E.T. Phone Prada
Apparently I was a little bitch at age 5, because when my parents decided to show me Steven Spielberg’s masterpiece E.T., I couldn’t make it past the scene when Drew Barrymore screams at the famed alien.
She screamed, I screamed, my mom shut the movie off and that was that.
It wasn’t until years later that I grew large enough cojones (maybe age 8 or something like that) to actually sit down and watch the movie in its entirety. And then what did I do? I cried. Sobbed like a rat eating onions while waving goodbye to one very penis-y looking extra-terrestrial.
Strangely enough, last season, I had a similar reaction to the Prada Spring 14 show. The collection was was pretty weird if you consider the fact that there were faces on coats and bras as outwear that looked as though they were made from whipped cream. It was beautiful and strange but like many of her shows it had me asking the question, “How the hell did those ideas manifest in Miuccia’s brain?”
You might also ask Steven Spielberg that question. What on earth made him read a script about an alien dressed in drag who is carted around by children (including one boy who made the American Apparel hoodie cool before American Apparel existed), and then proclaim, “Now that’s a movie.”
But it was a movie. It was the movie. E.T. produced a scene so noteworthy that it became Spielberg’s own friggen’ logo: that adorable ass boy (who actually looks a lot like me at age 8…) biking into the sky with his trusty, drag-donning alien sitting shot gun.
And now, it’s a fashion spread. With Prada. Courtesy of CR Fashion Book and one Lindsey Wixon as Drew Barrymore, with Magda Laguinge in Proenza etc. as E.T. himself. Because why in the hootenanny not?
All of this was one very long-winded, albeit prettily-photographed way to ask you a very important question:
What movie would you like to see re-imagined as a fashion spread? (Obviously I vote National Velvet because I’m a one-track oleander.)
Tell me, and just maybe I’ll give my good friend Carine a call to make it happen. LOL.