The First Novel In The Jimmy Mack 1967 Trilogy.Continuing The Story Of Mack, Effy, And Angie. The Three
The first novel in the Jimmy Mack 1967 trilogy. Continuing the story of Mack, Effy, and Angie. The three are smart, sharp, and stylish young Mods in search of a future. Soul music and the all-night dance scenes of Halifax, Bradford, and Manchester’s famed Twisted Wheel club are the backdrops to their lives. Their passion for fashion opens a door in Chelsea’s King’s Road to fledgling careers. London’s Swinging Sixties nightlife will bring them before the full glare of the press. Are their dreams about to come true? Or will Mack and Angie's secret destroy everything?
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ALICE (Dying is simple. It’s coming back when things get interesting)
Chapter 25
I Live The Life I Love – Willie Parker (President PT 171 – 1967)
August – September 1967
The downside of working as a photographic model is that you had to wear what they told you to wear. Some of the Avant-garde fashions I modelled were laughable. These jokey creations were wholly impractical for anything but exotic fashion magazine splurges. Some of the incredible hairstyles they created could only be achieved with hairpieces and wigs. These supposedly futuristic coiffures looked utterly ludicrous. They were totally impractical hairstyles fit only for a fashion shoot. I hated these enormous bouffant styles, and they took ages to create. Learning how to keep them on your head so they looked natural was another matter. Let me state for the record these creations were not of our choosing but the far-out hare-brained imaginings of the stylists and photographers. Pity the poor girl who wondered how she could achieve such a thick, luxuriant mane like the models.
Nor did anyone ever warn us about how to slip into a tight-fitting dress to avoid messing with the hair stylist’s latest crowning confection. We had to perform like contortionists to put on these outfits after our hair and makeup had been done.
The New Breed bad hairstyle awards started as a joke. Stella Lane had appeared in an advert with the most absurdly massive bouffant hairstyle. We began the competition for the silliest hairstyle of the year as a bit of fun. I took the 1968 award, although I reckon it should have gone to Ellen Halloran. Still, the girls all chipped in for a half-dozen bottles of Bollinger as the prize, which got all of us merry later that evening at Hester's. The world of fashion was not only hard work, lucrative but surprisingly enjoyable most of the time.
Working on the Sixth Novel of the Jimmy Mack Sixties saga. 'This Wheel's On Fire' (Jimmy Mack 1968). Steady progress.
