Growing up, I always looked forward to watching a Hitchcock movie when it was on AMC.  While the stories were the best part, Hitchcock's famous "cool blondes" were always fun, in a beautiful, slightly sinister way.  Kim Novak, Grace Kelly, Eva Marie Saint.  Some better actresses than others, but all perfectly in the theme.



I used to have a blonde stripe in my hair that has since been dyed out, but is lighter than the rest of it so every now and then peaks out when my hair fades.  My hair stylist and I christened it "Priscilla."  This is what I'd imagine Priscilla to look like, peaking her face out every now and then in some crazy homage to the 1960's (It was actually part of a Vogue photoshoot early this year, I'll have to find the link).  I can't see her, but I know she's always there.  


Costume Time

Recently, I designed a show put on by Althroughz Productions called Down in the Face of God.  The post-apocalyptic saga saw a lot of distressing, especially with our gal Gavi here, a homeless outsider in a town full of teenagers. The ultimate compliment I received was when the director saw her crouching in costume and thought she was part of the set. 
Photo courtesy Corwin Evans


on pointe

What have I been doing, you may ask? Well, I've been watching a lot of 1970's movies lately, which I've found are generally  either awesome or awesomely campy, and one of those was The Turning Point (1977), a terrifically catty movie that is also the original ballet film exploring obsessive rivalry.  It even includes a scene in which The Anne Bancroft and The Shirley MacLaine end a fight spanking each other! Only in the 70's.
The 1970's and 80's was a golden era of ballet indeed (this was also when Elton John wrote "Tiny Dancer," no connection), and Alessandra Ferri was one of its stars.  Here she is in  Giselle, with a nice grain filter on Photoshop to make it look extra period.  



Three Hours of My Future

For the past few weeks, I've had the good fortune to attend a community art class with the silver haired crowd.   I didn't know exactly what to expect, but everyone was incredibly talented, with multiple retired illlustrators in the room. One guy used to be head illustrator for advertising great David Ogilvy!  
The class is rather chatty, and for its three hours I find myself beginning to make plans to go golfing and join an acapella group, until I think "Better check with the children first on whether..." and remember I don't have any yet.