One of my very favorite features of Blog Stats is the list of searches that people use to get to your site. Aside from being really creeped out by seeing when people run a search for my name (and seriously, if you’re my high school boyfriend, you could just send an email!!), it leads to three very different reactions:
- Have I really written about “x”? (example: “Wild Hogs legos”)
- I never knew so many people were interested in “x.” (example: Jean Paul Belmondo—for whom I consistently get 8 hits a day. How bummed people must be when they realize it’s a post about Jean Seberg.)
- Wow, “x” is the best idea ever!
Number three rarely happens, but when it does, it’s a doozy. So, today, someone wandered across b.e.a. looking for “Chinatown Faye Dunaway costume wearing.” Really, this is a combination of #1 and #3, but it’s fantastic even as it’s bewildering. Going as Faye Dunaway for Halloween? Awesome. And the possibilities are endless. I hope the person has some friends who will go dressed as Jack Nicholson (after Roman Polanski cuts his nose, of course) and John Huston, with that crazy accent. I would warn the Dunaway dresser, however, that having to repeat the iconic line “she’s my sister! my daughter! my sister!” as she’s getting slapped all night might get a bit tiresome.
I hope this kicks off a “greatest hits of Hollywood” Halloween costume trend. Anything that will supplant the tired old Scream masks.
Due to the absolutely perfect weather in Albany today (after days of wretched heat and humidity), I found myself walking to school. What to wear when it’s 72 degrees? Why a sleeveless shirt and a hoodie, of course. I dug a blue and white striped sleeveless top out of my pile of t-shirts and it occurred to me that I bought it last summer with a very specific vision in mind: “It’s sooo Jean Seberg in Breathless!” Can’t get the mental image? Let me be of assistance. As I take a quick skim through Google images, I find that I’ve actually conflated two of her blouses. This is the first:
And this is the second:
Now all I need is a motor scooter and Jean Paul Belmondo and I’ll be set to run all over Paris looking fabulous. (For the sake of good aesthetics, given the shape of my skull, I’ll pass on Seberg’s haircut.) Is the power of the shirt such that I can honestly confuse Albany with Paris?! Now that’s a powerful fashion image!
All of this makes me wonder: how is it possible that no one has created an entire clothing line based on iconic costumes? Sure, Michael Kors (and everyone else on the planet) has done a version of Hepburn’s LBD from Breakfast at Tiffany’s. That’s only a half-step. I don’t mean some sort of vague homage, wherein a designer picks a single image of Talitha Getty for inspiration. I mean an entire line of nothing but copies of those instantly recognizable instantiations of sartorial brilliance. Examples? So glad you asked! Fall line 2007: all Edith Head for Hitchcock, including Kim Novak’s gray suit from Vertigo, Grace Kelly in Rear Window, Janet Leigh’s driving outfit from Psycho (alright, this last one is a bit creepy). Spring line 2008: gamines and divas. Audrey’s bohemian turn in Funny Face, any of Joan Crawford’s suits with the linebacker shoulder pads, Ann Margaret in Viva Las Vegas, Faye Dunaway in Bonnie and Clyde. Resort 2008: Rita Hayworth in The Lady from Shanghai.
The power of fashion simulacra is nothing to be scoffed at. As much as many of us would like to forget the desperate, slavering desire for a lace glove circa 1986 as a way of accessing a part of the early Madonna aura, that phenomenon moved thousands of units of a truly hideous accessory. Imagine what could be done with chic little outfits instead. Despite recent efforts by Diane von Furstenberg and the CFDA to create legislation enabling the copyright of designs, no such bill yet exists. The field of phashion phantasy is wide open, enterprising young designers.
*original images to be found here and here.
I had meant to reserve this space for professional and serious musings. For the most part, I intend to stick to that. I just can’t resist this question:
Observe the cast iron owl. What do you figure? A fixture of a 1970’s dinner spread–something on which to rest the casserole, OR a trendy new designer accoutrement, something to spice up your Little Black Dress?
For my money, it would obviously be the former. I’m pretty sure that my mother has one of these sitting in the garage somewhere, along with the green glass salad bowls shaped like apples. Having glanced at Rachael Ray’s show yesterday, however, I’m incredulously led to believe that I should guess the latter. If you go here and watch the video, you’ll catch a glimpse of the owl worn as a belt buckle. The irony, of course, is that the show features, “sandwiched” (hah!) between an interview with Gayle King and a demo of Mexican Chili Lasagna is a segment called “Accessories 101.” Perhaps, with a nod to Star Trek, the segment should have been called “The Truth about Trivets”?