Quantcast
Channel: sankles
Viewing all 357 articles
Browse latest View live

SALEM

$
0
0

 


 








 



So let me start by making it clear that I loved Salem.  As someone who has been interested, nay, fascinated by witches from a young age, I've always wanted to visit the Witch City.  And in many ways it didn't disappoint - it's a beautiful place, set on the sea and it has plenty to do.  For example:

The Peabody Museum - when we were there it had a great exhibition about Native American fashion.
The House Of The Seven Gables - we were given a guided tour, the best of the trip, through this ancient Salem house that was the inspiration for Nathaniel Hawthorne's book of the same name.
A&J Bakery - for the best sandwich of the trip.
Witch City Consignment - brilliant thrift store, especially for furniture.
Salem Maritime National Historic Site - fun to walk around and look at the boats.  You know, if you're into boats.

I haven't put any witch stuff on there because we didn't do any witch stuff, apart from taking a photo next to the statute of Samantha from Bewitched.  Oh and we did go and look at the Salem Witch Trial Memorial, which is in the centre of the city.  In truth I wish I could have separated Salem the Witch City - fun slightly witchy themed place with loads of interesting non-witch stuff to do - from Salem the location of that awful human rights travesty.  It's interesting how Salem has taken that event and embraced it as a positive part of their identity, you can't move for witch shops and spiritualists.  And I love witch shops.  (Spiritualists not so much).  Maybe it's a good thing they're using the past as a positive, but I felt slightly uncomfortable that the reason I wanted to go to Salem was because of The Craft and Bewitched and Hocus Pocus, which really has nothing to do with the reality that in the 1690s people were basically killed for being perceived as different.   But then it was a very, very long time ago.  But then things like that still happen all the time?  Don't get me wrong, I was still looking in estate agent windows at the houses for sale - apparently Halloween is amazing there - but I came back with a lot of questions, most of them directed at myself.  The best thing about Salem is that it's a great city if you're not interested in the witch stuff, it's a wonderful place and definitely worth a visit.
 
In other news, my dress is from Valley Of The Dolls, who I'm so into right now - their SS collection is dreamy, and my jacket was a gift from my friend Barbara.  It was her mother's and it's so beautiful I can't handle it, I'm wearing it all the time.  Even around the house.  Thank you Barbara! 

PEANUT BUTTER AND CHOCOLATE CAKE

$
0
0




If you, or a loved one, or a friend, or even an enemy, likes the combination of peanut butter and chocolate, then this cake is for you.  After doing some very important peanut butter cupcake research at Mike's Pastry in Boston I made this monster for Jeremy's birthday a couple of weeks ago.  It's very rich so lasted a long time - always a good thing with cakes.  Who wants a cake that's so boring you can easily gobble it up in one sitting?  In other news I'm still not very good at piping.

If you make this please send me a picture and make my day.

INGREDIENTS
For the cake:
4 eggs
250g self raising flour (measure this out then replace 4 tablespoons of flour with four tablespoons of cocoa powder)
250g caster sugar
250g butter
2 teaspoons of baking powder
150g reese's peanut butter chips
50ml of milk

For the icing:
250g of butter
600g of icing sugar
300g smooth peanut butter (I used skippy as apparently is the best one for icing)
100ml double cream
About 100g reese's peanut butter chips

Pre-heat the oven to 180C, fan 160C.  Line and grease two 20cm cake tins.  Beat together the butter and sugar for ages until light, pale and fluffy.  Beat in the eggs one by one, adding a tablespoon of the flour/cocoa mixture for each egg.  This stops the egg from curdling.  I have no idea what curdling is.  When that's all mixed in properly and is a bit more light and fluffy, sift in the rest of the flour/cocoa powder and the baking powder.  Add in the milk and the peanut butter chips to the mixture and then stir it all in a figure of eight motion so you don't knock the air out.  Pour half the cake batter in each cake tin and get a nice smooth level with the back of a spoon or a spatula. 

Bake in the oven for 25 minutes, then check to see if the sponge springs back.  If it doesn't then back in for longer - mine can take up to 45 minutes so don't panic.  When they're cooked leave them to cool for a couple of hours then turn them out onto a cooling rack. 

To make the icing just beat together the butter, sugar, peanut butter and double cream.  It's amazing to have all of those heavenly ingredients magically mixed.  Truly a sight to behold.  Then when the cake is fully cooled ice it in the middle and on the top and BAM cover it with the remaining reese's peanut butter chips. 

WORST NAME FOR THE BEST JEANS + MY DREAM CLOGS

$
0
0

  



I got me some wedgie jeans.  Just typing that word in relation to an item of clothing makes me shudder.  Why would you want to associate a piece of clothing with the idea that it's uncomfortable? The crazy thing is these jeans are the best jeans I've ever owned.  They're designed to fit tighter on your waist and looser on your thighs, then they, um, lift up your bum.  They're also mainly cotton so they don't stretch.  Too many of my jeans have to be washed every time I wear them because they've got baggy in the space of one tube journey.  It's the most I've ever spent on denim in one go, but they're worth it (for me).  Just why that name?  To get more clicks?  What other names did they consider? Vomit Slacks?  "They're so good they'll make you barf with love".  Or Fart Mufflers? "They do wonders for your bum, and the smells that come out of it". 

Also got to talk about these clogs.  I have this thing about clogs.  They're so comfortable and go with everything, and I like that they're a clunky chunky shoe.  The wooden soles make them feel sturdy, and the leather is kinder on your feet in summer heat (that rhymes!)  These ones from Clarks are my absolute favourites.  They're clogs with the added benefit of the great work Clarks do for all their shoes - padding like pillows, soft leather, and you can also wear them as slingbacks.  Very versatile.  And the name!  Just clogs!  Not Stinky Feet Holders or Toe Blockers. 

STYLE DISSECTION: JESSA JOHANSSON AND MICKEY DOBBS

$
0
0

I'm cheating a bit today and covering the style of two women at once.  Two girls one post (sorry).  But there's a reason for it!  I am a fan of women being portrayed as messy, flawed and complicated.  We don't see enough of that, it's still the case that a lot of female characters in film and TV shows are foils for the male lead's dysfunction.  He has to change so he can win the girl, because she's a prize.  Or the kooky, yet completely morally and emotionally sound, lady is there to coax him out of his more troubled ways by playing a weird flute she got in Guatemala, or by dancing in the rain to his favourite song.  If the woman is the lead (and I'm mainly talking about in romance or comedy films here) she's got problems, sure, but they're more of the "Why can't I keep a man?""When will I have a baby?""Why can't I stop falling over and bumping into things?""Look how much ice cream I eat when I'm sad - I'm the worst!" type.

Jessa Johansson and Mickey Dobbs are not those women.  They're both addicts in varying stages of recovery.  Now there is a point to be made that possibly the only progress we've achieved is the introduction of a new flaw a woman on TV/film can have - addiction.  So we're still seeing women who aren't outright dysfunctional all on their own, there's a clear cause for it which leads to the idea that all they need is someone to "fix" them and then they'll be manic pixie dreamgirls, but still, it's a bit of progress.  And if you do want to see women who are immoral and do messed up things while not under the influence of a substance then I can sneakily point you to this piece I wrote about unhinged fictional women for Vice.

