the gentle art of victory

style icons for the common man

style icon: alec guinness as gulley jimson in the horse’s mouth.

gulley is a good name for my first born.

so is jimson, for that matter.

style icons: thugs of death wish 2.

i didn’t grow up in the big city, but if there’s anything films have taught me, (from police academy to robocop), it’s that this is what dangerous men look like. every film of this era trots out the same costume designer’s fever dream of imagined urban low life types:

- the black guy dressed in half new wave/half break dancing gear

- the white dude with an odd hair line (often also wearing guatemalan pants tucked into boots or similar)

- the dance instructor

- the wresting coach 

once you assemble the core team, you then throw as much jewelry as possible all over every one, give at least one guy a can of spray paint, and you’re ready to shoot the scene. 

style icons: the dashing men of fatal beauty. 

on the heels of jumpin jack flash, fatal beauty is something of mystery. it’s as if whoopi, still dressed after wrapping on burglar, wandered onto to the set of a vastly cheaper, nastier, more violent B movie being filmed on an adjacent soundstage. 

i mean, the scene where they machine gun a naked man so high on PCP that he won’t stop walking even though he’s riddled with bullets? the guy eating a bottle and spitting bloody chunks of broken glass out of his mouth? the piles of dead yuppy teenagers? the nude asian drug factory workers massacred by brad dourif? 

"Teflon, bitch" is the new "Bitches, leave".

rival style icons: tom selleck versus gene simmons.
selleck, literally dressed as the brauny paper towel man, must have been cursing his luck when he wound up in this film opposite the swarthy Kiss frontman sans cosmic demon makeup, what with having to turn down Raiders of the Lost Arc due to contractual obligations. 
well who’s laughing now? 
probably still hank ford, i guess, if he ever really laughs. maybe when he’s really stoned.

rival style icons: tom selleck versus gene simmons.

selleck, literally dressed as the brauny paper towel man, must have been cursing his luck when he wound up in this film opposite the swarthy Kiss frontman sans cosmic demon makeup, what with having to turn down Raiders of the Lost Arc due to contractual obligations.

well who’s laughing now?

probably still hank ford, i guess, if he ever really laughs. maybe when he’s really stoned.

style icons: unsettling puppets at dusk.

i’m thinking these are the two most terrifying of my childhood… anthony hopkins in magic and that dude with the monocle from making contact. otherwise i have nothing but pleasant puppet associations.

style icon: richard pryor in lost highway.
confession: i never much cared for richard pryor’s standup, but a company i used to work for delivered his home health care products. true fact.

style icon: richard pryor in lost highway.

confession: i never much cared for richard pryor’s standup, but a company i used to work for delivered his home health care products. true fact.

style icons: goblin.
so many looks to choose from… i’m torn between claudio simonetti’s fuzzy oompa loompa roll neck (he’s literally a bearded turtle)  and massimo morante’s “little lord center-part” get-up (also known as the “rock me amadeus”) on the far right.

style icons: goblin.

so many looks to choose from… i’m torn between claudio simonetti’s fuzzy oompa loompa roll neck (he’s literally a bearded turtle)  and massimo morante’s “little lord center-part” get-up (also known as the “rock me amadeus”) on the far right.

point of fashion: harkonnen interiors from dune.
color name concepts for the benjamin moore harkonnen collection: lung green, fleshy bandage, filter tip orange.

point of fashion: harkonnen interiors from dune.

color name concepts for the benjamin moore harkonnen collection: lung green, fleshy bandage, filter tip orange.

style  icon: victor buono as edwin in whatever happened to baby jane.

style  icon: victor buono as edwin in whatever happened to baby jane.