One of our Bloggers™ has a show coming out on Thursday: Lipstick Jungle. Brooke Shields is one of the stars. I can’t help but think of my childhood, when Brooke was one of the beauties, and her name was bandied about constantly. Bo Derek, Brooke Shields and Farrah. I remember the ubiquitous poster was omnipresent in boys’ rooms, in markets, the thing to win at carnivals: a poster of Brooke Shields! The one thing that always bothered me about these posters was not the ladies in their jaunty, flexed, posed contortions, but how their thumbs wrapped and pulled under their swimsuits and tugged them away from their bodies. I couldn’t stand the inch or so of space between the skin and the taut suit as Farrah pulled her Lycra™ as hard as she could.
Anyway, I was never allowed to see the Brooke Shields movies so I had no idea what the fuss was all about.
The other night John and I stumbled on the end of The Blue Lagoon. That was a jungle of innocence… and now… a Lipstick Jungle.
being underrated is overrated
Jack Silbert, curator