Aaaaanyway.  If there is a petition doing the rounds for a spin-off from Girls that just shows the lives of Jessa and Adam, I want to sign it.  This season in particular I've been loving her so deep and so strong, and also I feel like her pared-down-earth-child-look is spot on.  She's lost a lot of the floaty styles she was into in previous seasons and instead seems to be dressing a little more simply.  Which I guess makes sense as she's a bit less chaotic.  Although in the first episode she did deliver the line, " I just bathed in the stream and then I ran through the field to dry myself".  But it's been uphill from there (although for the record I've always loved her look).  

I'm gonna start with Mickey Dobbs though.  I actually wanted to watch Love because my buddy Laetitia had written about the style of Gillian Jacob's character on her excellent blog.  In fact if you want you should just go read that instead of the waffle I'm about to lay out for you.  I think it's the first time I've wanted to watch a new show to see the clothes someone is wearing.  Luckily Love didn't disappoint.  I actually felt a bit weird and icky in my feeling place (what a disgusting sentence) after finishing it.  

MICKEY DOBBS 


This outfit is the best way to introduce Mickey - a red swimsuit worn with jeans (agree with Laetitia that they're probably the Levis wedgie ones, or maybe some Reformation 501s) with clogs for when she's going out, and then a big plaid shirt and Adidas sliders with socks when she just needs a coffee the next day.  

What I like most about the outfits for Mickey (and Jessa too) is that they're so easy to re-create or be inspired by.  You probably already have a pair of high-waist jeans in your wardrobe, and if you don't then there's probably a reason for that and you can just ignore this style completely.  Thanks to the excellent work of Patricia Field et al, fashion on TV in the 90s and 2000s got seriously serious.  Even on shows like Buffy or Friends where even the most average looking maxi skirt was probably way out of most of the audience's budget.  Then we got into batshit territory with shows like Gossip Girl, and even Mindy Kaling's character in Mindy, were mainly wearing designer and carrying Chanel.  I have no problem with that, it's cool, but it's even cooler to be able to go online and find the actual shirt your girl is wearing in a scene and then actually be able to afford it.  





A couple of things here.

1. The letterman jacket.  I am a collector of these, and then I feel a bit weird when I wear them in the US as I'm British and bad at sports.  So I like seeing Mickey in one.  I also like that she's wearing it over a denim jacket with the sleeves cut off.  Do people call that a denim vest?  To me vests are thermal and you wear them under  your school blouse. 

2. The rings.  As a person who likes rings and wearing a lot of them all at once, I applaud her fingers.  With my fingers. 

3. The ankle boots.  Mickey wears these with most outfits (except when she's in her clogs.  Love a girl who loves clogs).  Again, this goes back to the point above - it's so nice to see a character looking cool and stylish but not just because an amazing wardrobe person has sourced a new pair of Miu Miu heels straight off the catwalk.  

4. Andy Dick.  He was so good in this episode. 



 

It's just a vest and some frilly shorts (which I think could be these ones from Topshop) and some Minnetonka slippers, but it's perfect for hanging out.  And now we're on the subject, why DO women in TV shows always wear high heels and body con dresses when boys come over?  They've put those high heels on just to walk around on their carpet?  I'm seriously questioning everything I've ever seen on telly shows. 



I could put this outfit together in five seconds without spending a single euro, dollar or pound.  It would involve stealing one of my husbands T-shirts which I think he's actually wearing right now, but he'll get over being topless in public.  Also, the boots again.  And look how dusty they are - she loves those boots, she wears them every day, she'll be gutted when the soles inevitably crack and then she can't find another pair in her size.  The hours she'll burn on ebay trawling "buckle boots chloe inspired black ankle boots" on her phone.  I also really like how Mickey is pale as fuck.  I am also pale as fuck.  But this isn't about me.




So simple, so perfect.  Just some Carharrt dungarees and a white T-shirt.  I also love how her hair is a bit slick, we all get a bit of grease, it's nice to see it on TV.  And it's actually something she has in common with Jessa.

JESSA JOHANSSON


From one pair of dungarees to another.  And look, clogs!  It's so easy to find a pair of navy dungers or overalls these days that I can't believe babies aren't just born wearing them.  I love her plait too, and the ribbed olive roll neck is one of those things I would never think to get, but if I had one I'd probably wear it all the frickin' time.


FYI Alexa Chung's collection with M&S went live today and there's a dress for sale that's a bit like this one.  I like how Jessa (and Jemima Kirke IRL) wears button down maxi dresses like this and then unbuttons it so it's got quite a substantial split.   I dunno, I like when I see how people wear their shiz. 


Jessa and Adam, be still my heart.  And look!  They're both wearing worn out worker boots.  Like Mickey Jessa is a fan of high-waist jeans and an overload of rings.  Oh and it's another ribbed top! 



And it's yet another ribbed top with jeans!  Off the shoulder though - very on trend J J. 

Below is my favourite of Jessa's outfits so far this series.  I had to screengrab it, so apologies for the low quality, but it's SO IMPORTANT TO ME THAT YOU SEE THIS MAGIC. 




It's so simple, just jeans with a bit of kick flare, a yellow and white striped top, and them clogs again.  But damn I love it so much.  No wonder Adam is kissing that denim, it's perfect.

I'm gonna end on a pic of Jessa in a kimono, just to silence all the pre-season 5 Jessa fans out there.  And apologies for the fact I'll be leaving my hair a bit greasy, wearing high-waist jeans, rib tops, clogs (my current favourites are these ones from Funkis, and these ones from Clarks), and letterman jackets for the summer.  Red lipstick too, naturally.


BODEN ICONS

$
0
0




There are a lot of things Boden do really well.  Tweed for example, in fact wool of any description, and excellent shoes.  Oh and I've already written about how ethical and green they are (another win in my book).  But despite their previous proven record for greatness their latest Icons collection was still something of a revelation to me.  This dress (now sold out, in fact most of their Icon pieces sell out immediately), with it's kimono sleeves, and organza, and that pink scalloped trim, was them saying HEY BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW WE COULD DO STUFF LIKE THIS.  It's like if Justin Bieber suddenly released an album with Radiohead.  Or if Gwyneth Paltrow opened a sloppy burger restaurant where everything was deep fried.  Including the furniture.  Except in those two instances the results might be dubious whereas in Boden's case it was glorious. 

Last year they created a soft leather mini skirt, the kind of thing they always use in fashion articles as an example of how French women dress better than British women - "just pair this with a breton top and a pair of loafers for classic Parisian chic" the writer might say.  Well that baby went before I'd even dithered over which size to get, but not this time.  I'm going to wear this dress at the pub, on the tube, to garden parties on hot summer lawns that never, ever, happen but you have an outfit prepared in your head just in case.  I'm going to wear it when I'm stuck on the M25 and I'm definitely going to wear it when I vote tomorrow.  Maybe not in the silver platforms...Actually fuck it, why not?

