I saw Network quite a while ago. Classic 1970s movie jibba jabba aside (this isn’t a movie blog, after all) – all I could concentrate on was Faye Dunaways fierce style, that matched the character’s cutthroat personality. Girl is bitching in her oversized printed bow blouses, solid camel suit separates and laissez faire outerwear. No wonder Beale had a breakdown, he couldn’t live up.
Tonight is the Toronto opening of Valentino: The Last Emperor. Can’t wait!
I finally got around to seeing ‘Across the Universe’. The emotional investment I have in Beatles songs, couple with the film’s lyrical and visual interpretations drove me to emotional parallels.
The Time Traveler’s Wife is shooting on my street corner. The entire block is made up to look like Christmas Eve 1970. Pretty neato! Snow machines et all.
Went out and took pictures until we got the boot.
Once again, I wasn’t discovered.
*sad face
Our boy alias is a fucken weirdo but his tunes are sooo sick and he’s spearheaded a group field trip to the movies this tuesday for vampiiiirrr freak our sesh. yayer!