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From their celebrity guest edited issues (Pamela Anderson was surpringly quippy and self-aware) to their blind date documentations, Jane was always a good read, and I am still keenly aware of the void in my monthly magazine pile-up. This was one of the the editorials I loved most, from early ’07 I’m approximating, and poring over my back issues I found myself just as inspired as I was the first time around. Valentine Fillol-Cordier and Susan Eldridge (LOVE) in high waists, ’90s-evocative denim jackets, and Lolita sunnies? Yes please. That last picture is just IT for me. Perhaps I need to create a $2000 Gucci skirt fund. And this must have been the my subconscious inspirational origin of my most recent shoe acquisition, I’m thinking.
What is with me having missed so many iconic movies from the ’80s and ’90s? I’ve learned the hard way not tell people that I’ve never watched Sixteen Candles or Top Gun lest they sputter and fume. I usually blame it on a childhood spent in Japan and Hong Kong, but this never seems to impress the sputterers. But it’s okay, such gaping holes in one’s cinematic lexicon are inexcusable. I am slowly rectifying this, and finally got around to watching True Romance with the boyfriend last night after having it inefficiently sit around in it’s Netflix envelope for a week or so. It was relatively gripping from start to finish and just as violent as one would expect a Tarantino film to be. But, more notably, I found myself silently thinking how hipster-relevant Patricia Arquette’s ’90s call-girl-turned-criminal wardrobe was. I didn’t dare share this insight with the boyfriend for fear of having him think me insane, but I can definitely imagine the pink leopard print leggings and grungy Detroit getup on a Finnish street style site or even the pages of Nylon. And I would kill for those obnoxious turquoise sunnies and perfect leopard print coat.
Fashion crushes aside, Christopher Walken is amazing forever, Brad Pitt played (a VERY tiny role of) the stoner quite impressively, and Christian Slater and Patricia Arquette as Clarence and Alabama Worley were extremely young and extremely charming. I oddly enough had the luck to meet Christian Slater at the San Francisco airport in 2000 and had him sign my boarding pass (I was so lame!) while he waited for John Woo to pee. I found him kind, short, and not quite as dashing as I now know his 1993 self was. But, one more movie checked off the endless queue.
While I am a very big proponent of the combination of shorts and tights, I feel that there is a certain level of disdain and eye-rolling involved in the viewers of said look. This is fine and everyone has their own favored style but I just thought this Jane Birkin photo was too adorable not to post. Though her carefree bohemian attitude and ethereal beauty would probably allow her to pull off a neon clown suit with shoulder pads and crocs, I feel her being a purveyor of this type of outfit allllmost puts it in the category of classics. Or perhaps I’ve just gone completely mental.
More modern interpretation. Sort of channeling a hipper, more French Jessica Alba, non?
PS sorry for the dearth of daily outfit posts this week, I’ve been traveling (seeing about the fashion opportunity of a lifetime) and just now am getting settled back in. Hopefully many new pictures to come this weekend!
Edited to add this much-too-appropriate-not-to-post photo of Lou Doillon from GARANCE DORÉ. Pulling off this look must run in the family.
Blurring the line again between cool and ethereal, Erin Wasson stuns with a floaty dress suitable for a wood nymph but presumably by Chanel, grounding it with the ’05 Balenciaga gladiator heels I never got over. I’m even liking the odd (and likely arctic temperature-driven) choice of pairing tights with a long dress and sandals, but I love how nature-derived her tactile accessories look. Total girl crush.