Roman Holiday.

Sometimes I find myself in a fantasy world. And by sometimes, I mean almost always and especially when I am supposed to be focusing on something else. Last week, during a class that happens on a Thursday but I don't want to get too specific, I was daydreaming about Audrey Hepburn. This is normal mind-wandering behavior, right? We share a birthday so I feel a particular kinship with her. (I also share a birthday with Alice from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, but we'll save those thoughts for another day).

In addition, I had picked up Roman Holiday from Target for $5 and was very excited to finally have a chance to watch it over the weekend. Because it's the silliest, most old-fashioned, most perfect romantic comedy. The story line is fairly standard: Princess wants to escape her gilded cage. Her people-in-waiting (for lack of a better term) think she's taken ill and decide to inject her with tranquilizers to calm her down (what else can you do, really, when you want a princess to keep to her schedule and milk and crackers before bed won't cut it?). Before those kick in, she escapes (out the window no less) to wander the streets of Rome and to hopefully find a dance party. But alas, she ends up passed out on a wall and a handsome journalist begrudgingly takes her into his home for the night. The rest of the movie is both of them trying to hide their true identities while they do all of the things she's always wanted to do (like get a sassy haircut, drink champagne in a café, buy shoes from a street market, eat gelato, and ride a vespa).

While watching it this time around, all I could think about was how much I loved her outfit. She begins the movie with her hair down and sleeves long and ends it with this adorableness:
This look is just so perfectly classic it is kind of ridiculous. The costume designer won an Oscar for this film, and I have to say it was well deserved based on this ensemble alone. It's such a timeless outfit; I truly believe you could wear something very similar today and not look at all out of place. It's really just two staple items we all have or could easily acquire (a full skirt and a button down shirt)...

Left: Cool It Skirt. Right: Family Tree Top. Both from ModCloth.
...styled with the sleeves rolled up, plus a cute scarf and a vespa. For those of you Roman Holiday experts, technically she wears those Greek-looking sandals by this stage in the film. I am aware of this and did not want to overlook it. However, please tell me the below mustard-yellow, tiny-heeled, Oxford-style pumps aren't to die for - I am pretty sure Audrey would approve (and yes we are on a first name basis).
Top: Vespa PX 150 (my Vespa model of choice). Left: Elevated Oxfords from Anthropologie. Right: Vintage silk scarf from VogueVintage on Etsy.
I think the most effective type of fashion is the kind that makes you think if you wear it, you will get the life that goes along with it. So, back to my girlish fantasy - in my mind, if I wear that cute outfit and ride around on a Vespa, I will get this:
And these are the things I think about on Thursday evenings between 6:30 and 9pm and then write about on Monday nights. 

Elizabeth Corkery.

I've been meaning to post about Elizabeth Corkery for a while. So long I am not even sure where on the web I found out about her. Another blog, presumably. But it only took one look (a glance actually) for me to fall in love completely with this insane exhibition of patterned panels and domestic references.

I was going to attempt to make a connection between this and the iconic feminist artist Judy Chicago but everything I tried to write got too serious too quickly. And this isn't a serious blog. So that's enough of that. My main point would have been that I wouldn't classify this as "feminist" in the sense of the word that our parents' generation knows it, but I do think it falls under a new brand of feminism, in which art is actually allowed to be feminine, craft-like, decorative, and pretty... without undermining what it means to be female or making a negative point about things like kitchens. Even that sentence sounds a little more serious than I'd like, so I am sorry. I will write my next post about nail polish or stuffed animals, I promise.

Point being - take a look at this art. It's awesome. And the best part? You can actually buy the patterned panels from the exhibition and hang them on your own wall. I want them all. Santa... can you hear me?
More coolness: she did some kind of year-long trans-Pacific painting, drawing, baking collaboration with Elliot Bryce called Baked Love Letters. I want a baked love letter, please and thank you.