It took me a while…

… to decide whether I should pay homage to Liz Taylor. I’ve never been especially found of her style, and while she has been absolutely gorgeous, I’ve never been very convinced by her fashion sense.

Yet, I was thinking again about what I wrote here bout The Moon is Blue :

“I know of few other movies with so much rhythm while being just a matter of dialogue.”

The main other one I think of is Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?

You can read here a short essay on it, giving this movie the praise it deserves. It takes a truly great actress to pull such a role. If you are lucky enough to never have seen it, rush to see it somewhere!

The whole cast (almost), four nominations and two Oscars

You’re in for the absolute worst row you ever saw in a movie, soaked in alcohol and perverse cruelty, with more rhythm that a Chuck Berry standard.

Taylor and Burton, on screen like in life

So, here’s to the memory of a great actress.

Luis Buñuel may have…

… too deeply impressed my imagination with Belle de Jour, but I find this picture insanely sexual:

The sluttishness of the "Claudine" round collar

 

Update: impossibly cool coincidence?

Inspiration for tonight…

… comes from Preminger’s fabulous The Moon is Blue. I know of few other movies with so much rhythm while being just a matter of dialogue. The pitch is of biblical simplicity. A young girl meets a handsome man, and they spend a rainy night together and they fall for each other. She meets the ex-, and her incredibly charming drunk of a father (David Niven). He meets her rather old school father. What makes this extremely fresh and pleasing is that she’s a kind of Voltaire’s Candide, rational and straightforward, bulldozing her way through the social conventions of the game of love.

Dawn Addams plays there the ex-, a spoiled young bitch unreasonably well dressed. I did what I could to convey this in some captures, but you really want to see this movie.

The dress

With some motion

Incredible texture

… and a coat with a veiled hat you really want to be caught dead in.

The coat

Unfortunately, the heroin is of no sartorial merit worth mentioning. She wears a kimono at some point.

That strict bitch…

… who lives in me almost had a 52-looks continuous orgasm while watching Ralph Lauren’s collection. Sleeker than sleek, blacker than black, with precise touches of saturated color. Ultrafeminine interpretations of menswear. A killing hat. Oh. My.

I can’t really tell you how it makes me feel, but it involves references to inflicting pain on willing toyboys, being a Russian countess in a lost train on the Manchurian border, or something of that sort. The deadly sort.

Look. I effortlessly give you twelve of my favorites, and that would be leaving some out. That’s how good it was.

If looks could kill...

... this would turn into...

... CARNAGE

What is it that gets me so much in this?

It’s the goddamn Wong Kar Wai feeling I get from any of them!!

Zhang Ziyi in 2046. I can't get enough of that girl.

And who would be sufficiently crazy not to want to dress WongKarWai-ly? Not me!

Tell me what you think of this collection.