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Showing posts with label Classics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Classics. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

GAP...style-setters in uproar over logo! Flat sales prompt action...










Like the "Classic Coke" boon-doggle before it, Gap's sly effort to add fizzle to their product, fell flat with the folks that really mattered.

A loyal fan base.

Even though sales have been down of late, due to a  troubled economy, the opinion of shoppers was difficult to ignore as they articulated their thoughts on the overhauled logo on animated talk shows around the Nation over the past few days in heated debates.

Hated it!

Indeed, before the stitches in the labels were barely knotted, die-hard gap fashionistas were denouncing the lame actions of the top brass at GAP headquarters.

To most, the logo in motion, was just as bland as the - khaki pants and untailored shirts with little or no personality they churned out ad nauseam in primary colors - and hawked in lacklustre retail  outlets around the country

In fact, Barack Obama's tendency to sport "tacky" Mom jeans, can probably be traced back to the designers (!) at the once-flourishing clothing manufacturer.

In spite of the fact, sales have been down (and their bread-and-butter accounts just about eaten up) execs at the GAP have been inclined to kow-tow and revive the old familiar logo.

Who knows, the little engine that once could, may be a collector's one day!

'Til then, the powers-that-be would be wise to invest in - Ross,  Abercrombie & Fitch, or even a chain of second-time-around clothing shops - to bridge the gap.

After all, that is where the smart fashion-savvy moolah is rustling up trendy threads today.

At least until middle-American tastes are revving up cash registers once again.

Amen!




GAP never looked so good!


Monday, February 15, 2010

The Last American Virgin...Diane Walker & Lawrence Monoson wow audience! Teen flick a risque stand-out...


Too bad Boaz Davidson was unable to attend the recent screening of  " Last American Virgin" at the New Beverly Cinema.

It would have warmed his heart to have witnessed first-hand  the ecstatic response the film ("now" a classic) rustled up from the packed house (even at the witching hour at the stroke of midnight).

Appearances by pretty Karen Walker and Lawrence Monoson really thrilled the fans, too.

Ms Walker - I won't speculate on her age (though I'm sure I am older than the charming lady) - looked stunning in a red body-fitting cocktail dress and tasteful understated accessories.

Outgoing down-to-earth lead actor - Lawrence Monoson - was well-received also.

In fact, Julia (host for the evening who fielded questions before the film started up) was positively tongue-tied by the presence of an actor she obviously adored.

HD Video Clip / New Beverly Cinema

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJ__lOvy31s

In the Q & A the fit likeable star recalled a funny incident with Golan and Globus (Cannon films) during the casting process.

When the purveyors of what some might call "soft porn" - with a commercial bent, mind you - informed the actor he landed the part there was one small detail to resolve.

The producers were required to check his license to ensure he was within the legal age to work on this project which featured a lot of gratuitous sex, naughty dialogue, and controversial subjects such as teen abortion.

"I left it at home," he responded somewhat awkwardly.

A little white lie?

OMG!  He was underage.

After promising to return with the all-important legal documents for his entree into the glamorous world of Hollywood, he dashed home beside himself with grief.

When he explained his woe to his mother she was already one step ahead.

Darling, come by the office, and we'll work this out.

Lawrence claimed that when he arrived at the workplace, a couple of his mother's friends were stooped over a table with razor blades, a photo, and a product used to laminate documents.

Uh-huh!

They whipped up a fake ID, allegedly.

When he returned to the Cannon production office the producers took a glance at the handiwork of his mother's friends and laughed among themselves.

Yeah, he couldn't hoodwink those wise old suits.

Needless to say, they looked the other way, and he got the part.

Once the teen comedy sprang to life on the screen I was totally drawn in.

Frankly, I was a bit taken aback by some of the material, in view of the era in which it was shot.

A particulrlyr hilarious scene featured a group of boys in the locker room lined up to have their c**ks measured to see who was the biggest.

Wouldn't 'ya know it, the nerdy kid with the horn-rimmed glasses, measured in at 9 inches.

