no diggity, no doubt

On July 29, 2014 by theseventhsphinx

Do you know, I think this must be my favorite song?

When it’s playing, it’s undoubtedly my favorite song.

The reasons cannot be numbered.

An irreproachable lazy summer evening soundtrack. There’s red wine and havarti happening over here, too. That’s right. Play on, playettes.

image via wikipedia

ode to the 80s

On September 24, 2013 by theseventhsphinx

If you’ve read about me, you’ll have gotten at least the general impression that I like the 80s.

In truth, it would not be inaccurate to say that, as an aesthetic and musical phenomenon, I love the 80s.

Hm. Here is one Halloween (long ago!) as an 80s aerobics instructor, which has been to date the greatest dancing outfit ever. Fear not, there were leg warmers.

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149101_773255048521_7798540_nActually I think I was too conservative in some of my choices here. Loving the big eyebrows, though.

A girlfriend going to an 80s party asked me recently, “What were the 80s, exactly?”

To which I replied something along the lines of, “I’m so glad you asked…”

The Vietnam war is over, the tense political and economic atmosphere has dissipated somewhat, especially for the generation that grew up in its shadow and perhaps never fully understood or engaged in the war. The economy is looking better, Wall Street suits begin to make more money than they can spend, the dollar is strong. Racism is still an issue (obviously, still is) but much improved from the 70s, and there is a lot more cultural exchange. Feminism also an issue (also obviously, and still) but these are the daughters and granddaughters of the revolutionaries of the 60s, often raised by feminists, gifted more confidence and more opportunities. The children have come of age, they have disposable income, they want color and they want to have fun, just like Cyndi Lauper says. Really, they want to dance.

The 80s are all about being too much. Too loud, too bright, over the top. Garish, tacky. Fun. They are a big eye AND a big lip. And too much blush. Big earrings AND a big necklace. And all the bracelets you own. Accessories are key.

Bright prints mixed with bright solids, bright prints mixed with other bright prints. Garish prints. Geometric prints. Clothes are either really tight or over-sized, or a combination of both. The off-the-shoulder sweatshirt à la Flashdance. Bright leggings. Crop tops. Shoulder pads.

The miniskirt is born. Neon as a fashion option is born. Hip hop is the new thing. Wedding and prom dresses have never been so big and so festooned, and are likely never to be so big again. Madonna is queen, Michael Jackson is king (with David Bowie, that pioneer, still a strong influence). MTV rules over all.

Big, curly hair, side ponytails, crimpled hair. Ostentatious hair accessories. The scrunchie. High tops, leg warmers. Jane Fonda’s workout video is all the rage. Everybody loves music. Sunglasses acceptable at all hours of the day. People dress to make a statement, to be seen. Everything is like a parody of itself, a cartoon.

Nothing is too much.

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smell this: Gucci Rush

On August 13, 2013 by theseventhsphinx

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I don’t usually like even a hint of powder but for Rush I make an exception. What does it smell like? Technically it smells like peaches and patchouli, at once earthy and unmistakably sweet, with almost no evolution on the skin. Actually it smells like you intend to have a great time. Like maybe your clothes are a little tight and you went to town with the hairspray. This launched in 1999? To me it is already old-school awesome.

Typical Rush scenario, which truly happened:

Me (to guy): …Did you just rub your chin on my shoulder?

guy (now sheepish): I was smelling you…is that cool?

Me (laughing): It’s cool.

 

You may want to wait until after sundown, but wear Gucci Rush. People will smell you. [So, as long as you are cool with that.]