FUNKIS CLOGS AND POM POM BAGS

$
0
0




The Oxford English Dictionary defines a clog as "a thick piece of wood".  Hey, why do wedding speeches in films always start with, "Webster's dictionary defines love as..."? Is that what you find when you Google "best man speech?" I'm gonna look into it.  *Five minutes later* No, it's not. 

So back to clogs - they're pieces of wood.  See, I think that's what I love about clogs.  I have an expanding collection, and that's because (if they are the proper wooden ones) they're sturdy.  I also like how, in a genius move similar to the way Italian people approach food, cobblers (or clogglers?) have been making clogs in the same way for hundreds of years.  Apparently shoes with thick wooden soles were worn by actors in Greek theatres all those many, many years ago, and also by Roman soldiers as they stomped all over Europe.  I don't think Roman soliders were wearing shoes that much resembled the pretty natural leather Funkis clogs I'm wearing above, but still.  They share some similarities.  Also they can be worn with everything, even armour apparently?!  And once you've broken them in they're ridiculously comfortable.  (I'm going to do a post on breaking in shoes at some point because I'm not very good at it, and surely that's exactly the sort of person you want to get tips about it from?)  For the record though, these were very quick to mould to my feet.

Funkis are an Australian/Swedish company and they make beeeeeautiful shoes.  These ones are next on my wish list - suede clogs?! D-Ream.  Oh and these ones I'm wearing are veggie, if that's your bag, baby.  Speaking of bags, pom poms!  Stick pom poms all over your bags!  They'll fall off all over the place because that's what pom poms do, but you can just sew them back on!  Or leave a trail of pom poms behind you like a crafty Hansel and/or Gretel.  This pom pom bag is from Zara, but it's already sold out because, you know, Zara.  My mom jeans are from ASOS because, you know, ASOS <3.
 

THE SCORE: 'MARIE ANTOINETTE'

$
0
0

This year marks the tenth anniversary of Marie Antoinette (how will you be celebrating?), Sofia Coppola's second film to star the teenage girl we all wanted to be, Kirsten Dunst. On its release the movie received mixed reviews, a lot of critics were, er, critical, of Coppola's lack of interest in historical fact. But as Coppola said at the time, “It’s not a lesson of history; it’s an interpretation documented, but carried by my desire for covering the subject differently.” None of that matters much now—we're used to seeing depictions of the past be historically inaccurate *cough* Downtown Abbey *cough*—and actually the film has dated well. This is largely because of its Instagram and high fashion inspiring, Oscar winning costume design (shout out to Milena Canonero), and the successful marriage of a period film with a mostly contemporary soundtrack.

Watching it now we see the character of Marie simply as a teenager with too much power, which is exactly what she was.  At 14 she was married off to a 15 year old stranger, and like most teens with absent parents she was rebellious, naïve, and prone to wild parties. In the film she and her husband Louis are painted as the prototype for Rich Kids of Instagram. So much money, so few people stopping them from spending it. But then most of those kids taking selfies in their Bentleys probably won't be beheaded at 37 after furious peasants storm their mansions armed with flaming torches and pitchforks, so maybe we can give Marie and Louis a break?

As with all of Coppola's films there's deep melancholy mixed in with the pastels and pastries, and Dunst is the ideal lead, portraying innocence, sass, and struggle in one platinum blonde performance. The plush and extremely feminine surroundings in which Marie finds herself become an extension of the fabric she wears. Her clothes are everything—they help her express herself while simultaneously imprisoning her in yards of tulle. The obsessive shoe shopping, the endless outfit changes, the consumption of plates and plates of sweets, all to hide her darker feelings. Show of hands who hasn't used food or control of their outside appearance to distract from their inner icky feels?

As for the music, while not period it's a pretty vintage soundtrack, Aphex Twin and The Strokes are the most recent bands featured.  Instead we have post punk (a nod to this genre can also be seen in the opening credits for the film, above) and new wave. The songs have been chosen for their driving, rebellious feel, energy that teens from all eras can relate to, and as the story mainly focuses on the young Marie, this makes total sense. The real life queen was a teen idol: when she made her initial appearance in the French capital about 50,000 Parisians lost their minds, causing at least 30 people to be trampled to death. (What’s One Direction boy count eh?) And when you consider the parties that bombshell had, the snuff she snuffed, the extramarital affairs, well, the rock ‘n’ roll is very appropriate.

But first let's delve into her attire. Wedgewood blue was one of Marie's favorite colors, so let's see how she wears it. First off look at how she co-ordinates her outfit and little box to the inside of her carriage on the way to meet Louis.



Then this is what she's wearing when she first meets her beau in the middle of the woods on the French border.




Even her hair is a little bit blue here. And the bows, the bows! But we'll get to those later. Below she's being softer and more satin-y with her blue, as she stands with the court gossips.



And I guess this is a suitable blue (above) to wear when discussing your husband's impotence with a doctor. In real life Louis and Marie didn't consummate their marriage for seven years. which is sort of understandable when you realize they were basically children when they wed, but still: everyone in the court was freaking out about the lack of S.E.X.

Below is the blue dress she's wearing after *SPOILER ALERT* the man she's been having an affair with leaves to go back to war.  She runs away from a party with her husband to think about the other dude. This is also the moment when we hear The Strokes blasting out with “What Ever Happened,” the opening lyrics to which are “I want to be forgotten/and I don't want to be reminded.” Which in turn made me think of the infamous Marie quote, “I have seen all, I have heard all, I have forgotten all.” 



Coppola worked once more with Brian Reitzell on the score and together they decided there was no need not be married to the period in which the film is set. The result is beautifully anachronistic soundtrack. Choosing to place Siouxsie and The Banshees'“Hong Kong Garden” over footage from a masked ball keeps the period moments fresh and young, but still not too current. I doubt it would have worked so well if they'd used a dance track from around the time of the movie’s release e.g. Rhianna's “Pon De Replay.”  Weirdly I think that would have dated the film far more than a song released in 1978. Even “What Ever Happened” was released three years before the film came out, and it still feels like it just scrapes by in it's inclusion on the soundtrack.

The original music for the film came from Dustin O'Halloran, who most recently has been working on the Transparent soundtrack. I love that show and his work is on point. For Marie Antoinette O'Halloran composed solo piano pieces, which work perfectly when sidled up against the dream-pop of Swedes The Radio Dept., whose songs sweep over the hazy, woozy world of Versailles, where nothing feels real and everything is transient.

Anyway, back to the clothes.

Florals are a big deal in this film, and I found there were a lot of Gucci SS16 moments, plenty of layering on of prints and accessories. For example:


At this point she's really devastated because she's just had some terrible news, but all I can think is that if she stuck on some stereotypically nerdy glasses and gold mules, she could walk for Alessandro Michele.

I mean, she even has some furry courts, which are very Gucci right now.



While we're on the subject of shoes, shall we do this properly?  Below are some of my favorite pics of the shoes featured. Manolo Blahnik designed a lot of these, and some of them are now on display in the MET.

Yes those are a pair of Converse in the background, Coppola was really trying to drive home the SHE-WAS-JUST-AN-ORDINARY-TEENAGER-IN-EXTRODINARY-CIRCUMSTANCES thing.
Accessories are also a big focus, not many bags, but lots of chokers, necklaces, fans, feathers and belts.



