Prairie Home Companion

Linnet and I went out to the movies last night and saw Prairie Home Companion. I had two groups of friends who invited me to see Pirates, but both groups were going to showings that sold out before I could get tickets. I'm sorry to miss the party, but I don't really need to see films on opening weekend.

"Well, that was pretty much the opposite of Pirates," I said, as credits rolled.

Linnet said, "Yeah, there's a lot of older people here."

I laughed and said, "Hanging out with me is always an adventure in flaunting demographic norms." Thankfully she got the joke.

( For more about the movie... )

Jean Paul, you slay me!

Gaultier has always had an interesting relationships with fetish wear. His gowns consistently end up on the Hollywood's Worst Dressed list, in part because there is something about them that is not quite appropriate to express in public. They are a little bit dangerous, and seem to express a private, boudoir, part of the personality we are not really sure we want to see parading around the streets or plastered on the covers of our favorite celebrity magazines.

He has had some really lovely Couture collections these past few seasons, and I always look forward to what he does next. One of my favorite aspects of his clothing is that it always uses fashion as an extension of the body, like tightly fitting hoods that connected to his gowns via the spine, that he did several years ago (Fall 04?) There is something organic about his creations, almost as though it is not certain where the body of the model ends, and his creation begins.

( Gaultier's Couture Fall 2006 )

See for yourself:
http://www.elle.com/collections/8987/jean-paul-gaultier-fall-2006-haute-couture-collection-page2.html

Shoeuphoria

I'm back from shopping. A totally exhausting day. I got a pair of vaguely biblical looking sandals for the wedding:

http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/8323843/c/3079.html

I'm not crazy about the no-slip soles, which are terrible for dancing, but I liked how they sort of made my feet look like cloven hoofs.

And I got the following sandals just because I liked them:

http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/15589196/c/6.html

which make my feet look like feet wearing cool sandals. (All the advantages of strappy, badass sandals, but with a sling back instead of an ankle strap. I love ankle straps, but with leather this heavy and dark colored, they tend to make me look short.)

Both were on sale. I looked at a bunch of other things, and am still thinking about jewelry and lingerie, but at least I won't show up wearing rubber flip flops in turquoise and salmon.

I'm in a very flirty mood these days. I realized, while eyeing all the pedestrians at the mall, that facial hair does for me what breasts must do for those of you interested in women: it bypasses the appropriate age wiring. I automatically assume if he can grow decent facial hair, he must be old enough. This is hilarious really, because when I actually was the appropriate age for most of these boys, facial hair would've disgusted and repelled me.