A Treasury Of… Minneapolis Fashion and Interior Design Blog

…is another man’s treasure, they say.

Around 1993, though not much before that, and not much after, Melrose Place was the best sort of trash, and Laura Leighton’s performance as sad-sack Sydney Andrews on the night time soap was the truest sort of treasure.

To be clear – the recent 90210 remake isn’t trash, its just God-awful garbage. But this man, for one, is hoping this fall’s made-over MP, and Sydney’s resurrection on it will yield some treasurable trash once again.

On a rare lazy day in bed over Christmas I flipped across the last 3 or 4 episodes of the Band of Brothers mini-series on TV. A few months later I came across the middle 3 or 4 installments. Now I’ve been reading the source book by Stephen E. Ambrose, yearning for myself a life where heroism involves something more noble than finding Common Projects shoes at $100 off.

I’ll have to get my heroism vicariously for now, it seems. The entire Brothers mini-series is running on the History Channel this holiday weekend so I’ll finally be able to see how it all started. I’m excited to see the base training scenes at last. I know from my reading now that those men trained for nearly two years before ever being dropped into combat. Just imagine!

Looking ahead, The Pacific a companion WWII mini-series also produced by the Brothers team and HBO is set to air in March 2010. I’m gonna watch that one right away and in order. Mark my words.

Produced just a few years before my time, I had never but heard of the 70s super-heroine TV series The Secrets of Isis until last summer.

After working its way up my Netflix queue the past ten months, the first disc of the program has arrived at last. Wonder Woman and Charlie’s Angels were my very first favorite programs, but neither Diana Prince nor Sabrina Duncan wore such nerd-de-licious eyewear or hung around hunks with such foxy facial hair. So it’s quite possible Isis might turn out to be my TV show soulmate.

Having peeked at the adorkable opening credits sequence on YouTube, I realized how glad I am for having come of age when one’s own imagination was still required to buy into the fiction of our filmed fantasies.

All the spot-on CGI effects we’re spoon-fed today seems to make make-believing a lot less human.

In 9th grade, this scene represented everything I wished for my life at the time: tearful tension, three part harmony, and teenage love triangles.

What creeps over the sofa right after this clip cuts off I probably could’ve lived without, though. Freaky…

Was the day that Laura Palmer died. 

After that, everything got really interesting…