Good Friday

[rolanni]

Yesterday, as previously advertised, Steve and I went to Belfast. It was a brilliant, blue, warm, just-breezy-enough day, and we took our sandwiches and chocolate milk (calcium *Good.* Sigh)down to the public boat launch and had ourselves a modest and relaxing pre-season picnic. The floats were still in, piled untidily up at the entrance to the park, and the only vessels in the harbor were the two tugs and the portmaster's skiff. Most of the downtown stores had their doors open to catch the warm breeze (50 degrees F! A heat wave!) and there was a fair crowd of folks outdoors in their shirt sleeves, smiling in the sunlight.

Came home by way of Searsport, Stockton Springs, Winterport, Bangor -- which is your long way 'round the barn, and spent the evening reading -- Vogue, in my case. My *dear*, I don't get out enough -- and petting cats.

Paid bills this morning for a change, caught up on newsgroups and usenet, fiddled with the journal, and now I'm outta here for the rest of the day, and possibly the evening, too.

Comments

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

Fashion magazines are my version of science fantasy. I love 'em, especially ones like W which contain absolutely nothing relevant to a regular life. No women's health issues along with the mascara. Just complete and utter inanity from cover to cover, brought to you by people who think it matters.

I don't mean to sound uppity about it, but it really is a different slice of reality. I wouldn't have it any other way.

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

This issue of Vogue has an article on Breast Reduction: Is It For You? (Uh. No. Not even if they were -- you know...); The Obesity Crisis in America and Reselling the Stuff in Your Closet: Don't Be Ashamed Everyone Does It (have these people *seen* my closet?), so we have Content. For some definition &c.

But what bemuses me are the *ads*. Mind you, I wrote ad copy for my living, so-called, at one point. What am I to make of the half naked (by which I mean the picture only goes down to the waist) photo of a fourteen +/- year-old-boy comfortably on his back in the sand, and the words "Abercrombie and Fitch" across the bottom of the page? Is Abercrombie and Fitch selling fourteen-year-old boys? This is potentially interesting -- I could use somebody around here to do the mowing, clean out the cat boxes, and wash the dishes. However, there's no information on how I check this young man's resume. It's all very confusing...

[galeni.livejournal.com]

I confess to having read Vogue for over 25 years now. I keeps me up to date with the world arts scene, and I adore clothes. Yes, some of it is wild and weird, but I like seeing the way colors and textures are combined, and what's new, and the ads are such a great window on how society perceives itself.

And there's nothing like having 20 years of Fall/September issues to figure out what's trendy and what's classic.

Or did I just remove myself beyond the Pale?

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

I've read Vogue, Cosmo, People and whatnot only sporadically during my life. At one point it actually did matter what I wore (to a certain limited extent -- there's only so much one can do with six-foot, scrawny, and scads of angled, attitudinal hair. At least with the time I was willing to put in on grooming. Glamorous has always been beyond me, though I occasionally achieve Neat.), and I did pay attention to color, texture and Coolness more back then. Nowadays, I'm more likely to swipe clothes and jewelery for the characters out of Vogue. In fact, the reason I picked up this issue was because, while I was standing in line at the grocery store, flipping through the magazine, I spotted an Outfit which one of the characters in the book-just-finished, sequel-to-be-written, would die for.

Me, I dress in New England chic: blue jeans and flannel shirts in the winter; blue jeans and t-shirts in the summer.

[kristine-smith.livejournal.com]

>there's only so much one can do with six-foot, scrawny, and scads of angled, attitudinal >hair.

Get a job in Fashion.

You could have been the Devil who Wore Prada!

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

You could have been the Devil who Wore Prada!

Another missed opportunity, dadrabbit...