Monday, April 22, 2019

Vintage 50s Popular Ladies Hair Design -- Janet Elizabeth Lynn


Introducing the Creators of the Skylark Drake Mystery Series
Janet Elizabeth Lynn and Will Zeilinger
Published authors Will Zeilinger and Janet Elizabeth Lynn wrote individually until they got together and created the Skylar Drake Mystery Series. These hard-boiled tales are based in the old Hollywood of 1956-57.  Janet has published seven mystery novels and Will has three plus a couple of short stories. Their world travels have sparked several ideas for murder and crime stories. This creative couple is married and live in Southern California.


About Their New Release As Told by Janet
The next Skylar Drake Mystery, GAME TOWN,  the fifth and final book in the series, was just released  and yes...we are still married!
My husband, Will Zeilinger and I co-write the Skylar Drake Murder Mysteries, a hardboiled  Detective series that takes the reader to 1950s Los Angeles and other areas of the west. Our new book, GAME TOWN, is set in Hollywood and exposes a scandal that rocks the toy companies in Los Angeles.

While doing in-depth research into 1950s Hollywood, we came across popular hair styles and hats. And since we have to dress our characters, I paid attention!
Janet shares fun research about the 50s, some of which I confess to remember, because I'm that old!  Morgan Mandel 
Hats --   Hats were essential for all but the most casual occasions in the early 1950s. By the mid-’50s, however, hats became worn less often – the formality of having a hat, gloves and bag was tailing off. Plus, hairstyles were starting to get bigger.  So hats became smaller, fairly simply in design and compact. Decorations were used, like feathers or a veil. Some were even worn on the side of the head, i.e., small berets
 Popular hats include the lampshade or flowerpot hat, small-brimmed cartwheels, French berets (especially liked by Beatnik college students), and the pillbox.




Head bands  -- Headbands were made of plastic, metal and material. They could be plain or decorated with like flowers, or jewels and sometimes fur.
        Headbands helped when growing out shorter hairstyles like the Italian cut. A headband was placed over the front hair, pulling it smooth, and the back hair would be fluffed out.
  Hair Accessories --  Combs and barrettes became extremely popular and necessary to control the hair and keep it in place. Some were decorated and came in many colors.
False Hair  --  Hair pieces were used to add detail like a chignon( bun) or plait (braid). They were also used to add length or volume as fashions changed quicker than hair could grow.  Some were used to turn short hair into an Updo for the evening.
They were made from real hair, the pieces came in all colors so they could be matched to the wearer’s hair color. Some pieces came ready curled and styled – they simply needed pinning onto the head and blending in with natural hair.
Wigs were reportedly all made by hand from human hair in the early 1950s. Synthetic hair wigs and pieces were available in the late 50's and 60's. Hair pieces could be used to embellish shorter hair
 GAME TOWN is the 5th & final book in the series and yes, we are still married!
Website:  Janet  Elizabeth Lynn     www.janetlynnauthor.com
Website:  Will Zeilinger                  www.willzeilingerauthor.com

About GAME TOWN
Skylar Drake and his partner are hired as bodyguards for two young starlets. They deliver the actresses home after the Oscar Awards ceremony, but stumble onto the murder of Silver Brovor-Smith, the mother of one of their charges, actress Holly Becker.  Drake wonders why the FBI is on the scene when it looks like a simple case of murder.

Drake is now embroiled in the murder investigation of Silver Brovor-Smith. Suspicion shifts between her husband Peter Smith, and Silver’s three older brothers.

At every turn Drake and Dolan are lied to or misled. Kidnapping and mysterious deaths follow them as they weave their way through the maze of Hollywood’s movie and TV backroom deals. The FBI shows up to make sure Drake and Dolan keep the high-profile people involved from becoming front page news.

Drake meets and falls in love with Miss Anne the perfect woman to help him move on with his life. But is she a suspect? Then there is Holly’s friend, the sexy, young starlet Theresa Lee who has her own plans for him.
The letters P-E-G-O seem to appear everywhere, and Drake wonders if they have anything to do with Silver’s murder or her husband’s kidnapping
Follow the detective to Hollywood parties where the forbidden is accepted and the games played are for keeps. 

Check out GAME TOWN in Paper Back or Kindle on Amazon, by Clicking Here.

