Have you ever seen Against All Odds? One of the raciest movies to come out of the 80s.
When summer is nigh and the streets are growing hot, I immediately think of ex-pro-football player Terry Brogan trolling the sidewalks of Cozumel in beat Nikes looking for Jessie Wyler, her photo in his hand—the daughter of the owner of the L.A. Outlaws—who’s off with 50K of her crooked boyfriend, Jake’s money. She’s hiding out in a palm tree-shaded shack on the beach, picking up fresh fruit from the market by day, whizzing off on her moped, and leaving no trace. No running water—a red bikini—a close-cropped haircut. All you need.
Since I started commuting to work by bike I’ve been dressing differently—I’m reaching for shorts with a longer inseam, breezy blouses, scarves to layer, and flat (or wedge) shoes. And yet, the mailman still shakes his head at me.
It wasn’t until recently I actually needed the scarf… to cover my underwear:
[Hey, hey, whattup! This looks fun but you wave to me, I can’t wave to you; my unders will show.]
Short dresses are a no-go from here on out.
My entire life I’ve been inspired by the clothes worn by Rachel Ward in Against All Odds. [And those not worn by Jeff Bridges. Rrow.] Jessie’s rebellious spirit, long tanned limbs, and ability to assimilate into the Mexican landscape made her exotic, spirited, and my own style icon. As many times as I’ve tried to make friends sit through the DVD at 3 in the morning—I’ve never met another person who could share my sentiments. Porsche v. Ferrari street races down Sunset, trust funds, stabs to the nuts, massive coke problems… how could you resist! Plus, those voluminous, 80s-style shorts rolled up to the hip, Ikat satchels with peasant tops and flat leather sandals—I find a neutral palette all very sensual, making blondes more angelic, brunettes more mysterious, and red heads more alluring. It’s like jet fuel. And a tan doesn’t hurt.
Case in point:
Refueled by the all-neutral looks seen on the runways this spring, I figured I’d marry this long-standing infatuation with my new requirements for commuter wear—in a little ShopBop ultimate wishlist:
1. Joie Casper top. Like a devoted painter’s smock, perfect on an artist who doesn’t realize she has paint on her face, but always looks at home in her own skin.
2. Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent silk harem pants. Must have. Elegance.
6. Lee Angel Etienne 18-strand necklace. (Actually plastic. I can get behind this.)
Cool neutrals on a hot day. Makes you feel like Jessie, hiding out in Mexico, dodging the past, beating the heat.
“What the hell made you think you could handle Jessie? I bet you used to bring her home flowers.”
“No, you don’t have to do that when you’re living in the jungle. You just take her outside and show her what tree you’re going to do it under tonight. Hell, we had lots of trees.”
[Against All Odds trailer. See it. It is unreal. Rachel’s wardrobe in the whole film is a total inspiration.]