Some say that his tears are adhesive, and that if he caught fire he’d burn for 1000 days. Some say that his ears aren’t exactly where you’d expect them to be, and that once, preposterously, he had an affair with John Prescott. We suddenly realise that we have no idea what the truth is. Who is the strange creature? What does he want from us? All we do know, is that he’s called The Stig.
It’s the year 2056. Bruce Forsyth is now 141 years old. He’s outlived his family, he’s outlived his old co-stars. He’s outlives everyone he knows. He’s outlived all of us. The apocalypse happened 10 years ago and Brucie is the only one left. He is the last man on Earth.
You’re in Tescos just before Election Day. You stop by the news and magazines section expecting to find some quality political analysis on the front page of your favourite paper, but all you find is rows and rows of the same image. Ed Miliband eating a bacon sandwich. At least that’s what the headline says he is doing. But you look closer. And that most certainly is not bacon.
You’re on the settee. You’re sort of half asleep-half scrolling Facebook for quality bants. ITV is on in the background but you haven’t been paying attention since Jezza Kyle went off. Something suddenly forces you to snap back to reality. In the corner of your eye you see an oversized white collar, thick rimmed black glasses… No, no, I thought it was over, please tell me he isn’t back, isn’t it over?? You turn to see the collar is now poking through the telly, and he’s there. Staring. There’s only one way to find out… FIGHT
LAD culture is taking over. Every word in the English Dictionary is quickly being replaced to include with word “bant” in it somewhere. All dinosaurs have been renamed Bantersauruses. At Christmas the only thing you can watch at the theatre is a Bantomime. Law dictates that the only things we can put in our gardens are blants, particularly of the
chrysbanthemum variety. We don’t even wear normal underwear anymore. We literally wear bants.
I wonder what ever happened to Dec, you wonder as you watch Ant presenting Britain’s Got Talent solo. You’re suddenly very aware that you haven’t seen him in a while, but Ant has never mentioned where his counterpart has gone. But wait. Ant looks different. The more you stare at his face the more obvious it becomes, but somehow only you can see it. Dec is trapped inside Ant’s massive forehead.
It’s been a long time since Freddos were 10p. A long time. And the price of them is no long a humorous topic used to express faux-indignation at the ever rising cost of living. They are a sad subject now, and it is deemed rude to even bring up the topic of Freddos in good company. Every time your gazes flickers to the £1 label beneath the untouched stack of Freddos at Morrisons, you die a little bit inside, a tear rolls down your cheek.
“Women think of all colours except the absence of colour. I have said that black has it all. White too. Their beauty is absolute. It is the perfect harmony.” ― Coco Chanel
Phryne’s white textured wool crepe overcoat makes several appearances in Series 1 and 2. The single-breasted coat flares slightly from the waist giving it movement, the oversized fur shawl collar oozing the luxury and style we associate with Phryne Fisher. She wears it both with a white felt cloche and a leopard print with feather detail, and white, pale yellow and/or black accessories.
It first appears in The Green Mill Murder (S1, Ep3) in the ‘who dunnit’ reveal at City South towards the end of the episode. The coat contrasts the night club barely-there evening wear of sleek black fringing and sparkling rhinestones. It is warm and elegant and appropriately formal for an interview:
Phryne reveals the modus operandi first to an impressed Jack:
Phryne: See, he’s made modifications here and here.
Jack: I don’t know who has the more fanciful imagination… Rogers for coming up with it, or you for working it out.
Phryne: Jack! Me, obviously.
then nails the perpetrator, Rogers:
In the next episode, Death at Victoria Dock, the coat reappears with black and white accessories, mirroring the surrounds not only of the convent hallways and tiled floors, but the inhabitants themselves:
In Raisins and Almonds S1 Ep5, Phryne wears the coat and hat as she tracks down the relationship between a cottage garden and a deadly poison. The coat with its soft trim and felt cloche blend with the pastel flowers and the painted backdrop of the terrace house.
The outfit is part of the reveal of this episode too:
- as Phryne reveals a little more of herself to Jack:
- and Jack reveals a little of himself to Phryne:
Jack: I went to war a newlywed.
