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In I’m With The Band: Confessions Of A Groupie, her juicy memoirs of her days as Hollywood’s premiere groupie, M(is)s(.) Pamela (Miller) Des Barres, a gal after this column’s own heart, rarely neglects to tell the reader what she was wearing while she enjoyed this or that sexual or other activity with this or that late-’60s or early-’70s superstar.
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Great Moments In Spandex
John Mendelssohn
In I’m With The Band: Confessions Of A Groupie, her juicy memoirs of her days as Hollywood’s premiere groupie, M(is)s(.) Pamela (Miller) Des Barres, a gal after this column’s own heart, rarely neglects to tell the reader what she was wearing while she enjoyed this or that sexual or other activity with this or that late-’60s or early-’70s superstar.
As a devoted mother and wife of close to 40, Ms. Pam remains as stylish as they come. To teli this column all about her juicy memoir recently (see this month's Creemedia—Ed.), for instance, she wore brightly colored stretchpants, Frederick’s of Hollywood spiked heel clogs, lipstick of no diffident redness, and a black leather motorcycle jacket-inspired blouson.
The great panache with which she wore the stretch-pants put this column in mind of its favorite date in the history of rock ’n’ roll fashion—that in 1978, on which spandex ceased to be made into swimsuits and dancers’ leotards alone, and began to be made into garments intended to be worn to even the snootiest restaurants.