THESE ARE AMAZING COSTUMES-THE GREAT GATSBY EXHIBITION

From Fashionologie- The exhibit, Catherine Martin and Miuccia Prada Dress Gatsby, features an array of women's gowns intricately decorated with crystals, feathers, fur, and embroidery. Pradatold WWD her costumes for Daisy Buchanan, the story's female lead, "became about money, because [Luhrmann] wanted to show her as the most beautiful and rich woman on earth."

Prada added that she didn't have to adapt her work to a '20s aesthetic. "Yes, probably a few had that kind of edge, but almost none were meant to be the '20s when I did them," she said. "I was really fascinated by that."

BLACK SWAN

This is a dream of a dress.Natalie looked like she floated on the screen.i mean it!!Its now one of my favorite costumes ever.Could not find a screen cap of it though.





Ah-mazing movie.Beautiful costumes by Rodarte.I especially liked the white gown Nina wears to a party where she rips the skin off her finger like a peel off mask.(Could not find the picture though)Natalie Portman did an outstanding job of making me feel pity,anger,horrified,disgust,shame and protective for her portrayal.Its a movie to see and Darren Aronofsky really did a wondrous job of making you feel for his film.It deserves all the accolades its been receiving too.

ISN'T SHE LOOKING SWEET HERE

(Just Jared)

Bright Star

I loved this film so much.A friend of mine told me about it months ago but silly moi had to wait months before finally watching this piece of heaven on earth.For period movie buffs like me,its everything a film{of the romance order]should be.It is so delicate and personal and the chemistry between John Keats and Fanny Brawne was surprisingly electrifying.I also loved everything Fanny wore and just wanted to live in that world so much as the costumes were so simple yet definably spoke alot...at least to me it did.To end i will Quote the film's titles poem by John Keats.....
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.