After thumbing through 25 or so looks featuring this season’s 1920s/1990s Granny Mashup at Rodarte, I paused and asked, “Is that the Death Star on that gown??”
One of the reasons I stopped reading fashion magazines a few years ago was because they regularly made me feel like garbage and like I was doing it wrong. “It” being getting dressed. And life. And everything. (Because if you’re a woman who’s visibly getting older, you’re obviously doing it wrong in America).
Am I the only one who groaned at the sound of the Star Wars ringtone? It struck me as Disney gloating: “Ha. Star Wars is our bitch, now. You thought Lucas drove it into the ground? He did. And there was a bottomless pit under that ground. That’s where we’re going.”
Why are all the hot guys from Canada? Last time I checked, it was pretty cold up there, and the gene pool must be considerably smaller as the population is smaller, so why the seemingly disproportionate numbers? I don’t know. Just tell me who you think the hottest Canadian man is.
I may not agree with every movie decision George Lucas has made. But, he’s a creative who’s been on the receiving end of public education. And education, like making movies, is a creative process requiring the work of a lot of people for one end product.
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Yes, I know hover bike is the technical term for it, but IT’S A BIKE AND IT FLIES.
If you’re planning to dress up as the princess this convention season, it’s a blessedly simple costume. First, and most importantly, you need to achieve the famous cinnamon-bun hairdo.
Star Wars Uncut did what the remasteries and prequels failed to do: renewed my love for Star Wars.