When I was about seven years old, during the rise of home video players, my father announced we were getting a Betamax. (“The quality is unbelievable!”) While my friends boasted weekly windfalls of VHS releases, our family alternated between meager rental selections in town or a Beta mecca located 45 minutes away. Thankfully, my parents were kind enough to spring for HBO and I was granted a small allocation of blank tapes with which to record (and re-record) my heart’s desire. Pee Wee’s Big Adventure and Ghostbusters were held sacred, with The Making of Sports Illustrated 25th Anniversary Swimsuit Issue coming in a close third (for the art
). My mother’s blank tapes featured typical mom fare of foreign films
and complicated adult dramas
. Little then did I realize - while scouring her selections for nudity - that one of her choices would captivate my attention and continue to influence my life nearly 30 years later. That magical movie? Working Girl.
Aside from Sigourney Weaver’s incredible performance as Katherine Parker, or Harrison Ford at his swooniest, Melanie Griffith as the scrappy, underestimated Tess McGill taught me to think outside the box and look for inspiration from every possible resource. I promptly began filling journals with clippings from newspapers and magazines, archiving everything from celebrity profiles to witty New Yorker columns. Someday I would mastermind my very own Trask radio acquisition. Perhaps that day has finally come with this newsletter. I’ll let you be the judge. In the meantime, I leave you with these words of wisdom:
Dress shabbily, they notice the dress. Dress impeccably, they notice the woman.