In elementary school I had this really over the top girly-girl friend named Lisa. Ten year old Lisa lived and breathed glamour. She had a queen sized water bed, a closet stuffed with pastel leggings, and the only music I ever remember us listening to was Madonna. Lisa was into Madonna at a level I did not know existed, and one I never saw again until I moved to Chicago and met my friend Miguel. Lisa was even Madonna for Halloween one year, which her parents happily co-signed.

One summer weekend Lisa's family invited me to go on a camping trip with them. I didn't really like camping but I didn't want to miss out on a fun weekend at the lake with Lisa. So I packed my duffel and off we went. Camping with Lisa, as it turned out, was a totally different experience than the whole sleeping on the ground in a tent thing, which was how my family did it. In Lisa's world, "camping" meant stretching out in her parents' luxurious RV, eating Fruit by the Foot and watching video tapes. Now
this was camping. It was during this magical weekend that I was introduced to the 1989 cult classic
'Troop Beverly Hills.'
I'm not saying it's a great movie. I'm not even saying that it's all that good. I am saying that it is a Shelly Long vehicle celebrating the materialistic exploits of tween girls and their parents wherein everyone grows a heart of gold at the end. Kind of like a super terrible prequel to Clueless. And the costumes are really something. That is what this (obs pic-heavy) post is all about.
Meet Vicki, Shelly Long's character's best friend. She is a best-selling romance novelist, and for some reason she always wears leopard or cheetah prints. To underscore her overflowing sexual nature? I can't be sure about that. Vicki is my favorite character, probably because she's a writer and is constantly narrating into a hand held tape-recorder. She often growls things like "rising manhood" into her recorder. In a PG movie aimed at kids! Amazing.
I'm not even going to post every outfit that Shelly long wears, there are far too many. In this scene she is at Cartier, kissing a frog made of diamonds.
She wears a lot of hats. Oh yeah, and she smokes throughout the movie. There is no "I quit smoking" lesson learned at the end here. She just smokes, via a long skinny red cigarette holder. That's it. It was the late eighties, so everyone kind of gets a pass, on smoking and hats too.
The costumes for this film were designed by none other than Theadora van Runkle, whose credits also include The Godfather Part II, Mame, and Bonnie and Clyde.
Yes! Here's Vickie again whipping out her trusty recorder while wearing animal prints.
Oh, I should probably tell you what this movie's about. Shelly Long plays Phyllis, a Beverly Hills wife who takes over her daughter's Girl Scout-like troop. She has the uniforms altered by her tailor to make it more fashionable.
Phyliss's candy apple red manicured nails on her jewel-encrusted fingers are hard to miss.
I think an old Barbie doll of mine had an outfit like this. I imagine those pants would be really hard to walk in should the slightest breeze occur. Think of the drag it would create.
Speaking of taking drags, here Phyllis salutes while holding her ciggie and Louis Vuitton day planner in one hand.
Phyllis in court.
Phyllis at home.
Miu Miu S/S '10 inspiration, I presume?
This bitch! Here's Vicki again doing what she does best.
We are nearing the end so here's a few more of Vicki being gorgeous.
You get one guess as to what she's doing in that last photo (other than being glamourous). Don't think too hard.
This was always my favorite dress. Phyllis looks like a half melted double scoop of sherbet and bubblebum ice cream. Delicious.
Now if you'll excuse me, for some reason I am craving cigarettes and hats.