Zoe Kurland

In a word, I think probably is the best word.

Today, for example, he's wearing a poncho.

And I assure you, he's pulling it off.

Probably the first thing that people notice about me is what apparel I happen to be wearing at the time.

Shoes, jewelry, it's all there.

I grew up watching my dad use clothes to transform people into characters.

They'd step in front of the trifold mirror under fluorescent fitting room lights.

As they moved, the reflective panels multiplied their bodies to infinity, making them into mythical multi-limbed creatures.

And then he would slice them into pieces with his measuring tape, searching for golden ratios, 28, 23, 27, or 41, 35, 40.

Finally, he'd reconstruct them via textile, giving them contours they didn't come into the room with.

As a kid, sitting in the corner of the fitting room, I witnessed this transformation over and over again.

My dad designed the costumes for some very iconic movies.

My Best Friend's Wedding, Hannah and Her Sisters, Ocean's Eleven, Inception.

But of all of his movies, I have one very clear favorite.

The movie came out in the year 2000, but I didn't see it until a decade later.

I was 15, curled up on the couch at a friend's house.

So, it kills people.

Erin Brockovich.

For the uninitiated, the movie stars Julia Roberts as Erin, a dogged, whip-smart, foul-mouthed paralegal who helps a small desert town in California take on an energy company that's poisoning their water.

Would you mind if I investigate this a little further?