Phryne: But you came home.
Jack: Not the man my wife married… 16 years ago.
Phryne: War will do that to you.
Jack: My wife’s been living with her sister for some time now. But a marriage is still a marriage, Miss Fisher.
Phryne: Especially to a man of honour.
In S1 Ep7, Murder in Montparnasse, the personal intrudes but this time it is Phryne who must divulge something of her life. She wearsthe white hat and coat as she insinuates her way into an investigation of a motor vehicle accident that ultimately leads to memories of a very painful episode in her past.
Her light-hearted response to Hugh’s recreation of the scene of the crime has Jack too letting down his usual reserved guard.
The following scene shows the pair maintaining comfortable rapport.
As in Green Mill, the white coat provides a stark contrast to the later scene in the restaurant where Phryne wears all black, perhaps a symbol of the darkness of the abusive past relationship - and Jack and Phryne’s rapprochement continues…
Flowers and revelations recur when Phryne wears the outfit in Queen of the Flowers, S1 Ep9.
Jane’s mother reveals her presence, with devastating impact on both the surrogate mother and Jane:
The image above shows the detail on the cloche, bronze floral motifs with hand-painted beading, so appropriate for episodes with flowers as thematic trope.
Phryne wears the outfit to her appointment in the hall where the flower maidens are preparing for their festival performance, and we see the line and fall of the coat. But not for long.
Phryne removes hat, coat and gloves to ensure the girls in her care are better prepared to face an, at times, hostile world than finishing lessons can provide:
Phryne: And I wish I could have taught Kitty something more useful than dancing or deportment or etiquette. …Take your coats off, ladies, and I’ll show you.
Jack too appreciates what she shows them:
Then on to Season 2, Episode 8, The Blood of Juana the Mad.
Phryne wears the coat with the leopard print cloche and feather corded detail, and black accessories - gloves, bag and shoes. Her outfit here appears too, to pay homage to the surrounds and the dress regulations of those within the medical faculty.
Her estrangement from Jack is most marked at the beginning of the episode with some settings foreshadowing a later resumption of more harmonious relations.
Their exchange highlights the tension between the two - Jack determined to separate himself both personally and professionally from Phryne as he realises he can no longer isolate each of the two facets of their relationship; Phryne on the other hand believes they can and should.
Jack: I know Dr MacMillan is an old friend, but it would be easier if you left me to investigate.
Phryne: Without me? What about the safe? You couldn’t have opened that without me.
Jack: Not as easily.
Phryne: Or the blood trail.
Jack: Not as quickly.
Phryne: What about Hugh? I helped him to…
Jack: Helped what?
Phryne: Do you really want me to go?
Jack: I don’t want you to go. I need you to go. Please go home.
Phryne: Very well. Sayonara.
Phryne, in profile and framed by pillars, provides the third figure in the stained glass panelling after Jack’s exit.
Fortunately the episode ends with them in tandem - so to speak - on a motorbike, and there’s more talk of what the future might hold:
Jack: I think we’re more of a waltz, Miss Fisher.
Phryne: Not a tango? A good waltz is slow, and close.
Jack: I’ll try to stay in step, all the same.
And that’s the last of the beautiful white coat although the colour, style and trim may well be a presage of another scene or two with another white coat… but that would be another post!
What are art hoe clothing essentials? I know it's like striped shirts, yellow cardigans, and stuff. I feel like an idiot for asking but yeah (-:
no no don’t! I’m not the “typical” art hoe if that’s what people call it but I can maybe give u some help?
