Certainly, as one contributor to the Newcastle Biba show wrote of the rather overpowering effect of Biba cosmetics in broad daylight: 'We thought we were the bee's knees but the lads thought we were ghouls.' In 1972, after moving to London, I caught up with the new Biba department store in the old Derry & Toms building on Kensington High Street.Looking back it was the most extraordinary place although it turned out to be the tomb of the Biba cult.After the ding-dong of church bells in the North Riding, formal family meals cooked in aluminium saucepans, bracingly cold bedrooms and virginal home-made cotton dresses, Biba life seemed just the ticket.In Sunday newspapers, glimpses of the far-away Biba boutique showed a flickering world of crushed velvet sofas, long-fringed purple lamps, ostrich feathers, huge mirrors, potted palms of the Empire and accomplished languor.Unusually for a department store, it seemed to operate in almost total darkness.To encourage people not to overcrowd the lifts, the 'Hallelujah Chorus' was piped down the central stairs to tempt shoppers to walk up.
Lipstick was deep mulberry or pale lilac worn in the manner of Clara Bow, and all topped off by gallons of that distinctive Biba vanilla-pod pong.
The whole purpose of Biba make-up was to be an innocent vamp.
At the fair end of the range, liquid make-up was based on a chalky pale yellow, fixed with near-white or translucent powder.
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LIKE having predominantly orange Le Creuset cookware in your kitchen, a few Biba originals at the back of the wardrobe is a clear sign of having reached the springtime of your forties.