Dreamy Halloween Costumes: Couples Edition

So I finally have a permanent Halloween Costume partner and it turns out that this guy hates to dress up for Halloween.  It was like pulling teeth to get him to dress up as Alvie Singer to my Annie Hall.  

Oh, Woody and Diane did it so much better - but at least I got the wrinkles down for authenticity.  

Halloween was always my favorite holiday and one I took tres seriously as you can see HERE, HERE and HERE.  But my legal domestic companion will only dress up if it requires minimal effort. 

You'd think that Lisbeth Salander and 

Mikael Blomkvist would be a perfect fit. . . 

He could dress Scandinavian minimal and I could dress like a punk rock little boy, but, alas, he nixed this idea.

Then there's the obvious:

But he's not a fan of Frida and absolutely HATES Diego (I've told him too many stories, maybe).  I didn't tell him that our engagement photos were an homage to them (by the way, he hated putting his hand on my shoulder like I was property but I was art directing and that's exactly the look I wanted).  

So then I decided to pull from history, cool looking 1960s history, of course.  Like Serge and Jane.  Granted I can't pull off bangs like Jane Birkin (trust, I cut some last week) but I would LOVE to see Hubbo in one of Serge Gainsbourg's suits.

 He said absolutely not, no one would know we were in costume (I offered to carry a basket and he still refused!).

OK, fine, but EVERYONE knows Liz Taylor and Richard Burton.

It's crazy that Richard's smoking on his wedding day DURING the wedding photos.  Crazy amazing!  

You KNOW I already have all the flowers and wire to make her wedding 'veil,' but guess what . . .he said 'No.'

And he said 'No' to Talitha and John Paul Getty (in Morocco, of course).  I didn't even mention her heroin overdose!  

His main argument was, surprise!, that no one would know who we were.  Maybe they wouldn't but I would and I would love to see him draped in robes.  

Ok, fine, maybe people wouldn't recognize all those people but SURELY, SURELY he would agree on Mick and Bianca.

If we stuck to their wedding day attire and I kept a dour look on my face because my husband-to-be had just given me a prenuptial agreement, then EVERYONE would know who we were . . . 

He disagreed.

I got more of a reaction when I suggested Jack and Wendy 

from the Shining but I think the idea of me in overalls 

made him finally say no to that one as well.   

Well if movies were his jam, then Only Lovers Left Alive 

would be my first choice.  

Especially if I could wear this gorgeous caftan

This was a strong 'NO!' from him.  He argued that for SURE no one would know who we were.  'They would if we were in New York,' I grumbled.  


OK, maybe Jim Jarmusch wasn't huge in Austin but you know Wes Anderson is.  And, with Tilda on my mind and a desire to dress like a Golden Girl I suggested Madame D. and M, Gustave from The Grand Budapest Hotel.  

He counted with Zero and Agatha and I was shocked!  This would require a costume on his part.  Excited, I started to plan our outifts.  Then Hubbo told me, in reality he probably wouldn't do it.  Well, I guess I'm glad he's honest.

Maybe I can trick him into this at the last minute:

Dream Movie Wardrobe - French Edition

Ah, I love documenting movies for their wardrobe.

Who cares if the photos aren't as sharp and it takes forever?

Charlotte Gainsbourg in 'I Do' (or 'Prête-moi Ta Main') is a study in French-Girl-Crush-Perfection.

Look One:

A worn in, strategically cut-up American shirt.

Paired with even more well-worn denim cut-offs.

What could improve this look?

Oh I don't know, 

how about a leather belt 

clearly made in Texas?

 

So American yet so not at the same time.

But wait - there's more:

burgundy over-the-knee socks!

Skinny, little Charlotte, you are killing me!

Look Two:

Her delicate rolled up blouse is so effortless.

And her scruffy side swept hair is a dream.

 She makes me want to wear jeans.

Look Three:

It looks simple enough.  

Cap-sleeved t-shirt, wide belt and jeans.

Then she turns around and all of a sudden:  

Sexy!

And skinny.

Then a dramatic scene in the movie reveals:

A chain-linked detail on the sleeve!

Best plot twist ever.

But this is the look that keeps on giving.

The night ends and she throws 

on a comfy but not slobby sweater.

Look Four:

Jeans, black suede boots and a slouchy bag.

And a perfectly well-constructed coat.  

 So lovely.  You know it fits likes a glove and was probably hand-sewn by soft hands

Look Five:

This white dress drove me crazy.

 So subtle yet like everything else French, 

insanely sexy.

But not too sexy.

Look Six:

I know military coats have been done but I want this.  

I love when movie characters recycle their wardrobe throughout the course of a film.  

It makes everything a bit more believable.  

Except, I will never believe this one. . .

. . . would date this guy: 

 But let's get back to this coat.

Even the detail of the sleeve made me swoon.

Dream Decade Misstep

Ah, the 90s.

You took us out of the horrid 80s and stripped us of our garish colors and bad fabrics (don't be mislead, 80s Redux of today is NOT the real 80s that we all lived through).

But then you also made women look like lesbians.

My college years were filled with pixies hair cuts, men's flat front trousers, concert T's and no dates.  I have not attempted to scan my college-year photos (mostly because I scrap-booked them and its hard to scan a 12"X12" page) to show you but trust me - they captured the 90s perfectly and justified my mom's theory that her daughter did not like boys.

To prove my point I turn to the 1998 film Sliding Doors.  It was made at the end of the decade but Gwyneth was really behind in that haircut so you can watch it and think, 'This is totally 1995.'

Calvin Klein did her wardrobe and it was spot-on.

The best part was, as women, we thought we looked hot.  And by 'best' I mean ironically sad.