In 9th grade my theatre teacher directed a production of Romeo and Juliet that he set in the 60s. The Capulets were a pro-Vietnam army family, the Montagues were anti-war hippies, and the show was a disaster. This is the same man who directed/supervised a reimagining of The Crucible that was set during the 1950s. He removed the allegory and called it a good idea, but the final product was so bad that Arthur Miller was probably too busy laughing in his grave to find time to roll in it.
Anyway, in 60’s Romeo and Juliet I was cast as a combination of minor parts that he named CAPULET SON. So, you know, I spoke the lines of unnamed servants and acted like Juliet’s little brother. My theatre teacher gave Juliet a little brother. Also I’m 14 years old in that photo. Believe it.
(I’m sitting on the lap of Capulet Daughter. Montague Daughter is on the right. Texas is weird. Side note, the girl who played Juliet ended up attending Juilliard and is now a successful actress? Good for her.)
Cheetos come to those who believe it. And that’s the way it is.
Is this what eyeliner is for?
Last night someone approached me at a party and was like, “I think we’re wearing the same glasses. Are those Warby Parker Sinclairs?”
“Yes,” I said before turning to find a man wearing the exact shirt I had on.
The long-sleeved polo/grandpa glasses ensemble I debuted in my Fall/Winter collection of 1994 would have been a better wardrobe decision for last night.
One of these photos is from Dorsey’s facebook. The other is me in 3rd grade. I’ll let you guess which is which.