I saw the trailer for Melancholia a few weeks ago and promptly fell over sideways. I’m not sure which cinema GOD or GODDESS decided that Charlotte Gainsbourg and Kirsten Dunst (aka my GIRLS) would be perfect cinematic sisters set in an end-of-the-world flick, but I am ever so thankful to him or her. This, friends, is the kind of film you cross state lines for (especially if you live in Alabama and… you have to cross state lines to see any movie worth seeing):
Speaking of Ms. Gainsbourg, this brings me to a topic I’ve been talking about a lot lately: my secret desire to be a Frenchwoman. Nevermind that I’m American and will probably never (I mean, should I say never? Let’s just say it’s REALLY unlikely at this point in my life) live in France. I don’t necessarily mean that I want to be French as much as I mean… I want to appear to be French. Basically, what it comes down to is my secret style desire is to dress like a super classy French lady, but my very loud and colorful American style keeps me from doing so. Every time I wear something classic and relatively understated, I end up pairing it with crazy tights or some kind of insane shoes and… I just can’t help myself. I’m always reminded of this every time Charlotte Gainsbourg does something new, as she’s totally my French Inspiration:
