Hey, have you seen that Star Trek movie yet? You should probably go see that Star Trek movie. It’s pretty excellent. Wear sunglasses. I was warned about the gratuitous use of lens flare, but, Jesus, nothing could have prepared me for how shiny that Starship Enterprise was. Also Youthful Spock is So Totally Hot, but in a way that worries me because he looks kind of exactly like what you’d get if you crossed my one ex-boyfriend with my other ex-boyfriend and gave the result a bowl cut. Troubling, that.
Another thing I want to let you know about: maxi dresses. They are in this season, apparently. I heartily disapprove. There is just so much fabric. And it’s usually unforgivingly jersey knit. Nobody looks good in one of those. (Unless you are six feet tall and a waif, or maybe if you are, say Iman, or something. But even Iman can only really gets away with it because she is married to David Bowie.) Also, let us pause and remember the last time maxi dresses were in style. You know, THE SEVENTIES. An era that is an affront to the aesthetic sensibilities of all smart-minded individuals.
So, I had actually bought a maxi dress a few weeks ago, at my favorite vintage store. I bought it because it was purple and had really cool pleating around the waistline, and I was really distressed at its floor-length-ness, but I bought it anyhow, because of the purple. And today I got out my fabric shears and chopped two feet off the bottom of it and hemmed it up and now it is Super Cute Length instead of Why Commemorate the Seventies? Length and I was so gleeful as I snipped away, thinking of how stupid everyone will look this summer, tripping over their hemlines, while I will be totally cute and better than everybody else THE END.
Expect a forthcoming post about Friday afternoon’s Nautical-themed tour of Koreatown. I was going to write about it here, but the impenetrability of Cafe Jack deserves a blog post all its own.