Lethal Dose

I love Jerry Lewis and I’m not ashamed! You know what Labor Day weekend means …

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“Droopy black shrouds–won’t hide those figure flaws! The only thing grim about this Reaper is that ghoulish getup - goth has to go! And the accessories - I wouldn’t be caught dead near these amateurs!”

LOS ANGELES (AP) — Acid-tongued fashion critic Mr. Blackwell regained consciousness in a hospital Thursday as he battled a serious infection, his publicist said.

Richard Blackwell, 85, collapsed at his home and was unconscious when he was brought to the hospital on Tuesday, publicist Harlan Boll said. Blackwell was given antibiotics to treat the unspecified infection.

“He appears to be cognizant of his surrounding and acknowledged his partner, Spencer,” Boll said.

Blackwell was a noted fashion designer in the 1950s and 1960s who dressed the likes of Jane Russell and Dorothy Lamour.

However, he is best-known for his annual list of worst-dressed women. First issued in 1960, it has skewered the style sense of Hollywood celebrities, politicians and other celebs with tongue-in-cheek cruelty.

Victoria “Posh Spice” Beckham topped this year’s list: “In one skinny-mini monstrosity after another, pouty Posh can really wreck-em,” Blackwell snipped.

Singer Amy Winehouse and actress Mary-Kate Olsen were listed second and third.

In this Oct. 19, 2006 file photo, acid-tonged fashion critic Mr. Blackwell, Richard Blackwell, gets a kiss from his declared best dressed dog winner, during an event promoting “Dine With Your Dog Day” at the Hyatt Regency Century Plaza, in Los Angeles. (AP Photo/Damian Dovarganes, file)

Mr B and Tippi and one lethal profile on the left.

and the Golddiggers, too - check out this great site!

See the rest at one of my favorite sites, Vintage Fashion Magazines.

(Back when The East Village was the Lower East Side. The Dom later became a community center and now is gone. Baby Jane H smartly went into the family real estate business as well as collecting art and producing some films. Here’s a nifty little guide to Miami that she penned. Me? I lived on 11th and 2nd and spent regular Wednesday nites at the Dom, but that’s a whole other story.)

I’ve been having some odd Desi Arnaz coincidences. First, a pal sent me pix of Lucie Arnaz and her kids. Then, a coworker was telling me how her Dad met Desi at a party at Jack Warner’s. Now, I’m on vacation in Palm Springs (yes, I was on the corner of Frank Sinatra and Bob Hope Drives, but it’s hard to take a pic while driving, and these people drive like maniacs out here, I’m not joking!) I’m not much of a low-desert gal but it’s the only time of the year that I can afford to go to a super swanky spa. It’s like 8 1/2, well, not really, because there’s no Marcello Mastroianni and certainly no bishops. But I wander around in my robe and slippers in between “treatments” and the occasional venture out to the supermarket, where I chat with older, thin blonde women with more casual diamonds on their hands than I’ll ever have (well, never say never.)

But back to Desi. Desi Arnaz built the first resort in Indian Wells, the Desi Arnaz West Hills Hotel. Indian Wells now has the highest percentage of millionaires in the US. It’s like the capital of Mr. Burnses. Go babalu! I love that Desi called his autobio “A Book.”

I love Ricky!