Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1928-Jan 1929)

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oY/ for the Spurr Russell Ball Photos The street coat above of grey satin trimmed with grey fox fur has been very appropriately named "Park A v e n u e." Right, is "Quand Meme," the startling negligee of rose and blue brocade trimmed with grey fox and supported by two suspenders, and "Piping Rock" is the name of the tucked two-piece dress 64 Above is Howard Greer, whose original and exquisite creations shown on these two pages are so gracefully worn by Mary Duncan \ f\ t \\ m* WHERE do the stars get the lovely confections in which they dazzle the eye of the beholder? Where do they find the creations which make us Average Women gasp and say "Oh boy, if I could only look like that!" Let me tell you a bedtime story: There was once a little boy on a lonely, barren Nebraska farm. He was unhappy there. Starved. He wanted to see Broadway. Lights. Color. He drew pictures of beautiful ladies, beginning with their feet and working up. He drew gowns on them. Fanciful, lovely things. The way women should look. Not the way women did look on the backbreaking farmlands. He dreamed dreams of color and fabric, lace and chiffon. His name was Howard Greer. To-day, when the ladies of Hollywood go shopping, they do not go as you and I in our humble, departmental way. Theirs not to jostle in crowded elevators. Theirs not to finger bolts of yard materials, to try on innumerable frocks later to be seen, many times in duplicate, on the backs of every other sub-stenographer and little wife in the land. Ah, no, the ladies of the reel world, the ladies of Pasa