Monday, February 27, 2012

Of Film Noir and a Goth Dress Fest


Nero was vaguely nonplussed by the Oscar fanfare last night. Where oh where has the glamour of yore gone to die? And yet, the side of me that gravitates towards the true nero, the goth, the decadent and richly macabre -- the cinema veritas that is all things (film) noir, was bewitched by this dark creation from the house of Alexander McQueen. In keeping with the tone of Jessica Chastain's devilishly drop-dead frock, whip out your riding crops folks, cuz the woman standing directly behind her needs to be Spanxed.

3 comments:

candicecowin said...

That poor woman behind her! Why did no one tell her???!!! Hmmm, I think it's time for me to invest in a full length mirror for my closet.

Alcira Molina-Ali said...

Most unfortunate indeed, dearest Candita.
And I mention it only out of empathy and not schadenfreude.
That could be any one of us up there...in the background!
Cheers, Alcira

Raina Cox said...

Ah ha ha ha ha!

Love your eagle eye.

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