"...you don't have to love me but let's get hight awhile." Is how the rest of that lyric goes, by the
wicked 70s Seattle band Heart. The song, of course, is from the soundtrack of the mythical movie Virgin Suicides. It's called 'Magic Man', and if I was ever a stripper, that would be the score to my dance number. Not that I would be. But hypothetically.
These girls had f***ing awesome style by the way.
This is the first 'prairie revival'-dress I ever bought. It was long, and beautiful, and totally not in fashion. Everyone thought I was bonkers. I justified the purchase by telling people that if I ever got married I would get married in the dress. Not that I ever would. But hypothetically. This, by the way, was in 2002.
I used to call it my 'Virgin Suicides Dress', because that was the closest reference point at the time. It's odd how much we forget about the fashions and attitudes of the past. See, back in 2002, not only were pretty floral dresses not run of the mill, no one even wore dresses. It seemed at the time that anything that wasn't boxer boots, jeans, printed Ts and mohawk cuts, had to be justified by Sofia Coppola. How quickly things can change. Prettiness is all the rage now, to the point where it's getting to be a little sickening.
(I might however still be a little bonkers. Obviously no sane person would post a picture of Kirsten Dunst in the same context as herself.)
As a firm believer in synchronicity, just as I was thinking of this seminal movie, and its creator yesterday I thrifted something at the Dump that I was delighted with: A messenger bag! I've looking for one since I went to Portland where they're quite ubiquitous, due to the bike culture.
I haven't had one in years, about since I was a bike messenger, and I think I was ready to embrace one again. Well there, under a stack of ugly faux-leather bags and canvas suitcases it was; a perfect blue bag, reversible with suede on one side, and no discernable flaws, safe for some torn lining and a wee, mendable hole. Sweet, right?
I got that lovely green 70s cardi too, and headed on to a photoshoot (cringe. more about that later.) and some coffees with friends. But what does all this have to do with Sofia Coppola?
Well imagine my surprise when, upon getting home and cleaning it, I discovered it was made by a certain Sofia Inspired mid 2000s-glory designer.
That's pretty good. Doesn't make me love it anymore though, 'cos I already loved it heaps.
I'm off to my little plot of land, in the garden of Eden. Don't forget about my wee giveaway below. See you soon.
PS. Am I the only one who the first riff reminds of Big Mouth Strikes Again?