We really need to take note of the passing of John Hughes.
It was the 1980s. I raided the thrift store for men's jackets. I would roll up the sleeves and pair it with capris and flats. My hair was big. My earrings were big. My sister and I ran into Molly Ringwald at Unique, a store on Broadway and 8th. We stalked her for a while as she tried to hide behind her frizzy red hair. I bought my albums — XTC, Morrisey, REM — at Tower Records just down the block.
It's hard to say if we were influenced by Hughes or if he was influenced by us, but, whatever, we loved him. (Nice op-ed by Ringwald about Hughes.)
Question of the Day — What were the best scenes from John Hughes' films? My favorites include, Judd Nelson's turkey pot pie rant in The Breakfast Club, the suburban lawn mower dance in She's Having a Baby, and every Andrew McCarthy scene in St. Elmo's Fire.