Okay, Americans love movies and we love to look good too, right? I found some lists of favorite movies about style and fashion and, curated a YouTube list of trailers as well (see below). Have fun at the movies and let me know the ones I missed.
10. Natasha Wood at MyLusciousLife.com has a list of over 50 films with a fashion influence going back to Top Hat made in 1935. She does us a favor and whittles that down to her Top Ten which the Audrey Hepburn double slam of Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Funny Face.
11. Stylebop.com’s Fashion director, Leila Yavari, penned a guest blog post at ELLE.com titled 8 of the most inspiring fashion films of all time. Included are Blow-Up, Possession, Heathers, and The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover of which Jean Paul Gaultier was on set.
12. Becca Endicott at Stylecaster shares her thoughts with 50 Movies Every Fashion Lover Should Watch. Bonnie and Clyde and Jean-Luc Godard’s, Breathless, made her list as well as Elizabeth Taylor’s iconic, Cleopatra.
15. Claudia Baroncelli at Swide.com chimed in with her choices of the Ten Best Fashion Movies To Watch with the most recent being 2014’s Yves Saint-Laurent from Jalil Lespert. Robert Altman’s Pret-a-Porter made the cut too and after learning that Sophia Loren, Kim Basinger, and Marcello Mastroianni make cameos, I may have to watch it soon.
21. This is an excellent read from Booth Moore of the LA Times about Turner Classic Movies choices (with a little help from friends, Manolo Blahnik and fellow designer, Todd Oldham, for its favorite fashion films.)
Sean Connery’s James Bond in a terry cloth jumper – deduct 007 cool points now.
23. Fabulous Muses crafted a list of their Ten Best Fashion Movies with a mention of Karl Lagerfeld Confidential which was culled from over three hundred hours of film. Coco Before Chanel and Diana Vreeland – The Eye Has To Travel are here too.
24. Styleite.com mentions one of my favorites, The Untouchables, along with All About Eve, Double Indemnity, and Marilyn Monroe’s, The Seven Year Itch among its 18 Iconic Fashion Movies on Netflix.
Wow; I just read an article from a new Atlanta firm’s blog (Automotive Ventures) about the results from a recent Edmunds.com survey of 1,000 of our fellow U.S. citizens that said instead of haggling over sex for a month, twenty percent said they’d rather give up intimate relations for thirty days than do the back-and-forth song-and-dance routine i.e. “haggle” of buying a car. The report also stated that 83% of those surveyed preferred not to haggle….83%!!
“You gotta go through him!” We had an episode at an Atlanta Volvo dealer where we had tried to buy a burgundy 740 off the showroom floor in the early nineties. Our salesman, Jim, as part of his breaking down the barriers banter decided to tell me how his dear old granddad, Horste, had lived to be 95 years of age by surviving off of mostly potatoes with the side effect of having hellacious gas that no amount of a Maalox and Tums cocktail could cure. I wondered what Jim talked about with people he was really comfortable with. I had to get out of his office. Why did he keep a box of Alpine Mist air fresheners (XXXXXL) next to his desk? Maybe he wanted to make sure every car smelled like the Chattahoochee National Forest after a summer rain and before the marijuana farmers had sprayed for bugs but I think ole Jim wore one as a necklace-of-last-defense since he was trying to outlive granddad and the other dealership employees addressed him as “Spud” while suspiciously avoiding his personal space by remaining at least a good 740’s length away.
Anyway, negotiations reached a stall over the pride of Sweden and as we were leaving to visit Hennessy Lexus, Jim pointed to a mustached man who was sitting on what appeared to be a small wooden throne (Dinklage?) overlooking the showroom and threatened, “You’ll have to go through him if you’re goin’ to get a better deal!” This fellow was the owner and he looked as hard at me as Wyatt Earp did when he threw Billy Bob Thornton on his ear in Tombstone. I said thanks to Jim as he got it in a dig at Lexus as being a “gussied-up Toyota” which in the case of the ES250 was pretty much true.
Me whispering to wife: “uh, don’t say that, he can hear you. Every car out here is bugged. Don’t make eye contact! Look Tom Selleck with no shirt, a full bottle of Coppertone, and a twinkle in his eye!”
