acted as a guide for women of any marital status to take control of their own lives financially as well as emotionally. With the high success of this book, a pathway was set for media to also encourage this behavior.
Betty Friedan also wrote The Feminine Mystique the following year, giving insight into the suburban female experience, further igniting women's push for a more independent lifestyle. Fashion photography in the s represented a new feminine ideal for women and young girls: the Single Girl.
The Single Girl represented 'movement'. She was young, single, active, and economically self-sufficient. To represent this new Single Girl feminine ideal, many s photographers photographed models outside—often having them walk or run in fashion shoots.
Models in the s also promoted sports wear, which reflected the modern fascination with speed and the quickening pace of the s urban life. It was true that she dressed conservatively, flattening her breasts, thickening her waist.
Her face attracted more men than she wanted, but aside from covering her hair she could do nothing about her face. John was no longer interested in her face as he concentrated on slicing away the rest of her gown.
He'd seen very few women nude and never one of Elizabeth Chatworth's station -- or her beauty. Elizabeth's spine was so stiff it could have been made of steel and when her clothes fell away and her bare skin felt the warm August sun, she knew that this was more painful than what had heretofore been done to her.
An ugly expletive from John, uttered from deep within him, made her blink. Elizabeth stepped backward and tried to muster her dignity as she glared at John, saw he was practically foaming at the mouth. And have you forgotten my brother's rage? Is your life worth one coupling with any woman?
Without a glance at her, he unrolled it on the ground. Roughly, he pushed her to her stomach, cut the bindings on her wrists, and before Elizabeth could even blink, he tossed the edge of the carpet over her and began rolling her in it. There were no more thoughts. Her only concern was a primitive instinct to continue breathing. It seemed an eternity that she lay still, her head tilted back as she sought the air coming from the top of the carpet roll. When she was at last moved, lifted, she had to struggle to find air, and when she was tossed across the back of the horse, she thought her lungs would collapse.
John's muffled words came through the layers of carpet. Think on that while we ride. He won't be as kind to you as I have been.
And when the horse jolted her, she cursed the Montgomery family, their house, their retainers and she prayed for the innocent Montgomery children who were part of this immoral clan. The tent of Miles Montgomery was a splendid affair: Inside, the walls were lined with pale green silk.
There were several collapsible stools, cushioned with blue and gold brocade, a large table carved with the Montgomery leopards and, against opposite walls, two cots, one abnormally long, both draped with pelts of long-haired red fox. Four men stood around the table, two dressed in the rich uniform of the Montgomery knights. The attention of the other two men was given to one of the retainers. What could Lord Pagnell have that you would want? Sometimes men newly in his service thought that since their master was so young, they could take liberties.
The subdued retainer craned his neck to look up at Sir Guy. Insolently, smirking, John half tossed his bundle to the carpeted ground and with his foot pushed it very hard, sending it, unrolling, toward Miles Montgomery's feet. When at last the carpet stopped, there were four stunned faces as they gaped at what lay before them: She was outrageously curved with large firm breasts, a tiny waist, long, long legs. And her face was something men expected to see only in heaven -- delicate, ethereal, not quite of this world.
Smiling triumphantly, John slipped out of the tent unnoticed. Elizabeth, half dazed from the lack of air, opened her eyes slowly and looked up to see four men standing over her, their swords drawn but aimed toward the ground. Two of the men were obviously retainers and she dismissed them.
The third man was a giant, several inches over six feet, steel gray hair, a sear running diagonally across his entire face.
Although the man was indeed frightening, she somehow sensed he was not the leader of this group. Beside the giant was another man dressed resplendently in deep blue satin. Elizabeth was accustomed to seeing strong, handsome men, but something about this one with his leashed power held in check so easily made her stare.
The other men's eyes were fastened on Elizabeth's body, but this man turned and she looked for the first time into the face of Miles Montgomery, and their eyes locked. He was a handsome man, very very handsome, with dark gray eyes under heavy, arched brows, a thin nose with slightly flaring nostrils and a full sensual mouth.
