come with me honey, i'm your sweet sugar candy man.

long time no speak type? i've taken a wicked long hiatus, i know. here's everything that happened since i lost posted, so we're up to speed:

• reluctantly, turned 22.
• god indeed saved her: thus i went back to rock in shoreditch.
• a new jobby in ze art world. 
• and last but not least, a failed attempt in joining space camp - i'd rock the shit out of one of those patches.

so, me, still loving to live in the past, aka: 90's, took a trip down memory lane the other day to see if my friends still lived there; funny enough, they haven't moved house quite yet:

turns out that aqua (remember them?) have a new album coming out in october by the name of 'megalomania'. forgetting that curiosity kills cats, i went on a google rampage to re-familiarize myself with that crazy danish-norwegian band.

to talk about aqua and not mention 'barbie girl' is about as strange as if one were to mention canada and not think of south park?! 

knowing the fact that my style icons are primarily fictional cartoons & characters of 90's staple nickolodeon television along with late 80's rap stars, it should come as no surprise that watching 'barbie girl' reinvigorated my love for barbie (doll or interpretation) and her exceptional fashion sense.

 

 well hello, lene! i love your crimped hair.

i also love your big hat!

 is there any room in that 1977 ford cortina for me?

behind every great woman, is a great man, 

in this case, it's rene.

floral fiesta: my dream!

i basically feel like flava flav just turned the hands of his big clock back in time so that i could attempt to fashion clothes like this for myself:

skate around before i head home...

forget living anywhere else, this is a dream house.

'omg, you have concave sideburns!'

i always personally liked 'doctor jones' and 'lollipop (candyman)' better but, hey! they'll always be the band that got mattel shaking in their boots to me. lates gates.

big mistake, HUGE.

pretty woman, is pretty much the epitome of 90's cinematic culture; i mean you have the ingredients for a silver screen cassoulet:

• numero uno: you have richard gere, every over 20-somethings wet dream, in a freakin' suit the entire time, riding round in limos, poppin' bottles, you name it.
• numero dos: doe-eyed julia roberts, fresh off the newbies boat that was mystic pizza and steel magnolias, our newly crowned queen of romance.

& 

• numeros tres: garry mothereffin' marshall, whose every move ends up with $$$$$$.

but to me the REAL unsung hero of this film are the flippin' wicked ensembles; nothing gets me more fashionable aroused than a bitchin' getup, which this movie does not lack.

y'all may have fell in love with viv in this red hourglass number, when her head nearly falls off laughing, but for me...it's all the other moments that do it.

 

 the wig & cut-out dress are wham!

add this amazing men's crimson jacket & newspaper cap and we are in buisness.

her fellow bella* isn't looking too shab either.

* - tangent, ain't that bella, the lady from just shoot me?

i know same outfit 3 times, but DAMN i need those boots.

and not in a creepy taylor momsen way.

classic boyfriend shirt and shorts look.

even the underoos and necklaces are perfection.

even post-makeover, she is rockin' the polka-dots. 

as endearing as this movie is, i mean edward lewis does this for pete's sake:

the one aspect i could never really wrap my head around this sex-for-money-movie love story is that, bottom-line: this geezer pays a prostitute to accompany him around town*. don't get me wrong, i love JR just as much as the next person, crazy laugh and all, but the plot line gives me the willies. eek.

* - tangent, i have no problem with "hanging out" with a woman of the night, just ask my homeboy larry david aka: LD.

either way, it is a sweet film; transforming two individuals into who they were meant to become, whilst doing it together. sigh. 

moral of the story? prostitution is a good look as long as you look this good doing it.

(insert sarcastic joke).