There were even diamonds for her pack of pooches.



And in her hair Marie wears more ornaments than a Christmas tree, birds and boats for example. In real life royal hairdresser Léonard Autié became one of the queen’s closest friends and worked with her to create huge hairstyles, some of which were four feet tall. He would then decorate them with feathers and trinkets and on one occasion even an enormous model of the French warship La Belle Poule to commemorate its sinking of a British frigate.





Also holla at Rose Byrne who I LOVE, she completely kills it in this film (and every film). She also has a birdcage in her coif.

Pastels are obviously the palate for Marie, so many shots are basically porn for all those people who invest hours into filling their Tumblrs with pictures of soft pink bedrooms and fuchsia bathroom tiles and girls mouths puckered with pink lipstick, a cherry between their teeth. Speaking of pink.



Also BOWS. RING THE BOW ALARM.

I like how she and her friends all seem to have co-ordinated their striped outfits. According to Antonia Fraser, the author of the biography on which the film was based, Marie was super into her women. Fraser told Coppola: “These relationships were all-important to her because of her warm family background, life with her sisters in Austria. She was used to relying on women and felt lost in Versailles until she established close women’s relationships.” I've already mentioned Byrne who plays her best buddy, and is completely outrageous—the Rayanne Graff to Marie's Angela Chase, if you will—but shout out also to Mary Nighy as Princesse de Lamballe. In real life Lamballe was dismembered in the street, and revolutionaries paraded her head and body parts through Paris. Yikes.
But, back to the pink.



Look at her cheeks! This is pink squared with pink, and the fluffy trim is outstanding. I doubt anyone wore anything like this, well, ever, but goddamn it's fucking incredible.



BOW ALARM! That's Lamballe next to her, still with her head. Marie looks like a cake here, it's unbelievable to me that she isn't made of frosting.

Speaking of things that are edible, food is used as a great metaphor for Marie's indulgence and also the way she and Louis contribute to their own destruction. While post punkesr Bow Wow Wow sing “I Want Candy” (Reitzell strangely used a remix by Kevin Shields that sounds almost identical to the original) we have a montage of perfect pastries that only someone with a serious Laduree addiction would require. And while the clothes and locations might be Tumblr fodder, these food shots are pure Instagram dreams.

By the way—Bow Wow Wow were the other Malcolm McLaren manufactured band, put together in 1980 so they could wear his wife Vivienne Westwood's new romantic designs. McLaren took several members of the band Adam and the Ants (who also feature on this soundtrack) and put them together with singer Annabella Lwin, who was only 14 when she was discovered by McLaren while working in a dry cleaners. The parallels between her and Marie end there. Kevin Shields is of course the vocalist and guitarist of My Bloody Valentine—although none of his vocals appear on this remix. I think he must have actually just remixed it as in re-mixed the track, as there seem to be no changes to it other than it's a better mix sonically.

Think on that while you drool over these cakes.



Then we have shots of people eating the food.



And then dogs eating the food. And finally, the morning after a party we see the food left half-eaten on luxurious china, only to be swept up by servants and thrown away. How strange and surreal it is to see the clear signs we all recognize of a rager, but dropped into the setting of Versailles, a place gilded and ridiculously elegant, a setting that’s now only visited by tour groups wielding selfie sticks. It's entirely incongruous; like seeing the Queen eating a Big Mac or Hillary Clinton wearing ballet shoes.



And look at Marie herself, passed out in the early morning.  She literally woke up like this.
Perhaps the reason Coppola was so drawn to this story is that she is a child of Hollywood, so she knows what it's like to be doing naively debauched teenage things in glamorous and plush surroundings. Although I hope her childhood wasn't as full of loneliness and alienation as Marie's, regardless of its beauty and delights.



When Marie gets tired of the court life and wants her own place for saucy extramarital adventures, she retires to her Petit Hameau, a utopian hamlet with lakes, gardens, cottages, watermills and a farmhouse on the palace grounds, built especially for her. The irony that she and her ladies-in-waiting were cosplaying as milkmaids and shepherdesses when outside the palace walls people were starving was not lost on the revolutionaries. But it did make for some mean summer dressing as Marie wanted clothes that were looser, more simple.



This is also the in the story where she hung out with the band Phoenix, who were dressed as courtiers. Lead singer Thomas Mars, is married to Coppola, by the way. They met while producing the soundtrack for Virgin Suicides,which was of course helmed by French Air.



It's also where, like many women these days, she started dying her hair pastel pink. We've all been there, you're away from home and work, you're having fun with pals, you've always wanted to try it so...



Also flower wreath!  Everyone was wearing flower wreaths after this! A lot of people still are! (Hi Lana!) The styling in this film was well ahead of its time.

We should talk briefly about the man she has an affair with, who is played by Jamie Dornan, I like this screengrab below because he has grey hair and Dornan plays Christian Grey in Fifty Shades of Grey so there's a great joke to be made about all three of those things.



More like Fifty Shades of Grey Hair, amirite?!

When she and this dude are making out, Adam and the Ants 1980 hit, “Kings Of The Wild Frontier” is providing the soundtrack to their tongue-tangling. This is fitting because Adam basically dressed like this in his heyday. In fact Coppola based the look of Count Axel von Fersen on Mr. Ant. Although Adam wore more eye makeup.




The New Romantic look was born out of the sartorial flair on display at London club the Blitz, where Boy George was a regular. Men there would wear androgynous, flamboyant, eccentric, home-made outfits. If you want to see these looks in more detail I strongly recommend watching the Spandau Ballet film, Soul Boys of the Western World. The footage from those times is amazing.  So many pairs of jodhpurs.

Adam Ant recorded “Kings Of The Wild Frontier” after most of his band had left him to start Bow Wow Wow. He’d actually hired McLaren himself to help in crease his band’s success, only to have his pals whipped out from under him. Adam had the last laugh though, the album this song is taken from reached number 1 in the UK and put him slap bang at the forefront of the New Romantic movement.

Hey, you know who else is in this film? Mad Max.



Tom Hardy looks so pissed off in every scene during this film.  Maybe he hates wigs? Actually I think it’s just that he was born with a natural pout.

When Marie isn't being countryside chic or full on court couture, she wears casual hanging out clothes—but not the kind we wear today. Her chill attire is silk and frilly and has several layers.  She mostly wears these outfits when she's hanging out with her squad in her bedroom.



Or when she's being berated by Steve Coogan for not saying hello to the King's mistress.



Look how pissed Steve is.



Speaking of her bedroom, I've been to see it IRL and her bed was teeny tiny.



Its opulence here is in stark contrast to how it looks in the final shot of the film, after Marie and Louis have fled, never to see their beloved Versailles again.



By the end of the film it is a tired and sober looking Marie who holds her husbands hand tightly after saying goodbye to all their friends and advisors. She is no longer in her trademark pastels, she's a grown up now and must dress in the dark colors that all grown ups are forced to wear once they're over the age of 30.  That's a thing, right?



As they drive through the gardens of the palace for the last time, there is no music playing, but the end credits are soundtracked by Aphex Twin and The Cure.