»mom jeans (distressed or not)
»boyfriend jeans (distressed or not)
»thick knit cardigans and sweaters
»jean jacket w/ pins (maybe?? idk)
»mustard coloured things
»jeans w/ paint splatters
»big, baggy, thrifted t-shirts
»oversized, collared button ups with tights
»high waisted denim shorts
»birks (I personally don’t think they’re worth it but go for it if u like them)
»platform shoes (heels maybe?) in white or black
»long fall coats
»stripes (like u said)
»art socks (my advice is don’t buy the Frida Kahlo ones bc I really don’t think she’d like it but that’s just me)
stuff that’s not exactly very “art hoe” but that I would wear (this is just for inspo):
-light, small-printed floral skirts
-flowy short shorts
-plain black & plain white tees (pun intended)
-off the shoulder (crop) tops
-crochet net cardigan (hard to describe, but if u want I’ll post a pic)
-fitted (ish) combat boots
-army green flowy pants (also hard to describe, but I can post a pic)
-lightweight dresses (possibly w/ a sheer bit or a collar)
-plain black highwaist skirt
-cropped spaghetti strapped tank tops
-and you’re never fully dressed w/o a smile☺️
Our hearts break as we get a great view of this truly awesome jacket. Its got weight and texture and a very flattering oversized collar. J looks very put together as he comes undone.
“If you just do stuff and nothing happens, what’s it all mean?”
This is the moment Jesse’s outlook on life, on existence, is verbalised for us. I’ve tried to do some readings to tackle this one…Nietzsche, Camus, Sartre, even crusty old Heidegger, but I haven’t found what I was looking for (does anyone, ever?). So I’m going to freestyle this shit & apologies in advance.
This line is like the moral equivalent of ‘if a tree falls in the woods and no one hears it, does it make a sound?’ - I’m sure that is a terrible equivalency, but it takes me where I want to go. J’s trouble is that he expects judgement and punishment to fall upon him from others in the world since he has broken both the law of his land and his own moral philosophy. But, there have been no external consequences: no imprisonment by the state and no punishment from Gus (scare tactics notwithstanding). So, is an act still wrong if there is no judgement?
If you believe in an objective, universal morality then the answer is certainly yes. A Christian would believe Jesse will get his when he’s zapped down into the depths of Hell. But, Jesse ain’t religious. He’s a moral relativist, meaning his understanding of what is right and wrong is subjective to his own experience. I see J as essentially Nietzschian and we are privy to the edges of his moral philosophy quite often in the series. We know he’s against harming children or involving them in criminal pursuits - this is a hard and fast Jesse commandment. Selling drugs he qualifies with to whom they are sold. Mothers? Okay if you’re a hooker and I haven’t met your son (Wendy) but not cool if I’ve met your son (Andrea). Recovering addicts? He was okay with it but seems to have changed his mind. Selling drugs to everyone else? Not a problem! What about generalised stealing, like say from your employer? Totally okay. Dude is pretty down for greed and lust if we want to get traditional with our sins. But, murder…J’s not entirely sure. He’s into wrath/vengeance as this is one of his greatest flaws (more on that another time) and at one point thinks he’s fine with murder under this condition. But, in the contrived us vs. them scenario of murdering Gale, Jesse falls to his conscience. Still, we opened this episode with him practicing murder. He’s a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma if I ever saw one.
Although he is confessing in this scene, he’s is also pleading for punishment. When the NA leader validates his wrongdoing, he escalates the stakes by confessing again. He needs consequences. His outlook on the world is in chaos without them. Without punishment, he has no choice but to restructure his moral code. It’s his only chance to alleviate his guilt.
Okay, listen self. We aren’t going to do this. Not again. We are /not/ going to add the Cowboy Bebop song ‘Rain’ to our character’s soundtrack. We’ve done if for, like, that last twenty. There are rules, mores, senses of propriety. After a while it just starts to lose all…*organ music starts*
*pops oversized collar, lights up crumpled cigarette while looking over shoulder. the heavens open up. A single petal falls into a puddle, mixing with blood*
his outfit is. incredibly complicated. he wears his patched up mask, an oversized tan collared shirt and copper tie, copper shorts, white socks, brown slip-on shoes, and a work apron. he has a few tools strapped onto it alongw ith a pouch of some sort, and his warriors of hope symbol is superimposed onto the front, and is branded on the handle of each tool. his pin is on his breast. he also wears a neato backpack of some kind…with a symbol and stuff on it? it appears to be cream colored.
with his mask off, he has short, mousy brown hair in a bowlcut.
Do you have any winter clothing combinations of any kind? Like coats or scarves, maybe bottoms if you can manage? I get cold very easily, so light stuff is appreciated as well, but heavier stuff is kind of preferred. Thank you in advance!!!