Olive Oyl--bony damsel of a singular outfit--is a fashion icon and the muse of Moschino. Her 'icon' doesn't hinge on clothes (nor does it rely on her pickle nose and grasshopper limbs)but on her joie-de-vivre: "Let's live," she says to Popeye, unaware of her own appeal. And have you seen her feet? They're big. Her feet are funny.
Today, she is the prototype for the tall, skinny and awkwardly feminine--a sunny alternative to the oppressively hot Jessica Rabbit. Olive Oyl stands for vivacity the way Arthur's immortal yellow sweater stands for middle-class mediocrity.
-Your nice friend, Stela