“A Small-Town Boy Living in a Lexus World” This visit to Hennessy would mark the second time we’d visited them to look at a ride. The first time we couldn’t reach an agreement on price on a used ES250 however our salesman, Ted, was professional and negotiations were not contentious. We were just too far apart to make it work…like $2,500 or so. This time, we ended up buying a Jade Green Metallic ES250…the gussied up Toyota that did have an impressively heavy hood and a safety feature that was supposed to do something crazy with the engine in the event of a front-end crash: push it down to keep it from coming in the cabin. That did sound safe to me. Who wants an hot engine riding shotgun?
At the time our salesman, Fast Eddie, mentioned this feature, it sounded like something a responsible adult (I was faking it) would want for his hot blond wife but it was probably just hype…and the recognition that my blood sugar was low and I would sign anything if my wife wanted it and if the purchase would lead to more conjugal relations. She did want the car….and which she had verbalized loudly enough so Fast Eddie could hear while we did a walk-around. (Me whispering to wife: “uh, don’t say that, he can hear you. Every car out here is bugged. Don’t make eye contact! Look Tom Selleck with no shirt, a full bottle of Coppertone, and a twinkle in his eye!”) Eddie and my service writer, Tony, are still there….good people.
“If you’ll buy the Explorer right now, I’ll…” The worst we were ever treated was in the month leading up to buying the Lexus from Fast Eddie. We went to see our local Ford dealer in Stone Mountain. We wanted to sniff around an Explorer up close but the only problem was our salesman…and the fact that he was an idiot. This guy would only unlock the doors to the SUV if we agreed to purchase it before we even were allowed in the rare air of it’s leather-clad cabin.
After determining that he was serious, we got back in our red 300ZX (we were slumming with black cloth) and left the lot. After word got back to the dealership owner through a friend who knew him, we were offered the opportunity to be picked up and driven back to the dealership where we could test drive whichever Explorer we wanted for the weekend. Thanks, but no. That couldn’t have been the first time that had happened to potential buyers there. Seriously, agree to a deal and then you can sit in it? Gotta see this with from Jay Leno’s Garage about a 1966 Dodge Coronet with a 426 c.i. Hemi engine (one of 732 built with the 426 Hemi that year):
Cars: the Teenage Years 1. a brown 1973 Toyota Celica with a stick shift that was my Mama’s car. It had a little oil leak (didn’t every car…at least all of ours did) and Dad wanted to sell it for something else. These had a nice look and are still popular.
2. a red Vega with oversize tires and fan-blade type flat silver rims pimpin’ to make me forget how slow 43 horsepower could move but not quit forget that Neil Young was right and rust doesn’t sleep…it’s also faster to sixty mph than the Vega.
3. a dark brown 73 Mustang with headers and no muffler. My high school girlfriend, Amy, was so ashamed she curled up in the fetal position in the front seat to avoid recognition toolin’ around town. .
4. a Honda Accord hatchback with a stick-shift and black interior…very reliable but somehow my brother managed to pull the front bumper off just taking a jaunt to Wally Mart.
5. My car when I left college – an 86 Chevy Camaro 6 cylinder…candy apple red with oversize tires and shiny chrome rims to make up for the lack of horsepower. Another underwhelming Chevy needing more umph. Sad to say, this becomes a recurring life theme.
“Preach on Sunday, sell on Monday.”
My bi-vocational preacher Dad also sold cars during the week. He did this for ten years in Statesboro, Georgia. He started selling Toyotas and eventually sold Fords, Chryslers, and Chevys too before he decided to get into a profession that people respected more than car salesman. Dad got a license to sell life insurance, of course. Nevertheless, he was a car nut and would entertain us by reading the want ads and providing color commentary on what people were asking for their rides.
Our always grinning dentist bought a red Porsche 911 after a few years of filling every tooth of the Cap’n Crunch-only-on-Saturdays eating fools known as the Conley Boys (me and my brother.) My Mama is an awesome cook and made a big Southern breakfast of grits and gravy and country ham and sausage and pancakes about every day except Saturdays but at some point I think my Dad was suspicious that our Happy, Happy Dentist was putting fillings on top of fillings.
