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Costume junkie
May. 1st, 2006 03:26 pmMy husband ordered an anniversary present for me a few weeks ago, but it didn't come until today, even though they assured him it would arrive in time for the 27th. Oh, well - it came today, and I opened it while he watched my face change from curiosity to blissful delight. It's the Dressing a Galaxy book, with detailed pictures of hundreds of costumes from both SW trilogies, and descriptions of conceptual designs, how the costumes were made, and all sorts of other goodies.
I'm in heaven.
It was with Episode I that I became a full-fledged costume junkie. I would search for images on the Internet, examining every detail, memorizing which dress showed up in which scene. I even made one, though my sewing skills are only so-so. I adore Trisha Biggar's work; she's innovative and prolific and brilliant, and I lost any last vestige of respect for the Academy when they snubbed her for all three SW movies, without even a nomination, just because of their stupid grudge against George Lucas as far as I can tell. Oh, but this book is glorious. It's funny because in real life, clothes don't interest me in the least. I wear plain old jeans and T-shirts and keep wearing them until they start getting holes, because I forget that I need to buy new ones. Clothes shopping is, for me, boring at best and excessively annoying at worst. I hate trying things on, I never bother keeping up with vapid fashions, and I thoroughly dislike the whole business. But imaginary fashions...clothing that no one in their right mind would wear in public in our modern society....from medieval garb to elaborate Halloween getups - now that makes me happy. And once again my husband has bought me the perfect present.
I'm in heaven.
It was with Episode I that I became a full-fledged costume junkie. I would search for images on the Internet, examining every detail, memorizing which dress showed up in which scene. I even made one, though my sewing skills are only so-so. I adore Trisha Biggar's work; she's innovative and prolific and brilliant, and I lost any last vestige of respect for the Academy when they snubbed her for all three SW movies, without even a nomination, just because of their stupid grudge against George Lucas as far as I can tell. Oh, but this book is glorious. It's funny because in real life, clothes don't interest me in the least. I wear plain old jeans and T-shirts and keep wearing them until they start getting holes, because I forget that I need to buy new ones. Clothes shopping is, for me, boring at best and excessively annoying at worst. I hate trying things on, I never bother keeping up with vapid fashions, and I thoroughly dislike the whole business. But imaginary fashions...clothing that no one in their right mind would wear in public in our modern society....from medieval garb to elaborate Halloween getups - now that makes me happy. And once again my husband has bought me the perfect present.
