Ask anyone on the street what she thinks when she hears stripes, and nine times out of ten, she'll answer Beetlejuice, mimes, and/or old-timey prisoners. But if you said plaid, then he'd answer Scots, schoolgirls, and Christmas. (It's not lost on me that the "she" changed to a "he" just in time for the schoolgirls.) So two prints, two worlds, one dark and dangerous and the other straight from Norman Rockwell. Still, both are undeniably classics. And here I am in both, in one outfit at the same time. (Yes, that's a lipstick shooting up from the dead plant. Apparently, makeup brightens more than faces.)
If that doesn't say here comes trouble, then I don't know what does.
No, wait. I do. It's Beetlejuice wearing a kilt and brandishing a Christmas tree.
Damn you, Michael Keaton. You win every time.