Aphex Twin's “Avril 14th” pops up several times in the film.  It's perfect in it's simplicity and melancholy. (Incidentally this tune is also recognizable from Kanye loving it and basing “Blame Game” around it, and then apparently trying to get out of paying for the privilege. Keep it classy Kanye.)  Meanwhile, The Cure's “All Cats Are Grey” plays at the end of the film. It's from their 1981 album Faith and contains the lyrics, “I never thought that I would find myself / In bed amongst the stones / The columns are all men / Begging to crush me / No shapes sail on the dark deep lakes / And no flags wave me home.” Seems very fitting when you consider what happened to beautiful Marie.

Sigh.


(Originally published on Noisey)

C'MERE SUMMER

$
0
0





SERIOUSLY THOUGH.  Apparently the UK (and London) is supposed to have one of the hottest summers of all time starting from June, yadda yadda yadda, sure guys, we've heard it all before.  Head back into the shade with your meteorological predictions of outlandish proportions. NO BUT SERIOUSLY, that might actually happen this year.  

The older I get the more of a summer fan I become - I know, hold the phone, woman revels in sunlight - but when I was younger I wasn't into it.  And that's despite being a teenager who loved taking exams in the huge gym of my school, the back doors open onto the playing fields, the smell of cut grass wafting in as I tried to remember what photosynthesis was.  As a pale person (holla) summer meant sunscreen, legs the colour of spam (mine), sticky public transport situations, and guilt about the fact I was indoors on those few sunny days we get.  I never feel guilty about staying in when it's rainy and grey outside.  Then there were the holidays with my family to hot places - I can't believe I'm publicly whinging about being taken to incredible places by my hard working parents - but walking around for hours in the city heat was exhausting.  My strongest memory of my first visit to New York is a crippling headache brought on by dehydration.  I had to have a freshly squeezed lemonade and lie down in the cool darkness of a hotel room to deal with the absolute horror of being a privileged pre-teen suffering from a headache on a trip of a lifetime to the Big Apple.  Woe was me. 

Nowadays I pine for the sun.  I want to see it's big yellow face beaming down on me.  I can happily walk around all day in 37 degree heat, especially when there is some pizza and ice cream involved (oh hi Italy).  And I'm more excited about warm weather the closer it creeps into the gloom.  This outfit from Next is going to be my walking around in hot places go to, the jeans have stretch, the top is light and breezy and the shoes are comfortable, even for cobbles (oh hi Italy).  And I've been on the look out for a suede bag that can hold more than a thimble, so this one is a dream.  C'mere summer!

ON SUNDAYS WE WEAR BLACK

$
0
0


 


Why was there never a Karen Smith spin off?  I would love to see her as a woman curving round the bend of her twenties, about to drive straight off the cliff and land her pearly pink corvette into thirty-dom.  I feel like Karen could have been the only one out of that clique to ditch her high school besties and saunter into the city.  Maybe not New York, which is where Lisa Luder AKA the woman who approved of Romy and Michele's designs went.  But Karen could be perfect for LA.  Although I feel like the days of people who were popular in high school (or if you're British like me, secondary school) peaking in their teens has now passed.  Actually that probably never was a thing, it was just another Hollywood lie, spun to us by writers who potentially were the popular ones at their schools.  Everyone I know who was popular at school is really happy and successful and not trying to stop their dress from blowing up and exposing their bum in the wake of a rubber millionaire's helicopter.

If you're wondering what the hell I'm talking about then you probably need to watch Mean Girls and Romy And Michele's High School Reunion.  Although that seems like a lot of effort just to understand the references in a paragraph that is basically a stream-of-conciousness preamble before I talk about the outfit I'm wearing in these photos.  And by the time you have watched them and come back here to read this post, everyone else will have moved on.  In the next posts I write I plan to reference obscure Tarkovsky films and wax lyrical about In The Mood For Love (and thus my knowledge of non-mainstream cinema is exhausted).  So in a way, this post is INCREDIBLY cliquey and even more so than any lunch time cafteria chat with The Plastics, as at least they give you useful information so you can sartorially fit in.

Maxi skirt and bandeau top are H&M, the bag is from Zara - their pom pom game is tip top, shoes also from H&M and the bomber is from Zara again.  Zara/H&M/Zara/H&M...talk about cliquey.

'GILMORE GIRLS' IS MORE THAN FEELGOOD FLUFF

$
0
0

This year Netflix confirmed that is bringing back Gilmore Girls for a seventh season. And lo, the internet, which is always calling for things to come back or be reunited because it has a real issue with time's linear progression, was finally satiated. Once-respectable news outlets were ablaze with excitement and the weekly Gilmore Girls podcast the Gilmore Guys went beserk. In the last week alone, there have been 10 Buzzfeed articles about Gilmore Girls, including "This 4 Question Gilmore Girls Quiz Will Determine What Kind Of Coffee Drinker You Are" and "18 Times Paris Geller Proved She's The Funniest".

For whatever reason, Gilmore Girls has become the ultimate fodder for listicles and reaction GIFs. But like Friends, Frasier, The OC, Mean Girls, any Pixar film and the literal ground that Beyoncé walks on, it has light and shade, progressive moments and some very problematic parts. Sadly this has all been subsumed into a Yassss Queen recall-a-thon where everything becomes one-liners and eye-rolls.

But unlike the other shows that have been collapsed under the internet's thirst for nostalgia, Gilmore Girls remains worth rewatching. It shows women in a way that they've never really been seen before on TV, with a quickfire pop culture conversation style that is normally the reserve of the nerdy characters in a teen movie. Lorelai and her daughter Rory, the two Gilmores, reference David Bowie, Sonic Youth and joke about the Menendez brothers. They talk faster than Six in Blossom (the scripts were so dialogue-heavy they were about 15 pages longer than the average network TV script) and confront class, politics and feminism in a way that still feels fresh by the standards of modern network TV.

A lot of the Gilmore cheerleading ignores all this. For example, in none of the cheery Rory-is-my-sidebitch online palaver is there anything about Emily Gilmore, Rory's grandma, who seems to register no facial expression other than mild distaste. You could show her 2 Girls 1 Cupand she'd probably just raise an eyebrow and say, "Well that cup looks rather cheap."


When we're first introduced to Emily, she's a Republican monster, a demon of the DAR, who hires and fires maids on the turn of a salad leaf, ridicules her daughter for her haircuts and liberal life choices, and uses money as an emotional weapon.

A lot of the genius of the show comes because Lorelai Gilmore, Emily's daughter, thinks her mother is a stuck-in-the-mud old grump while she is a bastion of liberal parenting and JC Penney leather jackets. But we, the audience, can see the pair are exactly the same.

Lorelai has picked a life that is as small and confined as her mother's. She's lived in the same town since she was 16, worked the same job, had the same friends. She thinks she broke away from the stuffiness of her parents by moving out of their fancy home and into the picture-perfect fantasy land of Stars Hollow, which is actually just as insular, prissy and incestuous as the upper-class world Emily inhabits. Emily's biggest flaw is that she expects her daughter to be exactly like her, but Lorelai gave her daughter her own fucking name and demands she spend every waking minute hanging out with her, so what do you expect.

