On dreary February days like this when I'm California dreamin' I ask my L.A. Woman, Amy, why I still live in this frigid pisscan of a city. She recently responded with a bit of gentle torture:
"My sister and I are recharging, after morning shopping and tacos, for our 2 mile stroll through the landscaped paradise of shoulder-to-shoulder Spanish colonials, olive trees, succulents, birds of paradise, oh my!"
Right. And then I crack open Vanity Fair's Hollywood Issue and fixate on this goofy yet alluring image:
Babses Walters and Streisand circa '76 with the latter's ex-hairdresser, Jon Peters, VF's subject and the driving force behind this head-scratcher of a remake:
A Star Is Born (1976). Did you know they wanted Elvis Presley for Kris Kristofferson's role as the addled, has-been rock star? The King may not have filled out KK's white bellbottoms in just the same way, but DUDE, imagine those two divas on screen together. Regardless the movie makes up for its plot gaps and pipe dreams (Streisand as lead singer in a funk-soul girl group called The Oreos??) with style bigger than both stars' hairdos. And now I not only want to live in California, but in a paneled Gothic revival mansion with graffiti on the walls and a boom boom pillow room to boot:
Persian carpet, '40s rattan chair, plaid throw, crochet doily, potted palm, and amplifiers against a hanging tapestry. YES. Here's where it starts hitting the fan (undying love and affection to anyone who can find a full clip of Kris going bats*** in the manse):
Check out the plaster ceiling before Esther (that's the end of her name on the wall) smashes all the liquor bottles! Chicness. And let us not forget the wardrobe:
Chokers and floppy hats need a comeback -- utter the word "Blossom" and you'll get it worse than John Norman Howard in a red Ferrari.
Mexican blanket ponchos, turbans, meander patterns!!! Ageless and evergreen INDEED.