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Dresses, Santa Monica store window, Broadway at Fourth

High fashion? Well, yes. Because anybody who thinks it looks good has to be high.

Posted by aalkon at April 13, 2006 12:30 PM

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Ooh, bad 60's flashback....

Posted by: deja pseu at April 13, 2006 7:31 AM

I just bought a wrap dress in a beautiful jersey print - yes reminiscent of the 60's but it's based on the Diane von Furstenburg wrap dress, and it's really lovely and fits like a dream. I think you'd look great in one of them!

Posted by: Ally at April 13, 2006 8:00 AM

I'm not anti-wrap dress, I'm just anti-ugly wrap dress.

Posted by: Amy Alkon at April 13, 2006 8:17 AM

The high neck schmata on the left doesn't do it for me, but the cut of the one in the middle and the garish early 70's print speaks to me.

I also just bought a jersey wrap dress. It was to play an over-sexed, aging socialite at a comedy show at ACME, but the dress actually looks so great I plan to wear it in real life!

Posted by: Robyn Simms at April 13, 2006 8:25 AM

highly recommend the site for the fashion snark.

Posted by: hrc at April 13, 2006 4:42 PM

Dresses like that could make even Laura Flynn Boyle look overweight.

Posted by: Lena at April 13, 2006 4:56 PM

I love the one in the middle!

Posted by: n at April 13, 2006 6:55 PM

n writes, "I love the one in the middle!"

The one in the middle could be salvaged with different colors. I think one of the flowers is tan, for instance. And a black background for a floral print? Get real.

Color that frock in springtime, I and I think it could work.

Posted by: Patrick at April 13, 2006 7:21 PM

If you're going to talk about beauty, can we talk about how fucking WEIRD this photo looks?

It's been bugging me at grovery checkouts all over town. On sale at your local newstand for another couple days....

The features of her face are pointing due north, but the supporting cheekbones are looking three degrees east. This is a spectacularly shabby Photoshop job. It's nine square inches of Jennifer Aniston pasted onto some anonymous 19-year-old. And on top of that, there's the freshly-trimmed nose, which really kicks the irony into high gear.

There are young women and others who obsess over glamour photography with a fire that makes my teenage interest in Playmates seem like nothing. These people slip into a big comfy sweater, scoop some ice cream, put on Celine Dion songs, plop down on the futon and STARE at these magazines for hours on end. They're genetically programmed for this fascination, and entranced by the apparent perfection of the human form.

So why aren't they aware of the clumsy, multiple frauds at work? I'd assume that Vogue is something of a benchmark for glam imagery... Finding an image like this on the cover is like seeing a rusty '87 Tercel on the front of this month's Car & Driver.

Posted by: Crid at April 14, 2006 1:08 PM

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