Fluoride-treated water hadn’t made it to the great state of South Georgia yet so I couldn’t use that excuse when we would walk practically nekkid into Wal-Mart wearing only obscene-when-sweat-soaked, white basketball shorts, a sticky coating of dust, 95% humidity-laden sweat, and Honey Bun crumbs laced with Georgia’s own Coca-Cola, and that Red Porsche 911-Buying Killer Smile to pick up more 10w-30 Quaker State for the wore-out-from-the-factory Murray red riding 36 inch lawn mowers that couldn’t handle cutting all that arse-high bahaigrass that for some reason always seemed to be waiting for us as our reward for being the low bidders. (I don’t remember anybody ever accusing me of being smart…or outbidding us either…which explains way too much.)
Dad reminded us of how he had paid for the rear end of that 911 every time we drove by our Happy Family Dentist’s office. Hey, I liked our dentist. Dr. NO (Nitrous Oxide) didn’t mind cranking that Feelin’ Groovy gas up to 14 and I wasn’t paying the bill. Plus, he deserved a Porsche if he had to deal with looking at people who had to settle for eating Count Chocolat in their Honey Comb Hideouts on Saturdays since we’d already bought out all of the Capn’s best Crunch from southern icons Piggly Wiggly and Winn Dixie. Being a small town, when somebody listed an unusual car, we might know the owner.
There was one Ferrari 308 in town that a doctor owned and I’m quite sure that women must have followed him around like Magnum P.I. in his best tight shorts (the only ones he owned) on an off day in Honolulu throwing hundred dollar bills around and handing out those blue Tiffany boxes to whomever was sufficiently tired of trying to hook up with that other Ultimate TV Kool Kop, McGarrett aka Jack Lord. There was a Rolls Royce that some rich guy in the neighborhood next to ours owned. I think he was a doctor too…or maybe he sprayed bugs for weed farmers in the Chattahoochee National Forest. I don’t know.
“I drive a Dodge Coronet 440 Convertible!” My favorite car-buying episodes was one of my first. No, not the one where Dad brought home a bombed-out brown and Bondoed Ford painter’s van that he wanted to clean up and make my first ride. Yeah, baby, a sixteen year-old with a rolling bedroom! Mama listed that illegitimacy-in-waiting wreck in the newspaper herself. Mama Tried, Merle, Mama Tried! Everybody knew these cars but who owned a 1966 Dodge Coronet 440 Convertible listed in the American section? Dad beat me to the phone after reading that it had a 318 c.i. engine. (I was too dumb to drive a 440 cubic inch motor on an open road…or my Papa’s fully stocked cow pasture.)
I was in college and could only picture scantily clad co-eds (blondes, brunettes, redheads….I was not picky according to critiques of my dating past by people who would know…i.e. my wife…who insisted I dated plain girls…until she entered my Ring of Unbridled Fire & Desire, of course) fighting over snuggling up next to me, making sultry pouty-mouthed faces at the losers walking around campus, and generally auditioning to be a ZZ Top Video Vixen Alternate or a Hot Girl in Love with Loverboy’s Mike Reno. (Tawny Kitaen, who writhed across Jaguars in Whitesnake’s NC-17 videos and later stabbed Chuck Finley’s size 14’s with her stiletto heel while he was driving, was much too classy, I thought although I did admire how limber she was/is?)
My testosterone was spiking and I was in full-blown hyperventilation mode when we met the owner, a Former Las Vegas Con Man who had after “finding the Lord” according to the article in the local paper (Lord Calvert, maybe?), now traveled doing tent revivals and similar events for “love offerings” (i.e: “guilt tips”). I was lost dreaming in a haze of smoke from the manifold-splattering oil that was sneaking around the perpetually leaking gasket on the red ’75 Vega or was that the smell of hard-earned, income-tax-free lawn mowing money from the new Goodyears (NOT recaps this time, thank you very much) that my brother was burning off as he simultaneously pressed the brakes and gas pedal of my ’73 Mustang while grinning at me from the road in front of the house? That’s alright, I thought. Sand in his Mustang’s gas tank should fix that smile. Dad bought the Dodge for $1,750.
The Man From Vegas prayed over it loud and proud (and long) for it to be a decent car while I suspect his silent pleas to the Lord were to give his former incarcerated self clean sailing to get out of town before the Dodge started falling apart. Within a week, the electric motor for the top went out and I never replaced it.
