COUNTESS VERA VON LEHNDORFF-STEINORT'S IN THE OLD MANNEQUIN CLOSET AND JACKIE'S IN A BOX UNDER THE FLOOR..... OR IN A JAR......WITH LAUREN HUTTON'S 'SPACER' TOOTH......."GET OUTTA THAT UNDERFLOOR HIDING PLACE AND GET THOSE PANTS AND THAT SKIRT HEMMED TO FASHIONABLE APPROPRIATENESS!"

Viewing Natalie Portman's very Darren Aronofsky-inspired portrait of Jacqueline Kennedy.....as 'Jackie' Kennedy......in Pablo Larraín's Film, JACKIE.......many emotions that I felt, still an 18-year old......even remembering where I was seated and the shoes I was wearing....Pat Boone suedes with inlaid leather dice....."Life Is A Gamble" written on their innersoles...... during Dr. Alexander Marchant's very philosophical history lecture, attended by my entire freshman class.....800, during orientation......and, by mid-term, to be honed to 300 by attrition, by inattention, immaturity and sybaritic social immersion.......As our lecturer was predicting, in 'today''s handing down of Wisdom, based on his familiarity with the perpetual tides of aspirative mediocrity......Two days later, the school was abandoned for disinfecting, as it's cast of 'we know it all, already' students, by habituation and under the boots of cultural and social pressures, both real and perceptual, left for their various holidays of feasting and gift-giving.....seemingly, oblivious to what had happened in Texas, just a few days before.......Watching "JACKIE" jolted my aging memory banks that still seem to be packed with details....both visual and emotional......that were now recombinant chemical restructuring, unconscious constructs....pulling my mind and behavior, conceptualizations and unprocessed Art......as my mind's painting and re-painting the details of memory, that it remain...for reconsideration....for further-processing......even to introduce cautionary avoidance sub-routines like avoiding traveling in a downtown 'street parade', 20 years hence.....looking into the upper windows of Macy's and The Polaris Room for the glint of sunlight on a steel barrel.......Dr. Marchant wept, with a countenance of hopelessness, as he broke from his Nov. 1963 'lecture' to inform the mostly oblivious 'freshmen' of the tragic event..........Why do I remember what I was wearing that day, and where and by whom I sat? I have forgotten, already, entire months of my Life, that my brain has super-glued, re-stitched and edited-for-content; and, I've forgotten, already, what I was wearing 72 hours ago........I remember all those Oleg Cassini pill-box hats that, by the day after Thanksgiving, covered the heads of Jackie mannikins across the World.........The black 'netting' on sculptures at MOMA........The Pink womens' suits with bright red 'accents'.......then, suddenly, Twiggy, in platform heels and a dozen pair of lashes, looks into the camera....her eyes telling us, "'forgetaboutit', have you heard about the Maharishi?" It seems like yesterday, that Saks ditched it's Mod Mannikins for some Veruschkas.... with backorders for 'Lauren Huttons'.......Oh, here are some obsolete models, under the flooring planks! Anyone have their phone? Let's 'get' a photo........