Musings

So today I was in a very grumpy mood, and put on The Devil Wears Prada because I was feeling every bit as witchy as Miranda Priestly. My thoughts while going through the movie...

Now, this movie first came out when I was about 15. I was interested in fashion then, but really I was still a tragic mess. I loved clothes and shopping and sewing, but my only source of fashion literature was Teen Vogue, which I would look through to find the current trends and hope to find some pieces I could get from the mall and on my budget.  Watching it tonight, when Miranda spouts off her first rant of everything she wants done, starting with Calvin Klein skirts and going all the way to Demarchelier, all of that jargon made perfect sense to me.

My favorite outfit from the whole movie. Also, 5 years later and I'm still in love with Hathaway's alabaster skin and ruby lips. If I didn't live in Blacksburg, aka the wind capital of the south, I would still be rocking the full bangs too.

Already, the phones and keyboards look outdated, and I'm scared that given another 5-10 years, some people aren't going to get just how big a deal getting the Harry Potter manuscript was.

Also, can't forget this memorable segment.

 'This... stuff'? Oh. Okay. I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select... I don't know... that lumpy blue sweater, for instance because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise. It's not lapis. It's actually cerulean. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent... wasn't it who showed cerulean military jackets? I think we need a jacket here. And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room from a pile of stuff. 

OWNED.