Sorry to keep chugging along on the Nineties nostalgia train, but my current fixation is Baz Luhrmann's Bill Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet, set in contemporary Verona Beach (which in 9th grade I thought was Miami but now looks more like Venice Beach):
Like Marie Antoinette its trailer wholly surpasses the actual movie, but the lush masquerade scene is making me rethink aquariums as a decorating device. I'm also really digging lowriders, cholo culture, and Catholic altar imagery. I'll just keep synthesizing until this all counts as a moment. Witness once-lanky Leo in a garden of crosses
And reconsider Anna Wintour's first Vogue cover:
Chic again! But the real cost of looking good is fewer hours in the VIP room with those "Pretty Wild" monsters. Now if I asked nicely do you think these guys
Would take me on an Escapade?
(Note to Gaga: this is how it's done.) Wig caps as face-lifting do rags?
I'm down. After all Madeleine Castaing held her chin up with a rubber band:
Finally I see Claire Danes on her deathbed and think two things:
1. A merciful end to that hideous melting face she makes when crying and 2. Tony Duquette sure did design some gorgeous jewelry back in the day!
I'll stop myself here. Parting is such sweet sorrow, but nothing compared to what my neighbors endure when I belt out this life-affirming little ditty at the top of my lungs all afternoon.