Read On for a First Chapter Excerpt from GAME TOWN

     Two o'clock in the morning. I'd just left the Emmy Awards ceremony at the NBC Television Studio in Burbank. All of Hollywood and its finest had shown up tonight to honor the best of television for 1956. The winners and losers were either at a party celebrating or hiding somewhere licking their wounds. I'd just left the event driving south on Cahuenga toward Hancock Park. My partner, Casey Dolan was in the passenger seat. It was pouring rain when we left Burbank. It seemed to be lessening as we headed away from the valley.
     We'd been hired by Epic Studios to escort a couple of their up and coming starlets to and from the event. In truth, we were their bodyguards. The motion picture and TV studios weren't taking chances with their human investments.
     The two young ladies in the back seat were passed out cold. I suspected they'd had a little too much Champagne before and during the ceremony.
     I drove through the Wilshire Boulevard entry gate and onto Fremont Place, one of the most exclusive and expensive neighborhoods in Los Angeles. Ahead we spotted a lot of activity on the street. Dolan sat up and stared at the mess ahead, “What the Hell?”
     Several police cruisers and what looked like government cars were lined up in front of a house with their spotlights trained on it. As we got closer, I saw the address. 859 in brass letter, wattached to the beam above the front door – the address where I was to deliver the girls.
     Dolan rolled down his window to get a better look. He pulled his head back inside and said, “You sure this is the right house?”
     I parked at the opposite corner. Dolan said, “I'll stay here and keep watch on the girls.”
     I sprinted up the wet sidewalk and ducked under the yellow police tape. A uniformed cop approached me and held up his hand like a traffic cop. “Sorry, sir. This is a police investigation. You’ll have to step back.”
     I showed him my PI license and explained that I was a bodyguard for the two young ladies in my car and that I was to deliver them to this address.
     He took a look at my credentials and shook his head, “Sorry sir...”
I heard a familiar voice.
      “Drake, over here!” I almost didn't recognize FBI special agent Olivia Jahns. She looked like she'd just stepped off the red carpet, poured into a slinky black evening gown. She held up one side of her long gown and made her way over to me.
     “That's all right officer.” She said, “I'll take it from here.” He turned away while I followed Jahns into the mansion.
     “Olivia...er, Agent Jahns. What's this all about?”
     She glanced back at me and said, “You'll see. Just follow me.”
     I stopped. “I meant the dress, the hair and...”
     She too stopped and took a breath. “Come on Drake. You're wearing a tuxedo. I can have fun too.” She continued to the front door. “Right now, we have a problem.”
     Inside, the body of a woman in a pure white coat with a white fur collar was sprawled on the hardwood floor at the foot of a marble staircase. Her light blonde hair and fur coat were soaked with blood. The handle of a knife protruded from her waist. I bent down for a closer look. The blood in her hair was plastered to her face. Her mouth and hands were clenched. I detected a strong odor by the body. It wasn't cherry, but it was sweet.
     “Who is...?”
     “The victim's name is Silver Brovor-Smith.” Jahns interrupted me as most FBI agents do. “She's the mother of Holly Becker, one of the young ladies in your charge.”
     Brovor?...Brovor. Why did that name sound familiar? It dawned on me, "The Toy company Brovor?" I could visualize the logo – a big red circle with black and white letters.
     “Yep.” Jahns nodded. “You got it.”
     My mind raced. I remembered a lawsuit from years ago between family members after their father passed away. The papers had a field day with the scandal. I stood and asked Jahns, “You sure about Holly's lineage?”
     “Yup, no doubt, Brovor. Since you're in charge of her, I'll leave it up to you to break the news to the soon-to-be grieving daughter.”
     We looked out the front door. The press had already gathered on the front lawn. Radio and Television remote trucks had set up their lights and equipment while the newspaper photographer's flashbulbs blinded us. The reporters didn't help the chaos as the street in front of the house was already jammed with the Coroner's truck, loads of police cars and an ambulance. It seemed dark on the street. I looked up and saw that the street light was out. Strange that would happen on Fremont Place.
     Jahns looked at me. “Why are you still here Drake?”
     I headed for the door. It was late, and my brain had stopped working hours ago.
The two starlets came running past me, “No!” Holly yelled when she saw her mother's body on the floor.
     Theresa, the other young lady, shouted, “Oh my God. Oh my God!” She struggled to join her friend Holly, but Dolan had his hands full, holding her back from the scene.
     “What are you doing here?” I yelled over the two young women's screams. “You were supposed to keep them in the car.”
     “Hey!” Dolan said, “There are two of them and only one of me.”
     I took Holly by the shoulders and turned her away from the bloody scene. I hoped to say something comforting to her when she looked toward the stairway.
     “What did you do to her?” Holly shouted at an older man wearing a white tuxedo coming down the stairs. Holly broke away from me and ran toward him. She began kicking and punching him, screaming, “What did you do to her!”
     Several officers pulled her away, but she continued kicking and flailing, “You killed her!” 

Check out GAME TOWN in Paper Back or Kindle on Amazon, by Clicking Here.

Website:  Janet  Elizabeth Lynn     www.janetlynnauthor.com
Website:  Will Zeilinger                  www.willzeilingerauthor.com


2 comments:

Morgan Mandel said...

Janet,
Thanks for visiting Make Mine Mystery. Your blog takes us on a fascinating journey back to the 50s and the ladies' hats popular then. Nowadays, we don't see very many hats around.
Good luck with your new release which also sounds fascinating!

Morgan

Marja said...

Like Morgan, I recall the hairstyles and hats. Of course, I was a mere child at that time. LOL You're proof that research can be fun, and your series sound enticing. Thank you for sharing!