Amanda Keller is the host of a brilliantly named Aussie TV show called, I kid you not, Mongo Thingo. And that pairing of words -- or "words," since I'm not entirely sure either one actually counts for real in that category -- is the best I can think of to describe this getup. It's both totally mongo and a dreadful thingo. She looks like the star of the new ballet The Dirty Harry Suite, which she costumed by borrowing her father's too-big cowboy boots and pairing it with a funeral petticoat. And I'm not sure what that jolly tableau on her handbag signifies -- perhaps it's an image from the emotional climax of the ballet, in which Dirty Harry defies expectations by creating a literal baseball farm-league and teaching all the local urchins to hit a fastball.
Editor's note: Apparently the show is called Mondo Thingo, not Mongo, which makes more sense. However, in my heart, it will always be Mongo, and it will always drift through my head with the sound of Cleavon Little chirping, "Candygram for Mongo," accompanied by an ensuing image of Amanda Keller turning to the camera lens and saying in a growly man-voice, "Mongo like candy," and, later, "Mongo only pawn in game of life." Because really, that's what the show should have been, and I will now mourn the lost possibilities.
