Hey guys! 1996 here. I don’t know what you were doing at the exact moment this picture was being taken, but I know I was probably skipping out of Calculus, on my way to 7-11, listening to Weezer in my friend’s older brother’s Volvo. 

What I was not doing was chilling in a grey velour-upholstered limousine in a flirty plaid casual blazer and sensible business pumps looking like a cheerful, redheaded, oval-glasses-wearing BOSS.

The irony is that this looks suspiciously like Vancouver out the window there so who knows, maybe that’s us in the car.


Of course it’s illogical for [Claire] to be in heels in the jungle. She never intended to go in the jungle. And if she was in flats, that would…that would be a cheat, you know, that would be something where it’s like, ‘She managed to get her hands on some flats.’ No, no, no, Claire never thought she was going to end up traipsing through the jungle, let alone outrunning a T. rex…Of course, she wouldn’t have sensible footwear on. She worked in an office and that’s how she dressed.


I have these filed under “Gillian experiments with the wardrobe from In Living Color,” although a friend suggested the equally appropriate “Blossom on steroids”.

Also, I like to think that this song is playing in the background at both of these shoots.