Musicals Part I

Ladies and gentlemen and everyone else! This week I proudly present to you, my unconventional conventionalists, the many wonderful not-so-hidden fashion treasures of singy-songy, dancy kitsch movies. Sometimes they are referred to as „musicals“. Let‘s cut the blablabla and focus on some examples.

Rent

OK, this is NOT the most fashionconscious of musicals since the producers obviously love 80/90s NY realism. But since I am always looking for a cheap excuse to chat about Rent, I recapped the piece and figured that I really like Collins' coat (me. want to go. thompkins square park. now. also: sunday sundae)

And let‘s not forget about Angel, pookies.

3 points for men in long tailored coats

5 points for dragqueeniness

2 points for the East Village

Glee

Just watch it, fellow weirdos! Not only does the entire club sometimes dress in matching outfits, there is also a blogworthy sense of character dress.

The neurotic teacher with - quote cheerleading coach - „eyes like a starving bush baby“ reminds me of Winona in Mermaids.

Kurt (what should I say?)

And of course Rachel! Our star in a flashy skirt combined with yellow socks and too much self confidence.

1 point for outfits I could never wear

3 points for stage uniforms (not only for the maintreamers but also for the biggies and even for the future MIT student in wheelchair)

10 extra points for Kurt

Romeo and Juliet

Does this count as a musical? At least, there's a wealth of interesting accessory choices to be found in this scene: Angel wings, Cleopatra mum, Leo knight, etc....(oh wow. I already forgot how beautiful it is. This was kind of a make out movie when I was young. I wonder what the kids watch nowadays. Twilight? Harry Potter? YouPorn?).

9 points for being 100 times better than Moulin Rouge

Hairspray

Ohhh, where should I begin? I‘ll just let the pics speak for themselves....

Holy shit. debbie harry finally has a new hairdo?

I have to do more sportsm I know.

15 points for being unconditionally fat, proud and obscene, also known as "my favourite trinity of adjectives".

8 Femmes

Wonderful before-after scene with legendary Isabelle Huppert. All in all: solid French gear.

5 points for old-fashioned murder movie appeal ala sexy Miss Marple

1 point for leopard print

1 point for having a conniving maid character (there more to come in "Musicals Part II" !)

Funny Face

This is probably the best match for this topic: semi-ridic fashion + over the top dancing and singing = Funny Face. Audrey Hepburn stars as Monika Lewinsky who falls for a creepy old photographer played by Fred Astaire (whose appeal I personally never understood. I was born after 1900 though). She subsequently marries the ghoul in Paris (what a surprise!). Also, from a 21st century perspective the lyrics to this song have a quite interesting twist.

Givenchy by the way...

Black turtleneck, ballerinas and new age performance dance, how....progressive?

9 points for unintended funnyness

2 points for intended funnyness

To be continued...

What I learned from...

How are you, worldwide and not so worldwide pookies? Turns out that I came back AGAIN, this time from less time-intensive business travels, which only served the humble purpose of feeding you, lovely pookybears, with valuable pop-cultural wisdom.

But first, some highly demanded additions to my post on 80s cruelty. Apparently I forgot to mention some influential categories and/or artists, but since my attention span is around five seconds (thank you, American TV!), what did I want to say? Ah, yes, I will just list them, because 80s are boring now, the 90s are coming back like Kurt Cobain in Guitar Hero 5:

sad/ gay

Unfortunately I couldn't find a picture in which they appear unhappier.

Cyndi Lauper

Girls just wanna have multilayered dresses and anklewatches.

Queen

kachinga!

Kraftwerk

I always wanted to have a robot that looked like me. I also want to marry Rupert Everett, but that's a different story...

So, now let's get down to business. In a new recurring column called "What I learned from ...", I will explore - no na net - what I learned from certain experiences, persons, travels, etc. Let's cut to the chase!

What I learned from ... Graz

1) I am not the only person in the world who is was in love with Davey from Roseanne. Great anti-style, plaid shirts, "no future" - attitude, and most importantly: interested in nerdy girls with uncontrollable hair (*cough*)

2) If you tend to be white by nature, if you go to the solarium quite often and bleach your hair, you shall from now on be called choco-vanilla-combi (I was too embarrassed to put any pics here regarding this topic).

3) Drinking wine when the sun is still high up in the sky is socially acceptable if the wine is Styrian.

4) Wearing Docs will never be entirely uncool (thanks to Davey and Darlene)

That's what I do every morning to get started.

5) An animal's fur pattern - and therefore its name - can be easily deduced from fashionlingo. Example: "This animal bares resemblance to my mom's leopard print bathing suit. Answer: Leopard!" OR "This animal looks like the one on your new Puma shoes. Answer: Puma."

(Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but I have to put more Snuggie pics in. It would be an abomination to miss the opportunity)

...snuggie-supportgroup...

...snuggie-sexuals...

snuggie-pedophilia parental love

Have a great week everyone! And wear sunscreen!

Comeback of everything and everyone

tatarataaaa!!! ok, so i finally came back from my one year business trip which served the humble purpose of conducting research in the following fields: american fashion, simultaneous mass pms-ing, boston kreme donut over-ingestion.

in this post i will concentrate on american "fashion", which is a straight out lie because it doesn't exist and writing about it would be like writing about something that doesn't exist for god's sake. i can't think of anything that doesn't exist. is this a trick question, mind? are you kidding me again? like yesterday when i thought i could grow up to become a butterfly made out of rainbows?

actually i will talk about la roux, which is a lie too, bc. seriously actually actually actually i will rant about the fash catastrophe that is the decade between 1980 and 1990:

my partly ironic obsession with the 80s began when i was a young agile female of 16 springtimes. as a result of my self-prescribed pathetic lifestyle (i.e. "smiling is for losers", "i do not need to wash my hair, there are children in africa dying") i moved to the dark side like mischa barton and started listening to 80s popsongs composed of three main characteristics:

sad beautiful

sad strange

sad suicidal

in retrospect i have to admit that the (non-)styling of certain lead singers did at some point contribute to my fanatism (understatement radar goes wawawawa!!!!)

robert



siouxsie



ian




moz

after i saw R.S. at a life concert literally rolling on stage like a minimuff, i got disenchanted (and felt really really fremd-sad), forgot about all these black and white shots, discarded my semi-rebellious NATO jacket and moved forward to experience the dumb joy of colourful 80s music arranged around these three traits:

fun dancy

(it always kept me wondering: where did the water drain off? was there a special plumbing arrangement constructed especially for the stage? these are not the only questions i have about this flick)

(just because)


(zoom in, woman!)

fun gay


you were always on my mind...thanks to these hats


have faith, george. and tell the heeled devil to fuck off!



ooops...wrong decade

fun synthy


kawaiiiii!!!!

knowing my backstory, no wonder that my weak popsoul got shaked by this. the hair? the neon lamps? the make up? the coats? the attempted modernism? the lyrics (so damn true...)? is it too early to crown her as an androgynous molly ringwald of the 00s?

madmad, get ready to rumble. this time, i'll be bulletproof.