Tag Archives: Let’s All Go to the Movies

Burnin’ For You

I love Burn Notice.  I love Michael Weston, I love Tyler Brennan, I love Tyler Grey because Kenny Johnson is a beautiful specimen of human male.  Right now I’m MAD at Burn Notice because Michael Weston is being a jerk, but that’s besides the point.  

THE POINT IS that Fiona is awesome, and today, I’m dressing like her.  She generally sports very breezy, light, loose little dresses and rompers, and always, always wedge heels.  She is the Patron Saint of Wedge Heels.

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Also pictured: my awesome Fiona-esq Honda Del Sol convertible

This dress was given to me by my friend Amber.  It’s one of my “lazier” summer dresses in that it’s loose and comfortable enough for me to wear while writing.  It’s backless except for the  cowl, so I don’t wear it any time I might have to be on assignment–it’s just a little too sexy for work.

Today I paired it with wedge heels (obviously, duh) a Fiona-esq cuff bracelet and statement necklace, giant Betsey Johnson sunglasses and a hobo purse.

Makeup-wise, I went with a bronze eyeshadow, a little bronze on the cheeks (in honor of her golden Miami tan) and pale pink lipstick.

I was not prepared for the compliments I got.  To me, this is just a dress for chilling, but everyone–all of them older women–piled on the oohs and ahs!  Guess I must be doing SOMETHING right to net those kind of compliments!  

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Professional Pirate

Anyone’s who’s ever had a movie conversation with me knows that I love Cutthroat Island.  So much so that I follow Matthew Modine (William Shaw) on Twitter, only because Geena Davis isn’t on there.  

In the opening scene of the movie, Morgan Adams (Geena Davis) having just finished boning some gross looking soldier, gets dressed to go off and be awesome.  She puts on a vest with no shirt, and it looks amazing on her.  Then she makes a dick joke and goes off into the sunrise/credit sequence.  I swore that when I was an adult, I was going to wear a vest as a shirt, because at 13, my mom wouldn’t let me.

But, like becoming a Broadway actress, I never quite lived up to that dream…until now. 

ImageThe vest is from Bebe, a gift from my office for my 30th birthday. The jeans are American Eagle and it’s the first time I’ve ever rolled jeans, because I have this weird thing about my ankles.  The tank top is scoop-neck to mimic Geena Davis’, umm, treasure chest, and this outfit also allowed me to finally mastered the low-slung belt look.  The secret to dressing like a pirate is to not look like a pirate, because that would just be silly.

For makeup, I went with something I once read about Geena Davis, that her makeup artist uses a lot of browns and pinks on her, so I went with brown eyeliner and pink glitter eyeshadow in a very subtle blush.  

You can’t see it in this picture, but I’m also sporting a skull cuff that I made from a tee-shirt, and bitchin’ skull earring’s Ian’s mother brought me back from Mexico.

This outfit was a good chance to try out styles I’ve been wanting to attempt for awhile.  I’m really surprised at just how many permutations can come out of my closet; I almost forgot I had that belt (it came with a pair of shorts) even though I only have five belts.  One of the biggest things I’m learning throughout this whole year, fashion wise, is that being a clothes horse is not necessarily an asset.  There’s something about having to put together an outfit with only a few basic pieces–it requires your imagination, a new way of looking at the clothes in your closet and forces you to experiment with new looks rather than just running out and buying a new one.  

Let’s All Go to the Movies

“Don’t just admire…study beautifully-gowned women”  Helen Gurley Brown, Sex & The Single Girl.

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I, too, like to relax in my lemon costume

I never leave the house in just any old thing.  For me, fashion is such an art, a way of saying “This is who I am today.”  It’s a trait I share with Olivia, the fictional pig in Oliver Falconer’s children’s books. And much of my fashion inspiration comes from beautiful women (and occasionally, men) in movies.  It’s hard not to feel glam when you’re pretending to be, say, Geena Davis.

My first outfit for this stunt week of dressing in the study and style of others is inspired by the late, very beautiful and very darling Brittany Murphy in Sin City: The Big Fat Kill.  Now, putting aside the fact that I used to refer to one of Catch’s girlfriends as “The Barmaid” (as in “The one who never shuts up,” to which he would, with equal parts affection and irritation, reply “Damn it Gail, not now”) I have always liked Shelly and alwaysImage felt a little sorry for her, even if I liked Gail more.  However, I cannot go out dressed in a series of belts and assorted pieces of fishnet, so Shelly it is.  

The cowgirl shirt my dad bought me for Christmas is my essential white shirt, just barely covering the very tiny shorts underneath.  I am also wearing a Siouxsie and the Banshees tank top (rather than just a bra) and the fedora rounds it out with a little playfulness.  If you get a fedora, ladies, make sure it is a full fedora and not one of those weaslely little short-brimmed ones from Hot Topic that guys wear to announce the world, “I am a date-rapist & Reddit misogynist”

This is a specific variation on a uniform of mine; with dark eyeliner and pale lipstick it has a certain “Up All Night With a Man” vibe to it.  If you can borrow one of his shirts, well, all the better.  And if he won’t let you borrow his shirt, well, then, why are you even with him, what a jerk!

Shelly Outfit