I left the top down when it was anywhere approaching sunny or into the fifties and would even park it in the Georgia Southern student section and go to class. Nobody ever bothered my 100 watt Kenwood speakers that were laying in the back floor so I could rock out while I was cruising listening to The Outfield, U2, The Alarm, and AC/DC. I was trusting and any would-be thieves probably figured there was nothing worth stealing in an old ride like that. And, who would be dumb enough not to lock their car? Uh, guilty, I guess.
When Dad decided that we (re: he) would paint the car it’s original yellow instead of the flat tan that it was, the painter called in disbelief with the news that someone had used house paint on the car. This was apparently a laughably bad idea no matter what kind of deal one got at Sherwin Williams and was much harder and more expensive to remove than auto paint. Anyway, he got it prettied up and I never had as much fun in a car.
The wife got the Bacon Burger and enjoyed it. I took a bite and it was quite tasty. The appetizer we chose was the Tostada Chips & Fire-Grilled Corn Guacamole. It has a little kick and was so good that we ordered it every time too. The only complaint was the chips were too thin to hold up the heavy dip.
The service at the take-out was fine every time…smiles for the most part. They give you a heavy duty paper bag with plenty of napkins and utensils…and the food is packages neatly.
An no, I don’t work there or have any friends that do either. On one of our recent trips to the same location I ordered the fried shrimp. They may have taken it off the menu by now as I don’t see it as an option to order online.
There was no problem with the temperature but the shrimp were puny and were covered with too much batter. I’m guessing that it was about a 3:1 ratio of batter to shrimp in volume. Anyway, it was quite a disappointing meal. Nothing wrong with the service though. Our waiter and server were both fans of one of my favorite bands, Led Zeppelin, as evidenced by the tattoos that they both wore. In fact, one of the Roycrofters, a local jam band, was our waiter.
If you go and walk around the outdoor mall where our Chili’s is you will probably like it. The name is The Shoppes of Webb Gin. The sidewalks allow plenty of room and it’s always neat and tidy around the parking lot. There’s a nice mix of stores with the Barnes and Noble bookseller being the closest merchant to the Chili’s.
I included a few photos of what The Shoppes look like. If you go, I trust that you’ll have as much fun as I do.
John Conley, Linda Conley, Mark Conley, and Bob Conley at The Beaver House in Statesboro, Georgia
Man, was I stuffed and my bro even ate more than I did. How many times has that been said at The Beaver House over the years?
Yesterday, I made a quick run down to Statesboro to pick up a brand new order of notebooks from Randy Lewis at Lewis Color. This is embarrassing but I got lost leaving Waynesboro. Instead of taking 25 going south to Millen, I took another turn off the bypass at Waynesboro and after a couple of more turns ended up in Sardis. My, navigation system (aka my wife) was on the phone with me while she checked out Google Maps online back at the ranch. Sardis does have police so don’t think you can bust it through there.
The family finally sat down to lunch (here’s the menu) at The Beaver House by about 1:30 p.m. The crowd had thinned out and we had a friendly college girl wait on us. After getting some sweet tea in a real glass, here comes the homemade biscuits, the mashed potatos (and gravy…chicken or steak…I don’t know), green beans, macaroni and cheese, butter beans, and some country fried steak and fried chicken that will give your Mama’s a run for the money, honey.
Mrs. Sue and Clay are cookin’ up this grub everyday. Make sure you’re hungry.
When I was growing up in Statesboro, Hardee’s was a treat (it’s a law that every small town in South Georgia has to have a Hardee’s – look it up). I can remember the smells of the restaurant, the shakes (always strawberry), and the hamburgers had a certain flavor a little different (maybe the sauce?) from McDonalds, Burger Chef, Burger King, Dairy Queen, and Wendy’s. (That was about it for small-town South Georgia hamburger joints.)
I did sample the new Chik-fil-A Spicy Sandwich – it was good and had a little kick to it. I was part of a new promotion but it looked like they weren’t making a big deal of it at the Lawrenceville restaurant.
Every few months, I make the short trek to Thomson, Georgia, from Gwinnett County to meet my folks and leave one of my children for a visit to my childhood home in God’s Country, Bulloch County. We usually meet at the Zaxby’s since everybody likes the food.
