9. Reality Bites, 1994
If you’re a simple gal, like me, than please look no further than the movie-anthem of 20-somethings, Reality Bites.
Slip on a long floral dress, a cardigan and some flats and call yourself Winona Ryder. Or if you’re feeling a little frisky, cut your bangs real short, though on a baby doll dress, some bright tights and Mary Jane platforms and meet some men/women at bars. Either way, be safe, and don’t forget the face candy (sweet, sweet sunglasses).
Finally, we have come to the end of old movies I believe all women should should live by. Just remember that imitation is the highest form of flattery. So please, imitate your faces off.
10. Desperately Seeking Susan, 1985
Hello, Susan. The originator of the “Arm Party.” It’s true that trends come full circle (see: bell bottoms, pompadours, Keds, the 90s), but few are as duh-worthy as the million-layer bracelet. Since the 80s, both men and women have been wrapping their dainty little wrists with leather and sparkle. And why not? It’s more exciting than a long sleeve tshirt, and the perfect armor for an arm burn.
COME ON! How cute does she look? If I wasn’t afraid of my thin lips I would wear bright lipstick everyday. Even home sick.
This is the epitome of what I had hoped New York City would be when I decided to move here in high school. I expected every woman I met to jingle with their big hoop earrings, gold chains and wraparound bracelets. And take a look at those green socks. Sometimes a smack of color is all you really need.
Elena is a writer, reader, and lover of potato chips. Really. She eats them too much.
8. Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead, 1991
This movie has some great 90’s fashion, which, if you haven’t guessed by now, I’m obsessed with. I love high-waisted mom jeans paired with a tight bustier or a cropped top for summer. The working girl outfits are a little too much with all that padding and swirls, but Christina Applegate as a 16 year old girl is tops. And I love the fashion show at the end of the movie no matter how unlikely they are for working uniforms. Tangerine tights and bright pink Converse??? If i could live in a technicolor dream world for the rest of my life I would be okay with that.
Oh. And this picture isn’t from the movie but look how great of a fashion icon Christina was at the time. Those rich colors and gigantic hoop earrings make me want to start shopping at FT Casuals.
Elena is a writer living in Brooklyn. She one day hopes to live in a cabin in the middle of the forest, and travel back to the 90s.
7. Teen Witch, 1989
There is something about 1989 and huge hair that I am obviously obsessed with. Also, Girl Power. Where else can you get a girl rapping, a fairy godmother, an awesome 80s prom and all your inner desires coming true?
I’ve got to admit that I am in love with light denim and poufy skirts. I am also a firm believer in the hour-glass figure: wide shoulder pads, skin tight mid drift, frilly big skirt. How can you go wrong?
I’m not even going to mention the fact that every girl I’ve ever know has had a “witch-phase” (although I just did), but when have you ever seen a teen witch rock so many different colors? Can we also bring back the slouching socks with Keds, please? Please?
Elena is a part of the Social Support team, and also had a “witch-phase” at age 10.
6. Troop Beverly Hills, 1989
My parents never loved me enough to send me to camp or join Girl Scouts, so imagine my envy when Troop Beverly Hills came on the Disney channel one day. Shelley Long makes khaki look like a million bucks. And those classic Scout green scarves compliment her big red hair in a way only my darling Annie Potts could pull off.
And talk about the statement piece! My favorite is when she models the khaki cape and opens it to reveal stunning gold lining. I hope this isn’t what the real Girl Scouts were like, otherwise I may start crying.
Also, the only way I ever want to live in California is just like her: big hat, red heels and a fur jacket, just catching some rays.
Elena is a writer living in Brooklyn. She enjoys painting her nails, and is searching for the perfect Lisa Frank manicure.
By Caroline Duncan
Lo those many years ago, when I first asked myself “Who do I want to be next?!!” I felt like a new age savant. Thank God for those merciful flashes of insight back then. Without them I would have a giant black tattoo that says strength in Chinese across my chest, but even worse, I might have become someone I didn’t want to be. “If you don’t change direction, you might end up where you’re headed.” Thank you, Lao Tzu.
The NEW YEAR panics and electrifies my mortal coil.The older I get, the more I believe that it is not just good for my dreams to be BIG, but crucial for my inner life to snuzzle daily what the logical mind might term, “IMPOSSIBLE.”
