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Taking the Green Line to Endor
By adamg on Thu, 12/14/2017 - 7:01pm
Adam Castiglioni found Wedge and another Red Squadron pilot headed out this evening for a showing of the new Star Wars movie.
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RIP Porkins
He was a lousy pilot, but a good guy.
Well clear my wedge
. Sorry
Better than the usual
Green Line to Mordor
And I always thought the A
And I always thought the A Line ended in Watertown Sq
Nice costumes.
I find it sometimes difficult to separate cosplay from unwilling advertising for Disney.
To the extent that it's
To the extent that it's advertising / promotional, it's far from unwilling. Cosplayers do it for love of the source material, one of the joys of a great costume is getting to talk to strangers about the thing you love and why :)
Check Them For Fingerprints
Because the Mouse's touch is all over this movie, especially the last scene.
No, really?
Damn! I thought I was going to relive my experience at the Charles seeing "Empire" when it first came out. I sat through 3 showings in a row blasted out of my mind on blow and then got more blow and came back and did the same thing the second day.
Now I guess I'l have to smoke some mass produced weed,see it once and have a Starbucks and hope it's at least as dark as "Empire" was.
I kinda love how this level of nerd culture doesn't
really raise an eyebrow anymore. I can imagine my younger self doing this kind of thing today. As it happened, I routinely got grief from mouth-breathing strangers merely for wearing ratty thrift-store threads: a five-dollar Mad-Men-vintage sport coat festooned with punk-rock badges, a skinny tie, skinny black jeans (thanks, Hubba Hubba!), Doc Martens. That actually got up some people's noses at the time.
A couple of years ago, I walked up in a not-so-ratty suit and tie to a bunch of young punks lolling around outside of the original Newbury Comics on a sunny Saturday. I said to one kid, "That's a great look! I wore pretty much the same thing about a hundred years ago." His reaction was stunned, speechless: I presume he was imagining for the first time a possible future in which he too might turn out to be a painful old square. Cruel, but fair.
Too bad it's (mostly) a fallen world, but this is one aspect of modern times that makes me smile.
That can get disorienting
Last fall, I would up face to face on an orange line car with a replica of my 18 to 20 year old self: lace dress, men's sport coat, burgundy doc martins, short wine-red/purple hair with lots of gel. Similar height and build, too. I don't remember finding a time machine in 1986 or so.
I do love seeing old styles come back, but I don't envy
modern youth for their challenge of finding an original look. When was the last time that a new fashion movement didn't largely recycle something from a few decades earlier?
One big reason I favored early-60s vintage back in the day was that it was so cheap: no one wanted it but the handful of kids who loved punk rock but also admired the dressier style of New Wave and Two-Tone bands. As a penniless college student, I could still own a half-dozen cool-to-me thrifted sport coats.
I'd say the 70s was the last time that mainstream American fashion had a look that didn't owe a huge debt to some distinctive previous period -- Mad Men and Thom Browne inspired narrow-lapelled skinny suits are a good recent example of recycling -- and I found that era, with its giant collars and awful synthetic fabrics, truly awful.
I wore that early-60s vintage look for many years outside of work, but once Mad Men got huge (which I loved among many other reasons for how accurately it captured the period clothes), those suits and sport coats and ties started to feel like less like a purposely antiquated, oddball look, more like a trendy costume. I sold all but a few favorite pieces to Bobby (RIP) from Boston a while back.
I bear no ill will toward Mad Men for obviating a big chunk of my closet. It's still my #2 all-time favorite TV show, after The Wire. On that note, I also recommend HBO's The Deuce, from a lot of the same writing and acting talent behind The Wire: equally gritty, socially-conscious, funny and heartbreaking, with impeccable period art direction and costuming.
Original Newbury Comics Location
"A couple of years ago, I walked up in a not-so-ratty suit and tie to a bunch of young punks lolling around outside of the original Newbury Comics on a sunny Saturday."
That isn't the original Newbury Comics. The original store was a block or so before the current Newbury Street location and up a flight of stairs. It was pretty small. Aimee Mann, among others, worked there. Other than that, great story!
Yeah, I remember.
That was shorthand for "on Newbury Street, not the suburbs or Fanueil Hall."
I still have a copy of "Bark Along with The Young Snakes" on vinyl. Had a big crush in Mann back then.
Wasn't there a Newbury Comics
Wasn't there a Newbury Comics location kind of by State Street, sort of down an alley, in the 1990s? Or and I misremembering that? Sort of near the gigantic Borders, with the suprisingly good selection of punk CDs (many you could sample!) as well as Flipside and MRR on the periodical shelves.
State Street Newbury Comics
That location is a Staples now. And next to it is the new wax museum, formerly a health club.
Ah, alright, thank you. I had
Ah, alright, thank you. I had thought I'd been imagining things and conflating it with the Faneuil location, but I guess not.
Ah, Hubba Hubba
The spot where all the young punks would go for Manic Panic and black Stretch Fuck'n Jeans and bondage belts. Docs, of course, bought at Berk's in Harvard.
If our families didn't approve about our lifestyle to begin with, answering "a sex shop" when they asked where we got our clothing wasn't going to help matters.
my mistake!
I thought they were new uniforms for Transit cops.