So, I decided to really dive into Farrah Fawcett’s 70s fashion thing. Not just scroll past a few pics, but actually try to figure out what the big deal was, and still is. It started pretty casually, I saw an old rerun or something, and down the rabbit hole I went.
My Deep Dive into the Farrah Vibe
First thing I did was just immerse myself. I pulled up tons of images online – promotional shots for Charlie’s Angels, candid snaps, magazine covers. It was like a digital treasure hunt. I wanted to see what she actually wore, day-to-day, or at least what they wanted us to think she wore.
And you know what I found? It wasn’t just one specific outfit. It was a whole mood. Here’s what kept popping up:
- The Hair: Okay, you can’t ignore the hair. That feathered, voluminous look. I spent a good hour just watching videos of how it was done. Did I try it? No way. My hair would just laugh and fall flat. But I appreciated the artistry.
- Flared Jeans: Seriously, they were everywhere. High-waisted, often denim, sometimes corduroy. I actually have a pair of old flares somewhere. I dug them out. They kind of worked, but I definitely didn’t have the Farrah swagger to pull them off the same way.
- Simple Tops: This was a big one. Lots of t-shirts – sometimes tight, sometimes a bit more relaxed, often plain or with a simple graphic. And those classic button-down shirts, often tied at the waist or worn open over a camisole. I tried the tied-shirt thing. Not bad, actually. Felt very 70s.
- Sporty Spice: Before the Spice Girls, there was Farrah making athletic wear look chic. Think ringer tees, those tiny running shorts, striped tube socks pulled high, often with roller skates or sneakers. She made casual look incredibly cool. I wouldn’t dare wear those shorts today, but I get the appeal.
- Jumpsuits: Oh yeah, the jumpsuits. From casual, almost workwear-style ones to more glamorous evening numbers. They just screamed confidence. I don’t own a single jumpsuit. Maybe this is a sign.
Trying to Make it Make Sense
So, after looking at all this, I tried to piece together why it worked. It wasn’t just the clothes themselves. I mean, a t-shirt and jeans? Pretty basic. But on her, it was different.
I realized a lot of it was her attitude. That big smile, the athletic build, the sheer unbothered confidence. She looked like she just threw things on and it worked. Effortless. That’s the word.
I even went through my own closet. Could I replicate any of it? I pulled out some high-waisted jeans, a couple of simple tees. I put them on. Looked in the mirror. And yeah, I was just a person in jeans and a t-shirt. No Farrah magic happened. Kind of a letdown, but also, what did I expect?
What I Took Away
My little experiment wasn’t about becoming Farrah, obviously. It was more about understanding that iconic style. And what I got was that it was a mix of a few key pieces, a very specific silhouette (hello, flares!), and a whole lot of personality.
I spent a few evenings just soaking it all in. It was fun, actually. Like being a fashion detective. I didn’t end up revolutionizing my wardrobe, but I did gain a new appreciation for how someone can define an era with their look. It’s not just about the garments; it’s the person in them. And Farrah? She just had it.
So yeah, that was my little journey. No major style transformation on my end, but definitely a cool trip down fashion memory lane. Makes you think about what styles today will be looked back on like that, you know?
