Devil Wear's Prada, whatever the hell that is...
OK, so I was bored.
I went to the dollar movie, and not knowing the meaning of the word Prada (never occurred to me to try www.prada.com; then again, I was standing at a kiosk trying to buy a ticket), decided to check out a movie I had heard nothing about: The Devil Wear's Prada. I frequently find that knowing nothing about a movie makes it better...you don't go in with expectations of any kind.
[Note: 2/7/2007. The image I had linked directly from Prada's web site changed, so no more picture :)]
The image shows what seems to be a homeless fashion model huddling beneath her hair while clinging to the bag from her last photo shoot.
I'm not traditionally a fan of "fashion", as one who knows what "Prada" is (or can read) can probably already tell. The only time I've looked at a fashion rag was in an airport when I found a copy of, I believe, "Vanity Fair" on a nearby seat. The thing was a 200-page advertisement for shiny objects.
I spent the next hour talking about it to poor, unsuspecting women in the airport. "Have you looked at one of these? What do you think?", and such. You know, the kind of thing that tends to make people edge away from me...
The best part is they were holding a writing contest where you supposed to write an essay about "What is wrong with today's Youth?"
Ugh!
Anyway, the movie is watchable, particularly since Anne Hathaway is so darn cute, and does a good job of playing a character I can identify with. The plot is a little formulaic, but not too painful.
It must have had some impact on me in any case, since as I came out of the movie I found myself wondering if I should upgrade the wardrobe.....
This, of course, led me to think about doing an experiment (I'm such a scientist at heart) where I overdress for everything, and see what kind of effect it has on how people interact with me in places like trails 10 miles from anywhere..."Nice hiking suit, buddy. Is that Armani?"
I went to the dollar movie, and not knowing the meaning of the word Prada (never occurred to me to try www.prada.com; then again, I was standing at a kiosk trying to buy a ticket), decided to check out a movie I had heard nothing about: The Devil Wear's Prada. I frequently find that knowing nothing about a movie makes it better...you don't go in with expectations of any kind.
SIDE NOTE: I just checked prada.com...the entire site is a single image. No links. Nothing. Oh, you do get an annoying popup.
[Note: 2/7/2007. The image I had linked directly from Prada's web site changed, so no more picture :)]
The image shows what seems to be a homeless fashion model huddling beneath her hair while clinging to the bag from her last photo shoot.
I'm not traditionally a fan of "fashion", as one who knows what "Prada" is (or can read) can probably already tell. The only time I've looked at a fashion rag was in an airport when I found a copy of, I believe, "Vanity Fair" on a nearby seat. The thing was a 200-page advertisement for shiny objects.
I spent the next hour talking about it to poor, unsuspecting women in the airport. "Have you looked at one of these? What do you think?", and such. You know, the kind of thing that tends to make people edge away from me...
The best part is they were holding a writing contest where you supposed to write an essay about "What is wrong with today's Youth?"
Ugh!
Anyway, the movie is watchable, particularly since Anne Hathaway is so darn cute, and does a good job of playing a character I can identify with. The plot is a little formulaic, but not too painful.
It must have had some impact on me in any case, since as I came out of the movie I found myself wondering if I should upgrade the wardrobe.....
This, of course, led me to think about doing an experiment (I'm such a scientist at heart) where I overdress for everything, and see what kind of effect it has on how people interact with me in places like trails 10 miles from anywhere..."Nice hiking suit, buddy. Is that Armani?"
posted by tk | Saturday, August 12, 2006
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