Noir knits

When Aunt Paula died, I inherited all her crafty magazines to add to my collection of vintage stuff harvested from eBay during a long, too-boring winter a few years back. And that makes a nice pile of stuff to go through periodically, like this past weekend. Here is one of my favourites:

I love how the movies informed styles generally, but especially how this one draws on Noir to pitch the mood. I mean, c'mon people, these are sweaters, and demure ones at that. Can you really make them look edgy and dangerous just with lighting? (and also, is that lady on the right Rene Russo's mother, or what?)

What to wear to your job as Sam Spade's secretary.

Flirting while answering questions (left), or dramatically declining to do so (right).

How much does he know? Will he succumb to my charms, or turn me in?

Mug shots: keeping it classy.

Yes, I know, this post has no pictures of socks or spinning in it. I thought I'd spare you. Also: I did no sock knitting yesterday. Because... I used all my sock time to spin and ply. I know! After all my best-laid diet plans! but I'm saying nothing more about that... today, anyway.