Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts

Thursday, March 22, 2012

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.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Dreaming of Bridesmaids and Dresses

I played a 'Bridesmaid' once in a photo shoot.  


And then I fainted.  
But don't worry I stayed coherent long enough for them to get a few shots.  And yes, in these photos my head was going to be cut out in the final edit.  


I've really had Bridesmaids on my mind and 'No,' not this kind:


But speaking of a hilarious movie, I wonder which one I would be?



Yeah, I agree:



My hot friend Bek, who reminds me of Aishwarya Rai,
finally asked me to be her bridesmaid.  I've been waiting for this question since I was a little girl.




To get in the mood I've been looking at my favorite bridesmaids photos.  






These are my far my favorite bridesmaid dresses but I'm not sure this is the look Bek is going for on her big day:


Needless to say, I cannot wait.  

Even if she puts me in a potato sack, I cannot wait.


And here's hoping the groomsmen look like this:

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.