This past Saturday, the day was beautiful and sunny. I took my daughter to meet Mama and Dad at the appointed Zaxby’s. When we got there at noon, fifteen or twenty people were already in line…none of them were my parents. It hadn’t been that long since I’d seen them and I think I would have recognized them. We waited about three more minutes and they pulled up in the parking lot. By the time that we got in line, only 3 or 4 people were ahead of us. The line was really moving quickly.
Anyway, we got our order from Christian, the friendly blond behind the counter. Her manager was helping out. She was very nice as well. We didn’t talk to anybody else although I did make four trips back to the counter for the food…then ketchup that I forgot…then a Diet Coke for Dad…then a water bottle that didn’t make it on the tray. I know one brunette that I kept walking by must have thought I was hitting on her…or either she recognized me from the “Don’t Take Checks From This Man” photo on the counter next to the cash register.
Everybody gobbled up their food. My sandwich was good with the perfect amount of Zax Sauce on it. The fries were spot on…not too greasy. Dad acted surprised that he ate all five of his chicken fingers but I don’t know who he thought he was fooling. Mama and my lil’ girl must have enjoyed there Zalads since they didn’t leave hardly a crumb.
I checked the Men’s bathroom; it was clean and tidy. The music was pleasant..some eighties hits.
The Final Verdict is In
This Zaxby’s I’ll give a 9.3 on a 10 scale. The only thing that might could be improved was the room temperature. It was too cool for some patrons who had thrown on coats…in August.
The last several times that I have been in my local Chevy dealer, Maxie Price, I have dealt with Steve Kelly in the Service Department. Steve always remembers my name and he is professional, friendly and he gets the work done with a good attitude. They have a comfortable lounge area too with two big televisions and some seriously bitter coffee if you get there early. Now if I can just save up for a ‘Vette ZR1. You can call him if you want at (678) 527-8058 or (770) 466-4444.
You can even walk around the lot and look at the ‘Vettes and somebody will ask to help you if you need it. The times that they asked me, there was no pressure just a little friendly banter.
Why am I writing this? Because it is unusual to find people that seem like they care if you are a satisfied customer. I think my brother-in-law Steve does. Just kidding, we aren’t related and I never saw him before I met him at Maxie’s.
This past Friday, Steve handled the emissons on my Chevy. Something was wrong with a fuse so they had to fix it but they didn’t charge anything for that. When I was leaving, I dropped my credit card, and drove off without it. I got down the road and realized I’d lost it. Before I could get home, Phil (one of the other service writers) had called to say he found the card and would hold it for me. We had a laugh about how they had just bought pizza for the whole dealership with it. But the laugh was on them since the credit limit is only $100.
Georgia Southern’s online magazine has a cool article about retiring Alumni Relations Director and Mr. GSU, Frank Hook. It’s not often that I’m quoted for anything but when I was contacted last year seeking permission for using my comments regarding Frank helping out an old mutual friend, I was quick to say yes, of course.
I first met Frank when I began playing baseball and football at the Statesboro Recreation Department when I was about ten years of age. I tried basketball for one year and, yes, I couldn’t jump…or shoot…or pass. “Lucky Sevens” has not had a reunion since I graduated from that group in 1973. Of course, the highlight of most of my buddies that year was to see who could put out a fire with his pee. I lost.
Frank just had a way of relating to everybody. He talked to us kids like we were somebody worthwhile and he was positive in his rapport…oh yeah, and he had killer legs. Frank and his brother, Bob (a Rec Department Coach), were both muscular and had plenty of hair…not just on their heads but all over their legs and arms. For a little kid, it was kinda intimidating. What did these guys eat to grow hair like that? Snooky’s buffett, Vandy’s barbeque or Brunswick stew? Maybe it was “Stacy’s Special” at Webb’s Nic Nac Grill. I’ll have to ask.
Statesboro and Georgia Southern have been fortunate to have a man like Frank taking on the responsibilities that he has. Mr. GSU has a lot more powerful, influential, and wealthier friends than me.
However, he took the time to respond to a request from someone who he hadn’t heard from in probably twenty years. An old friend was in a bad spot and Frank’s one of the first people that I thought “he’ll help.” And he did and he will continue to do so because that’s the kind of person he is.