This was, by far, the most fantastically silly, hilariousy and ironic dress ever worn to a silly ceremony that by-and-large rewards mediocrity. Think of how deftly it packed a myriad of cultural associations and hierarchies of value into one sartorial (ok, sartorial only by virtue of actually being worn, otherwise it was a costume, pure and simple) statement. It questioned vanity, beauty, and the plumage of fame.
Perfect, no?
The reason I thought of this is the woman who wore it, the pixie Bjork whose song, Aeroplane, has been swirling through my head as I prepare to board one along with kiddies en route to TLV.
Return to sender, ladies.
Here is the song, for your Nostalgia Friday enjoyment - it first came out around 1994... how time flies:
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