I epically failed on a full week of posting, sorry. But to make it up to you, here is a very special post photographed by Malin Laney that is partly dedicated to the memory of skipping math class to "watch a hushpuppy float in a toilet bowl" with my pal Sally:
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--Lynda Barry, Cruddy, chapter four
Vicky Talluso, a character in my favorite novel, is who I was born to play in the made-for-tv-movie I've always envisioned could be possible with this amazing story. This outfit isn't so much a direct copy of what Vicky would wear, but captures her essence into something that I would wear. Vicky is the bad girl with a heart of gold and master of what I call mixmatching (mix + mismatch).
"...and then Vicky Talluso came walking right towards me, staring straight at me, wearing shocking yellow crinkle vinyl knee boots with super stacked heels and a twisted purple stockings and a pink and orange psychedlic shirt-dress with a lime green collar. Her long hair was swinging and she was wearing a type of hat called a tam, a tam made out of hypnotizing red velvet and she was moving so confidently and so fast and she was flipping me out completely, freaking me extremely. I could not think of one reason why a person like her would be walking so rapidly toward a person like me. Cause I am her opposite in every single way. I am about as detailed as a shadow." (Doesn't that make you want to learn more about the narrator?)
That's from when the narrator and Vicky first meet while skipping class behind the gym. Which is why I set these photos outside a historic basketball arena called Mac Court dating from the 1920s and possibly slated for demolition.
HELLS NO, THAT IS NOT A REAL SPLIFF. I am not passing judgement on smoking here, but for the record, that "spliff" contains an herbal mixture that Vicky herself would NEVER touch.
*Vintage "banana boots": thrifted (Portland).
*Home-made 60s dress: thrifted (Eugene).
*purse: beloved gift.
In another chapter, Vicky's beauty routine is described, which entailed getting rid of her unibrow. I found this detail so endearing.
*Earrings: Village Merchants in Portland.
Here's my rant:
I did actually learn recently that a movie of Cruddy has been made for release in 2011. I'm going to give it a chance, but am already skeptical because the main character, who is written as ugly and unfeminine, is played by some total cutie. I have no problem with cuteness, but it seriously annoys me when bold and unattractive female characters, like Jane Eyre, are played by attractive people. (Don't even get me started on how they de-frizzed Hermione's hair in Harry Potter.) Having spent the first part of my life perceived as ugly by my peers, I fully recognize that ugly is a loaded term, one I've decided to embrace. People in high school do treat you differently if you are considered ugly, its a reality.
The perception of ugliness, as much as beauty, shows how subjective life can be. I have a really hard time distinguishing opposites on a deep level, most especially between these two since I have an extremely morbid and cute sensibility. Both ugly and beautiful things can be equally visually stunning and captivating. Rather than seeing the concepts as existing on opposite ends of a straight line, I imagine something more like a circle where the two meet at a certain point. My favorite art and artists tend to do a really good job of crafting the two together. That's why in my heart of hearts, I'll always see myself as an ugly girl.
Thanks everyone for joining me and hope you've enjoyed this post. I'll definitely be mentioning Vicky again, she is so near and dear to my