Lorelai is a flawed anti-hero from a time before flawed anti-heros on TV were cool. She's the perennial teenager, a Petra Pan who has never grown up and wants to be her daughter's best friend. She does dumb things when it comes to men, shies away from honest discussion of problems, and also wears terrible hats - which somehow doesn't have any impact on her love life, but did seem to heavily influence the band Haim. There's a bite to Lorelai - you wouldn't want to cross her - and she has a core of steel. You fall in love with her not because she's super cool, but because when she fucks up, her loneliness and misery is brutally palpable as she tries to hold it all together.


Rory, meanwhile, is a walking parable of class and inheritance in modern America. Having a extra generation between her and Emily means she can see her grandmother's greatness, and she's more willing to embrace her posh heritage. The boyfriend she seems most comfortable with is Logan Huntzburger, who comes from an equally well-established family. She picks Yale over Harvard, with no qualms about the family connection (her grandfather is an alumnus) - indeed, that's part of the appeal. But she also loves the movies she watches with her mother, she's laidback and warm, and never leans into the money at her disposal. But in the end, she finds the pull of her background becomes inescapable, and she finishes the show with the life her grandmother would have wanted for Lorelai.

Like any show from over three years ago, there's a lot about Gilmore Girls that seems politically out-of-step, and it's even more pointed on a show where the main characters are proud liberals who watch The Daily Show every night.

There's the junk food. It's a common TV trope that a woman's relationship to food is an indicator of her personality. While an uptight character will be pedantic and fussy over meals, chowing down burgers six days a week and only using your oven to store shoes or warm your jeans means a woman is cool, funny and easy going. It's lazy writing and it's also pretty batshit when you consider the message it sends – the ideal woman is one who eats crap all the time yet is still skinny. Which means when that Emily Gilmore asks always-up-for-a- Chinese-takeaway-and-let's-also-get-a-pizza-for-dessert Queen Rory if she's bulimic, I lean in extra close to the TV to see her reaction. But they skip over it like it's just another snappy gag that doesn't really matter to the story.

Gilmore Girls is also horrendously white. I mean, there is Michel, basically a snotty French cartoon cat who is obsessed with Celine Dion, and Lane, Rory's best friend, may be one of the best teenage girls ever, but her mother Mrs. Kim is a highly devout Korean Seven Day Adventist whose two dimensions consist of hardcore antiquery and a brutal hatred of her daughter's freedom. Oh, and she's all about the tofu. It doesn't seem like creator Amy Sherman-Palladino was into complex and sympathetic representations of different nationalities and cultures.

To be fair, all the shows from this era - The OC, Dawson's Creek, Gossip Girl - are littered with white privilege and dodgy characters. The best evidence I have that this is a show that deserves far more respect than any other glossy sunshine teen drama offering of the 2000s is the episode when all three Gilmore Girls, and Emily's husband Richard (played by the indubitably marvellous Edward Herman) finally make their peace with each other. The last five minutes of "Friday Night's Alright For Fighting" consist of a scene that smoothly wends its way between the family crying, screaming at each other, laughing hysterically, appreciating the delectable dinner, and finally collapsing with exhaustion. It's the most perfect representation of real family life that I've ever seen.

I can't believe this show only ever won an Emmy for makeup.

Originally published on Vice

BODEN BLUES

$
0
0
 


 

 

 
 My ugly mug is on the Boden blog right now where I'm guffawing next to cars or plopping my butt down in blossom while wearing this outfit.  I'm chuffed to work with Boden because they're incredibly green and responsible, which sadly is not something you can say for most brands.  Plus they're really, really, really nice people and a little bit hilarious.  Head over to their blog now for some waxy lyricals on this outfit. 

LOTTA LACE LOVE

$
0
0




I read somewhere that Catherine Middleton always wears nude shoes because they elongate her legs.  That is the only thing I know about Catherine Middleton and it's kind of all I want/feel I need to know about her.  I wasn't actively seeking out the information, Googling "Kate Middleton nude shoes why help meh" (that's how I Google) it was foisted upon me in an article that I was half-heartedly thumbing through on the tube.  So there, OK? Have I demonstrated my lack of interest in the Royals clearly enough?

But hang on a second.  Middlepots wears nude shoes because they elongate her legs?  That is actually masterful.  The magic is something like this -  because they match the colour of your legs (depending of course ON the colour of your legs) there's extra nude extensions on your feet.  I've written the word "nude" too much. 

I didn't get these mules from Next because I wanted to elongate my legs, although to be honest if companies started advertising their shoes and clothing in terms of the wizardry or optical illusion potentials they offered, I'd probably be a sucker for it.  Surely it's not long before we have 3D printed dresses that use holograms to cast the image of a perfectly filtered you onto everyone's eyeballs?   I fear for this.  I fear for the car crashes and the eye strain constant holograms would cause.  Also I think it's the kind of thing people who are scared of technology say, "We'll be chuffing dressed in USB keys and modems soon if we're not careful!?!"

But then yesterday I read about the rise of the nothing shoe which is when your shoe is so non-existent or clear/lucite that your feet are not only nude hued, they're full nude!  (Maybe this will lead to the rise of Tobias Funke-esque never nude shoes, which is when you wear shoes but underneath them your feet are dressed in tiny denim cut offs).  This feels a bit much, also imagine the feet sweat caused by a lucite shoe.  Lucite ew. 

Back to these nude mules.  I always bang on about comfort when it comes to footwear because I walk everywhere, and I have big feet and they need room to roll.  These mules are bloody perfect for my needs, and they're suede, and - you know what? - looking at these photos now I think that Kate *might* be onto something.  Or at least I've deluded myself into thinking she is, which is just as important.  To me.  The dress is also from Next, these types of lace dresses with nude (AGAIN) panels under the lace are so hot right now - blame/thank Self Portrait and this one is definitely my favourite.  The bag is from Zara because, yet again, they're pom pom-ing it up.

WICKED WICKER

$
0
0






This bag was handmade in Portugal by a company called Toino Abel, who create products the same way their family have been making baskets for over three generations.  They source materials locally and produce locally, and in general are very eco-conscious and supportive to the people who craft the bags.  There's a letter written by Nuno Henriques, the founder of the company, on the website about the history of Toino Abel.   All of that is wonderful, but also the bags themselves are beautiful.  And damn roomy.  There are lots of different sizes (this is a small) and different designs for offer on their website, but you can also request something specific if you're so inclined.  It's very special to find a unique bag, which is made sustainably, and can also hold all the dumb crap you bloody well have to have on you when you leave the house.  

Meanwhile back at the ranch...my shoes are from Miss L-Fire who  I've loved for a long time because they make bluebird and flamingo sandals, yes you read that right, along with comfortable pumps and suede patchwork platforms.  I guess I'm wearing gingham because you can't sneeze at the moment without some of your hayfever induced snot landing on a swatch of checked fabric.  The end result is a little bit "this halloween I'm going dressed as a picnic", but you're acting like that's a bad thing?