This man was dangerous to women as well as men. She broke eye contact with him and in seconds she stood, grabbing a pelt from one of the cots near her and a war ax from the top of the table. The giant took a step toward her and she raised the ax, both hands on the handle. The two knights took a step closer toward her and Elizabeth backed away, looking from one to the other. The back of her knees hit the edge of the cot and she could go no farther.
One of the knights smiled at her and she snarled at him in return. The giant of a man gave Elizabeth one last look, then nodded at the two knights and the three of them left the tent.
Elizabeth tightened her grip on the ax, her knuckles already white, as she glared across the space toward Miles Montgomery. I would love to see the blood of a Montgomery spilled upon the earth. After a moment he lifted his sword and Elizabeth drew in her breath, preparing for the battle to come.
Very slowly, he placed his sword on the table and turned away from her, presenting his profile. Again slowly, he removed the jeweled dagger he wore at his side and placed it on the table beside the sword. He turned back to her, his face expressionless, his eyes giving nothing away, and took a step toward her. Elizabeth lifted the heavy ax and held it in readiness. She would fight to the death, for death was preferable to the beating and rape she knew this devil-man planned.
Miles sat down on a stool, several feet in front of her; he did not speak, but only watched her. With one lunge, she leaped forward and swung the ax at his neck.
Effortlessly, he caught the handle in his right hand, easily held it and looked into her eyes as she stood close to him. For a moment she was paralyzed, hypnotized by his eyes. He seemed to be searching her face for something, as if he asked silent questions of her. She jerked the ax away from his grip and nearly fell when she found he released it freely. She caught herself at the edge of the table. May you and all your descendants writhe in the fires of hell forever. Miles still sat there, watching her silently, and Elizabeth could feel her blood beginning to boil.
When she saw her hands starting to shake, she knew she must calm herself. Where was the cool detachment she'd cultivated over the years? If this man could remain calm, so could she.
She listened and if her guess were correct, the sounds she heard outside were the men moving away. Perhaps if she could get past this one man, she could escape and get home to her brother. With her eyes on Miles, she began to walk backward, circling him as she made her way toward the tent flap. Slowly, he turned on the stool and watched her. Outside she heard the whinny of a horse and she prayed that if she could just make it outside she'd be free.
Even though her eyes never left Miles's, she still never saw him move. One moment he was sitting, relaxed, on the stool and the next, just as her hand touched the tent flap, he was beside her, his hand around her wrist.
She brought the ax straight down toward his shoulder but he caught her other wrist and held her. She stood still, imprisoned lightly, painlessly, by his grip, and glared up at him. He was so close she could feel his breath on her forehead.
As he looked down at her, he seemed to be waiting for something and then he looked puzzled. With eyes as hard as the emeralds they resembled, she glared up at him. Or perhaps you like them both at the same time. I am a virgin and I've heard it hurts most the first time. No doubt my added pain will give you much pleasure.
His gray eyes locked into hers so hard that she looked away. She stiffened at his touch, hating his hands on her. She straightened her spine even more and hatred flamed in her eyes. I am Elizabeth Chatworth. After a long moment, he removed his hand from her cheek and, after a backward step, he released her other wrist. Immediately, Elizabeth was through the tent flap and out of the tent and, just as quickly, Miles was beside her, his hand once again encircling her wrist. His eyes traveled downward to her bare legs and up again.
Come inside and I'll send my man to download clothes. The sun was setting and in the twilight he looked even darker. I want nothing from any Montgomery. My brother will -- " She broke off at his look.
He killed my sister. My men will be returning soon and I don't think they should see you dressed like this. Isn't it the custom of men like you to throw female captives to their knights when they've finished with them? Immediately, the giant stepped into the clearing.
After only a cursory glance at Elizabeth, he looked at Miles. Spend what you need.