I am pretty sure “impossible” really means: something I cannot see how to make happen right now. Of course, that’s my choice to believe that, but I’ll be laughing when I learn how to fly and you are like “Who’s that babe in the neon pink cape and tutu cruising over Gotham…”
I like the big questions. I need them. Finding out your deepest desires, most fatal mistakes, and far-out hopes hopes is my favorite. I’ve found that almost everyone wants to talk about these things, and remember who they meant to be. I like to get in the cavey, magical locked box of your heart and take a tour. That’s where the goodies are, and that’s where the pirate ship from “Goonies” is docked.
I know from acting for many years, and teaching acting, that the way we treat these questions determine how successful we ultimately feel. The extent to which we can hope requires a spiritual athleticism. Asking people to entertain authentic hope feels like asking them to roll around naked on hot coals.
I know that actors, just like “normal” people, are more afraid to show you how they are when they feel really happy or hopeful, more afraid to show “beside themselves with joy” than “disappointed,” or “feeling hurt.”
The funny thing about this is, that when I asked my students to open their hearts and let us see their happiness or hope in a scene, that’s when they would cry. It terrified them. Just making tiny contact with what they wanted was almost more than they could handle. Ironically, if you cannot let your heart show in auditions, you will not book jobs.
This where “Who do you want to be next” comes in.
When I discovered I could assign myself this one overarching question, it changed everything. I understood that the world was not ever “as it is,” but only “as I decide to be in it.” I realized there was no change-fairy who would deliver me from ennui, so I had better fairy myself. Pronto. The worst thing that could happen was that people might think I’m weird. Or earnest. Ask around, they do. However, this one question filled my life with the possibility of collecting feelings, things, attitudes to try on and change ad infinitum according to what is the most fun. My goal was and is to freak myself out and into a more remarkable life.
In regards to my students, I would call this, “Getting Guerilla with your Bliss.” Very literally, it means do whatever it takes to get yourself in the inspired zone, and out of the whoever you are right now that doesn’t feel great. You can and do choose who you want to be next: Poised, funny, open, success-full, happy. Please note, this takes hutzpah. Especially when you are terrified to walk into a room after waiting for 45 minutes with 40 other people who look like another version of you (these dopplegangers are your “type,” in acting jargon), knowing full well 1500 people have been submitted for one role in a commercial where you do not even speak. Once you are in the room, you have 2 minutes to : “Pretend there’s a baby sleeping, look at your baby with love, pick it up, cradle it, put a delicious nonexistent piece of chocolate in your mouth, enjoy it for 10 seconds and think a really great thought out to camera.”
It’s hard. In times like these, I have suggested placing Cheetos in your shoes, before you leave the house, preferably in your socks, as it is very hard to take yourself seriously with snack foods in your shoes. I have suggested writing oneself secret messages on your underwear, as a reminder that your life is your own.
Whatever it takes to startle yourself into the belief that everything is not as it was, and you get to pick.
My evolving penultimatum requires me to collect kisses, friends, cash, and happiness. Maybe jewelry, definitely dinners. I feel sure that when I lie croaking, I shan’t think, “Oh, crap! I wish I had been a vegan, worked more and been more serious. Those kisses, naps and heart-following were such a waste of time…”
The photos along wit this post are some things I love, for their strange beauty. Strange beauty is one of my current guerrilla inspirations, and something that reminds me that “freaking out” may have a very desirable, authentic and interesting outcome.
I encourage you to test the waters, too. If you don’t freak your self out, no one will. As my southern friend says, “Gurl, if you don’t have a come apart, how do you think you’ll put yourself back together?’
Caroline lives in Brooklyn with two tiny dogs.
Hello, faithful followers!
We are so sorry that we haven’t been around for a while. Holidays take a lot out of us over here in Brooklyn, but we’re back from hiatus, so don’t hate us!
Today I continue with the 5th installment of “10 Old Movies Women Should Dress Like.” Please, join us!
5. Married to the Mob, 1988
Now that reality shows like the Jersey Shore and The Real Housewives of New Jersey have brought New Jersey to the mainstream, why not mimic one of the best parts of being an Italian in New Jersey?
Enter Michelle Pfeiffer, still a babe after all these years. When I think of New Jersey, I (try to) think of this movie.
I would give anything to see a woman like this coming into the city for a weekend trip with her lady friends. Hair teased out a good 9 inches, big gold hoop earrings, over-sized sweaters and blouses (WITH shoulder pads), sequins and animal/tribe/polka dot prints (did you see the latest runways?), skin tight dresses, make-up for days.
And that’s it. Perfecto.
Elena is a writer, living in Brooklyn and playing with kittens. She enjoys receiving packages in the mail every day.