STYLE DISSECTION - THE SHINING

$
0
0

There isn't much I can say about The Shining which hasn't already been said.  It has been dissected so many times, and from so many different angles, that it's almost surprising the film hasn't been reduced to chunks of orange carpet and splinters of wood from hacked up doors.  And what's most intriguing, and equally frustrating, is that most of these discussions about Kubrick's masterpiece are open-ended and unverified.  How long did shooting take?  How many times did Shelley Duvall do the scene on the stairs with the baseball bat?  Did the author of the book it's based on, Stephen King, hate it and then change his mind?  Or did he just have to say he changed his mind because of a legal clause and then when Kubrick died he ignored that and went back to bad-mouthing it?  Why is Danny in two different positions in the same scene on *that* carpet?  Surely someone as notoriously meticulous as Kubrick wouldn't do that as a mistake?  So what does it mean?  Why does Jack's typewriter change from white to blue?  Or is it blue to white?

And that's not even scratching the surface.

There are a few things we do know for certain.  Shooting was arduous, with endless script changes.  Shelley Duvall was pushed to her emotional limits by Kubrick.  Jack Nicholson shouted and jumped around with his axe to get into character before filming the "here's Johnny!" scene.  And the set of the hotel is purposefully designed to not make any sense - ballrooms too big for that building, corridors that lead nowhere, fridge doors that open both ways.

If you feel like there's more you want to explore about Kubrick's masterpiece then I recommend the documentary Room 237.  Well, I say recommend - personally I found it completely bonkers and disagreed with most of the content.  But I think I'm in the minority.  However there is one theory presented in that film which I kept thinking about when I saw The Shining again recently - the Native American connection.  There are references in the film that the hotel is built on an Indian burial ground, and the hotel itself is decorated with lots of Native American motifs.  For example in this room.


Then there's the way Shelley Duvall's character Wendy dresses.  And THAT my friends is what we're here to talk about today.

This is Wendy Torrance when we first meet her.


 



 

Firstly, that gingham is so on point for SS16, she would fit right in rummaging around the racks of a ZARA sale.  Also the layering of the long sleeved tee underneath is pretty perfect.  The red tights and tan boots are less ideal, but I like it.   Meanwhile Danny, her son, wears a lot of red, white and blue.  He's also a big fan of Disney characters on his clothing. 





Look at those lapels!  

Checks/plaid are plentiful in this movie.  Jack loves his check shirts.  He's a classic all-American hero!  Also I love Wendy's Cowichan cardigan in this shot below.  Hey, did you know that "Cowichan" is related to words used in the indigenous languages of the Americas?  JUST SAYING.  


 

More plaid/check goodness with a little bit of corduroy mixed in. 



Wendy is very much a wife and mother.  Some people read Kubrick's version of King's female lead as misogynistic, but I'll leave that up to you to decide.  What I  do know is that when she's supporting her husband with his work, Wendy dresses similarly to him.  






Lots of muted browns, and tweed and wool fabrics.  In general both of them are dressed in very similar colours to the interiors of the hotel.  Was this deliberate?  Did Wendy ask Jack for specific details on the colour schemes for every room that she would possibly enter so she could dress accordingly?  Judging from what happens next, I think that maybe she did. 

How else do you explain this perfect co-ordination of dressing gown to wall and wood paint?


Wendy is in full flow here.  Look at that silver service.  And she's brought it all the way upstairs from the kitchen, pushing the cart through endless corridors.  All I can think is how cold the toast must be by the point it reaches Jack.  I can't bear cold toast.




When it does reach Jack he's still asleep in his mint green top.  He's sleeping with his reflection facing him in the mirror.  I can't do that, it's creepy.



"Ooh" he's saying there, "ooh, cold toast!"  He must love cold toast.  That is why he and I could never be friends, that and *insert spoiler which you really should know by now - this film came out in 1980 FFS*

There's not much to do in an empty hotel during the winter months and Wendy spends a lot of her time caring for her family.   Which includes opening this huge can of fruit cocktail.  I remember when you could first do all your food shopping online my mum accidentally ordered a can of baked beans three times the size of this.  That was a fun month.

Wendy's outfit for this task is a blue corduroy (again) prairie dress, with pouf sleeves and a high neck.  She wears it with slouchy red boots.  It was the beginning of the 80s after all. 

 

 


Then she takes Danny for a walk in the maze, wearing a red jacket (red again) and plaid shirts (again).  I also like her plaits with this look.



Perhaps Danny's most famous outfit is his knitted Apollo landing jumper, which was knitted by a friend of the legendary costume designer working on the film, Milena Canonero.



If you want one yourself there are lots of people ready to knit one for you.  Also in 2014 for his debut Coach collection Stuart Vevers was inspired by The Shining and you could get a Coach branded Apollo jumper in blue or black.  Tavi Gevinson wore one on TV with Stephen Colbert.


But back to Wendy.

My favourite outfit of hers is this yellow jacket, again very Navajo-reminiscent (although I actually think it's more Mexican), which she wears with flared jeans and moccasin boots.  Need I say more?






So great.  Also #plaid scarf.

Not outfit related but would quite like this bathroom below.  Although without the lady in the bath who *insert spoiler - seriously HOW HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THIS FILM?*


My least favourite outfit for Wendy, mainly because it just looks like it would be very warm and itchy, is the one she wears during the last part of the film.  Again with the corduroy and the knitwear and the dungarees.  Did we talk about Danny's dungarees yet?  I don't think we did.


Adorable.

Wendy went for a sludgy dungaree dress, turtleneck, green check shirt and moon boots. 



 

Oh and she accessorised with a baseball bat and a look of sheer terror. 


But she switches that for a knife because it works better with her look. 

 

On a lighter note, at one point Jack is clearly reading a copy of Playgirl, which is Playboy for women.  During the 70s the magazine "covered issues like abortion, equal rights" and "played a pivotal role in the sexual revolution for women".   I've just taken that from Wikipedia, I've never read an issue.


Also, isn't he sitting in the chair that Martin Crane adores in Frasier?  Doesn't Martin Crane also wear a lot of plaid?  Isn't he also grouchy?  Uh-oh, new conspiracy alert.

I'm going to leave you with my absolute favourite look in the entire movie.  And it's very on trend as a lot of women have started dressing twin-styles at fashion weeks around the world.  Plus it's a little bit Gucci, especially with that wallpaper.  Yes, you guessed it, it's the twins.


(If you didn't guess that because you haven't seen the film then GTFO and STFD).

"DUNGAREE DRESS" OR "PINAFORE"?

$
0
0

 




A pinafore, like the green and white check one I'm wearing here, (which I got in the Urban Outfitters sale.  Similar here) is actually an apron, according to Wikipedia.  And it's supposed to be "protective".  In America they're actually called jumper dresses (is that correct American friends?!)  This is already far too confusing.  

Meanwhile the dungaree, or overall, or over all, or overalls, or bib-and-brace overalls, or party bibs - my new favourite name for them - are also supposed to be something you wear to shield the clothing underneath.   Ideal for people who do work that might mess up their nice white shirts, or are like me and find chocolate marks all over their tops.  Even when I haven't eaten any chocolate.  Since the 1960s cool people of the world have worn them to be cool because that is what cool people do.  Some of my favourite overall/dungaree wearers in pop culture are listed below.

