Happy Friday to everyone and happy birthday to my wonderful, adorable mother, I love you so much! Thanks for introducing me to Barefoot in the Park and pretty much every other movie that is worth watching.
I love this movie and Jane Fonda’s character Corrie Bratter had to be my November reel woman because you love her but she simultaneously drives you crazy. Her and her uptight, newlywed husband Paul (Robert Redford) move to this insanely small apartment after they’re married that’s about 10 flights of stairs up from the street, leaks snow in from the roof, has a bedroom the size of a closet, and an eccentric neighbor who tries to flirt with Jane Fonda’s mother. Jane is terrified every fight she and her husband have spells divorce, so she’s constantly trying to make the best of their ridiculous apartment, crying inconsolably about their fights, and ending up realizing that perfect isn’t going to happen but that doesn’t mean imperfect means the end of her marriage, and she and her husband figure out sometimes it’s best to just go barefoot in the park and accept that life is what it is and whoever is in it with you, if they belong, is going to figure it out right along with you.
The holidays are coming up and sometimes it kinda feels like perfect has to happen. As if, if you don’t paint a picture with your life that resembles the inn in White Christmas or the Thanksgiving dinner in Holiday Inn that everything is going to crumble and every tradition ever created has been failed…doesn’t it sometimes feel like that? This season I’m going to try and enjoy though instead of survive. I’m not going to care if certain things do or don’t happen, if everything looks right, feels right, is right. I’m just going to go with it and if I have to, run barefoot in the park to let off a little stress.
There was never anything subtle about Gina Lollobrigida so her modern style translation had to be equally as colorful. In 1955, after her Italian film “The Most Beautiful Woman in the World” came out, the movie title stuck as her nickname and she became one of post World War II’s greatest sex symbols. It’s almost Autumn but summer colors still totally work. Sometimes full, A-line skirts are hard to pull off without looking a little too old. Gina did it because, well, look at her. But paired with some sleek heels and a form-fitting top and full skirts still look super chic.
InCome September, Gina won a Golden Globe for her bombshell performance as the sultry and fiery mistress of Rock Hudson who returns to his Italian villa every September to visit her. Unfortunately for Rock, his butler has turned his house into a hotel and a brood of chaperoned college girls are rooming at his villa. His plans to romance Gina turn sour when the college girls attract their own brood of American boys on a European tour, and Rock Hudson begins to feel responsible for keeping them out of the boys’ clutches and desire “to divide and multiply.” Gina starts to catch on to what Rock is trying to teach the girls and begins to become dissatisfied with her own yearly visits from Rock…come every September. Several fabulous outfits later, a few Bobby Darin original songs, the usual 1960’s romantic-comedy cuteness, and a chase around Italy with Gina in a wedding dress and the couple (of course) gets married.
Another adorable snippet about this film besides Gina’s gorgeous outfits is that Sandra Dee and Bobby Darin first met while filming Come September and shortly after married in real life. It’s the ultimate reel-to-real life romantic comedy satisfaction.
If months have keywords to describe them, August would be “smoldering.” It’s hot. Have you seen Marie Claire’s August issue covergirl? She’s pretty smoldering too. Diane Kruger suddenly popped back into the model-world with this vintage spread. She looks pretty wonderful for 37…I might be prejudice, but I think perhaps it’s her background as a German ballet dancer that keeps her lookin’ so fresh. Black liner smudged into cat eyes, classic 60’s volume hair with a little modern mess added, and a 60’s inspired, lace, mod-dress. I sort of give up doing my “do” in August. I’ve got the mess down but not so much the volume. Blowing out my hair, straightening, curling, and leaving it down to insulate my neck and shoulders in a cascading warm blanket is not reallyyyy what sounds appealing in day after day of triple digits. If I wasn’t a central Cali native though, 60’s stylin’ is what I’d be doing.
Happy Friday everyone! Next weekend is the long Labor Day weekend already…can you believe it? Aside from the 100’s still popping up in my 10-day temperature feed, it is starting to feel just a teensy bit like Fall. The mornings stay dark just a tad later, the evenings cool quicker and when we finally do hit 100, it’s not 9 A.M., but more like 2 in the afternoon. Bring it on cloudy days and chill winds, it’s still August but I’m so ready!
vintage patterns via simplicity | vintage marie claire via marie claire | background image Diane Kruger, Marie Claire, Aug 2013 issue
Ever since schools started heading back to session in August instead of September, it’s kind of killed Augusts’ claim to being a summer month but it’s still freakin’ hot and there’s still plentyyy of time for a Beach Blanket Bingo day…or at least a Beach Blanket Bingo evening. This weekend I’m off to have my own beach party with my two redheads for a last hurrah before I head back to teaching next week. It’s been way, way, way too long since we went on a trip together. Those two can get me laughing like no one else can and we have the best of times doing anything or nothing at all. They’re the friends who, though you may not see all the time, when you do get some sacred time together, it’s as if you begin in the middle of a conversation that has continued since the last time you met/talked. Those type of friend-sisters are a rare bunch and I hold on to my two with a death grip, I love them so.
It’s astonishing how feminine ideals can change in just a few generations. Annette Funicello, mouseketeer turned 1960’s “beach party” film heartthrob, died this year in my hometown. If you’ve ever seen the completely ridiculous but adorable “beach party films” she was famous for, it’s rather a huge culture shock if you’re comparing it to current “beach party” films (Spring Breakers anyone?). Annette’s beach style is so chic: high-waisted shorts, button-downs, over-sized sweaters paired with matching colors of cigarette pants, a glitter and mint dress, and bathing suit after bathing suit cinched at the waist and screaming 1960’s glamour. The girls are, by modern standards, uh, well-endowed? They’ve got hips, and boobs, and…they look good! But if you took those girls out of 1965 and popped them into 2013, audiences probably would be disappointed. They’re no Megan Fox. There’s no six-packs or sleek thighs, but there are fabulous outfits, the cutest songs, and some serious eye-rolling jokes that still make me rather have Annette as my muse any modern day.