song of schiaparelli

a short and sweetie! I love elsa schiaparelli for her sick-ass mind and her even-sicker-in-the-head designs, and the way she troupled with chic & humor & disturbia all at once.

but this! wow this.

kelsey sent me a link to this article after she came across an excerpt of it on pinterest (“the paragraph about one good suit,” she tells me) and it’s so fucking good I’ve been rereading it over the past few days and you all must read it too:

here are some brain tinglers:

she was a cinephile, as well, I mean how many of my movie gals can relate:

and can you even believe we are having the same convos today:

anyway, read the whole thing here, download it, save it to your desktop. go find your version of “a good suit” — that is, that one superb outfit or piece of clothing that makes you feel the most whenever it’s on your body.

thanks, kelsy. xo!

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one more thing:

this elia kazan poem is briefly shown at the end of ethan hawke’s doc, “the last movie stars,” about paul newman and joanne woodward. it was taped backstage at the theater where they performed a play I forget what it was called, but anyway this I found moving bc I think these are words that we can all live by:

I found this by googling, and don’t remember where I found it and don’t know who to credit sorry

I will work on it!!!!

-J