Actually, the teen contested that, and demanded a second shot at the ruler.

"It's nine-and-a-half. Don't cheat me," he angrily grumbled in so many words.

How they got by the censors with those "hard-on's" parading by in skimpy white skivvies up-close on the wide screen, I'll never know. 

Quite risque (and an erotic turn-on for even the most stalwart prude)

In another scene, one boy ends up climbing into bed with the mother of a girl he is about to make out with, which just about brings the house down.

But, the scenes where the boys unhappily discover they've caught "crabs" (and seek out treatment) are downright side-splitting fun.

One of the actors, Steve Antin, really impressed me with his on-screen persona.

He was so photogenic and radiated this remarkable natural energy.

Where is he now, I wonder.

Ms. Walker was captivating, too.

At times - with her fresh innocent face and curly auburn locks - she looked for all-the-world like a porcelain doll.

Another actor with just four lines in the film (Paul Keith) noted that the fact he was in "American Virgin" landed  him a part.

For example, at an audition, one casting director was awestruck when he noticed the credit on his resume.

"You were in The Last American Virgin," he asked increduously.

"Can you get me a copy?"

Nicolas Cage was apparently knocked out, too, when the bit player crossed paths with the acting icon and mentioned the film credit to him.

The sound track is pretty phenomenal and rife with all the big hits of that time frame.

At times, I thought I was listenng to Love Songs on the coast.

A bit melodramatic at times, Virgin still stands out as a true bona-fide leader-of-the-pack in respect to coming-of-age films.

For details on the plot and background history, check out my post published earlier this week:

Post:  02/13/10

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-american-virginscreens-new-beverly.html

What a hoot.

Catch the flick if you can next time around at the New Beverly Cinema.

After all, I don't even know that the film is available as a rental.

How about you?


Paul Keith played "Dad"



Lawrence Monoson coasting on Love Songs!


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Footnote
*Apologies to Paul Keith.
  Due to a computer glitch wrong photo was posted last week!

Friday, February 6, 2009

Vintage Fashion Expo...is historically & culturally rich! Feb. 7th & 8th. Exhibit @ Santa Monica (CA)...


If you're into Vintage clothing, head out to the Vintage Fashion Expo in Santa Monica this weekend, where an extensive array of finery from the past few decades will be on display to excite the senses.

What exactly does Vintage mean?

For a collector - or wardrobe lady (or dude) who toils away on a TV or Movie set - it boils down to fashion periods.

In that event, a silhouette or flourish on the apparel, is generally a give-a-way.

Ensembles that point a finger at a specific time period are quite collectable, too.

Although some hold fast to the idea that an item need only be ten or twenty years old to be designated "Vintage" - discerning connoisseurs not only draw a line in that regard - but are often desirous of a couture label, too.

At the Vintage Fashion expo, browsers with a keen eye may stumble upon items from a wide range of periods.

Depending on demand and scarcity of a piece, prices vary accordingly.

Over the weekend in the quaint seaside town of Santa Monica, expect to sort through belle epoque finery to a flower child's bell-bottom jeans.

Remember those hokey old duds?


Those familiar with the style of top classic designers, may even ferret out European classics from the likes of Chanel, Schiaparelli, or even Lavin.

There will probably be a motherlode of quality designs by Bill Blass, Claire McCardell and Halston, too.

The Expo opening this weekend at the Santa Monica Civic Center follows a three-decade-long tradition that beefs up the mainstay vintage collections with accessories like purses, hats, gloves. shoes, and dazzling one-of-a-kind jewellery selections.

Pickers have searched here and abroad - high & low at estate sales, auctions, bazaars, and so forth and so on - to ensure their "digging" not only turns up a bumper-crop of Vintage creme de la creme treasures each year - but also advances their altruistic desire to preserve the treasures ensembles by virtue of state-of-the-art cleaning and restoring skills.

Notwithstanding, the Vintage Fashion Expo is a great shopping opportunity, too.

And, for most, amounts to a charming foray into a past which is culturally and historically rich.



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