Word: caftans
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...reek so disagreeably of a sort of Bloomingdale's chic, which has the effect of somehow trivializing the wearer. For years Filipino men have managed to be both elegant and comfortable in the barong tagalog, the embroidered shirt that is a kind of national costume. The caftan might not pass as suitable business attire, and the clergyman's Roman collar can bite the neck. But among the tunics, togas, jerkins, buff coats, cassocks, sweatshirts, turtlenecks and other garments that humans have experimented with down the long centuries, there must be some arrangement that will get a man past...
...Carol Horn, 39, a Coty winner last year, also covers the world-Japan, Rumania, Guatemala, India-but on a budget. A native New Yorker who had no formal fashion training, she uses offbeat fabrics that "people want to touch," and makes inexpensive multipurpose clothes such as a crinkled cotton caftan. "My ideal garment," she says, "is one I can walk around the house in, toss over a bathing suit at the beach, dress up with accessories and wear out at night." Her Habitat ready-to-wear line did $5 million retail in 1975, its first year, and is expected...
...masculine law is still sanctioned by Islam and symbolized by the veil. Although the future preponderance of the veil is dubious, it still prevails as the norm. Most young women in the cities wear Western clothes, but the vast majority in rural areas retain the veil and traditional caftan. In certain instances the veil seems ridiculous, such as on a long bus ride...
Long-distance buses have every modern contraption--airplane seats, music, and even a copious box lunch. The women scuttle onto the bus, swaddled in layers and layers of travelling caftan; only their eyes are visible. In the more conservative southern regions women are supposedly allowed to expose only one eye, though it is often attested that they observe much more with that one eye than other people do with...
...fool you." Well, yes and no. Like Bessie Smith, Hopkins came up in the South, with a mind bent on singing. And like the 1920s blues singer, who was an imposing 200-pounder, Hopkins, 50, is a handsome ample woman. Rustling her voluminous, diaphanous blue caftan, she shimmies across the stage of Manhattan's Ambassador Theater in a rhythmic roll that more than matches her vocal size. Me and Bessie, Hopkins' nearly one-woman musical revue (she is backed up by two dancers), recalls the history of Bessie Smith, from tent singer to Empress of the Blues...