1. Lake Bell's character Donna in Wet Hot American Summer: First Day Of Camp
2. Sasha Jenson's character Don (wait, Don, Donna?!) in Dazed And Confused 
3. Heather O'Rouke as Carol in Poltergeist 
4. Larisa Oleynik as Alex in The Secret World Of Alex Mack 
5. Mary Louise Parker as Ruth and Mary Stuart Masterson as Idgie in Fried Green Tomatoes

By the way if you have Netflix I recommend the behind the scenes mini doc made when they filmed the original Wet Hot American Summer in 2001.  It's called Hurricane of Fun: The Making of Wet Hot and is worth it if only to see a youthful Bradley Cooper talking about the role - his first out of acting school. 

HOLLYWOOD'S NEW UNHINGED WOMEN

$
0
0
 

Warning: contains spoilers for season two of Fargo, season one of Mr. Robot and the movie Gone Girl. 

In the history of TV and film, there is a short list of stereotypes to which female characters conform. Even in modern, critically acclaimed productions, women often end up playing supporting roles: either as a wife holding the family together while the flawed, nuanced and over-written male lead sucks up all the juicy stories, or as a love interest adding sex appeal and sensitivity as we once again witness the eternal struggle of being young, white and male in this world.

In the last few years we've seen that start to change. Shows like Orange Is the New Black and Broad City have women acting mean, failing and doing poos. Women who have issues, but issues that don't mean they show up at their ex's house in the rain, sobbing uncontrollably while holding out a photo of what their baby would look like, snottily singing Adele. These new TV women are messy and chaotic, and they only seem manic and pixie-like when they're really, really high. 

The thirst for these kinds of character is growing with each TV season, and comedy actresses, in particular, have broken down the door to allow darker and more morally ambiguous characters in drama. In particular, a new type of female character has emerged, made up of glamour, instability and eyeshadow. These are women who are unmerciful in their actions and unbalanced in their temperament, but always look like they just stepped out of the salon.

The TV embodiment of these coiffured Ophelias is Peggy Blomquist, Kirsten Dunst's magazine-hoarding beauty queen from season two of Fargo. Peggy feels like a glimpse of what Amber Atkins, the midwestern pageant obsessive Dunst played in 1999's Drop Dead Gorgeous, would be if we revisited her in her early 30s. Peggy is cold-blooded and merciless, but never has a hair out of place. After killing a man with her Chevrolet Corvair, she calmly drove home and dished up Hamburger Helper ready meals for dinner, while ducking questions from her husband over whether or not they should have a kid.

A few weeks later she was too engrossed in a black-and-white romance on TV to notice that the man bound and gagged next to her had escaped. That same man later pleaded with the Sheriff to rescue him from Peggy because she'd calmly and coldly slid her knife into him while preparing lunch.
None of Peggy's transgressions affect her demeanour. Her sociopathic tendencies aren't just glib characterisation. Fargo is less about these rare violent outbursts, and more about the importance she places on winning over others. As Dunst herself says, "She can't let anything stop her from her search for a better life."

Peggy was cheek-bitingly frustrating to watch as she inched herself and her bumbling but devoted husband closer and closer to danger, through her complete refusal to admit that she'd fucked up. She was one of the most engaging and exhilarating female characters on TV in the last 12 months.


If Peggy had a cinematic sister, it would be Rosamund Pike's Amy Elliot Dunne in Gone Girl, the 2014 adaptation of Gillian Flynn's bestselling thriller. Amy is cold and callous, a woman who exacts the cruellest revenge on her cheating husband - by faking her own death. Then she sits in grotty motel rooms, stuffing her increasingly pale and puffy face with crisps, as he's implicated in her murder by the press. Her revenge is perfectly planned, and watching her binging on the rolling newsfeed day after day is intrusive and disturbing. She's living only to see him suffer, but there's a twisted intimacy to it as you grow to know a character who's invisible.

When she decides to go back to her husband the first thing she does is get fit and elegant again. She's a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. So as she staggers back to her own house, covered in the blood of an ex-boyfriend whose throat she managed to slit in the process, she falls into her husband's arms, once again in complete control.

Some might say these women promote an helpful version of various different kinds of mental illness, somehow managing to stay undeniably glamorous while losing their minds. That they're "bad role models", a concern that never seems to apply to men. No one seems to be bothered about that when Don Draper is somehow a deathly alcoholic who smells amazing, never farts and is irresistible to women. It's all right when Elliot Alderson from Mr. Robot manages to hack the world's most difficult security encryptions while extremely high and suffering from so many forms of psychoses he regularly has conversations with hallucinations. Why should women be the only ones who can't be unhinged and fabulous?

In more light-hearted fare, these kinds of characters have become well-established. Lena Dunham's narcissistic Hannah in Girls or Krysten Ritter's self-centred party girl in the underrated sitcom Don't Trust The B are able to play lead roles despite being resolutely unlikeable. The more of these manic manipulative characters there are, the more we get used to seeing complex women in lead roles. It may sound counterintuitive, but perhaps progress is seeing women on TV fuck up and get away with it.

This piece was originally published on Vice

APPLAUSE FOR NEW BODEN

$
0
0
 



 


Boden's new stuff is like Lily Savage meets Francoise Hardy, but, you know, in a good way.

My favourite bits include...

This excellent autumn coat which brightens up the horrible weather we're having.
These patent mary janes with a very walk-friendly heel.
A bloody marvellous linen t-shirt.  I know.  Linen.  I want it in every colour.
This striped shirt dress which is both excellent colours and looks supremely comfortable when you're having a bloated day.
This pencil skirt, I'm wearing it above in leopard print, but I'm a big fan of the gingham.
I also desperately want these high heel loafers, I'm worried I wouldn't be able to walk in them but also I don't really care?
And finally a necklace in csarite WHAT IS CSARITE?  I know it's a hue of green but it sounds a bit like some sort of cream you'd put on an icky rash.

That's all for now, more of my shopping lists as and when they happen. 

MY SHOP

$
0
0

I'm doing a bloody massive wardrobe clear out and giving tonnes to charity, but some of the bits that I really love I'm selling at my shop here.  I'm going to keep adding to it as I sort, so you might want to check back in.  Also if there's anything you really want but it's too expensive, email me on summercampband@gmail.com and we might be able to sort something out!

There is a furry cape on there.  And glittery shoes.  And a dress I wore on stage a lot when we started the band, but I promise it's clean!

HIGHBROW LOWBROW EP 1: WAYNES WORLD + CAMERAPERSON

$
0
0

My great friend (and excellent writer) Caspar Salmon and I have started a podcast where we introduce each other to some of our favourite TV, films, books and possibly even music.   Only problem is Caspar is far more intelligent and cultured than I am, so you can imagine the japes that ensue!  In this first episode I force Caspar to watch Wayne's World, and he takes me to see Cameraperson, a documentary by Kirsten Johnson.  You can listen below, or download it here, and it should also be on iTunes in the next few days once they've sorted their shit out.  

Also, for Anne T. Donahue fans (I'm one) we will do another episode of Pilots Podcast at some point, but she's really busy and successful and I am happy basking in the glow of her female power.  

Enjoy!



LAZY OAF DOES IT AGAIN

Viewing all 357 articles
Browse latest View live