Movie Watch! - Grande école

Grande école (2004) - After watching La Doublure and seeing how absolutely stunning Alice Taglioni looked, I decided to watch some of her other films. I looked at my Netflix queue and realized that Grande école was already in my queue, so I moved it to the top. It was everything I would have suspected it to be: a film that tries to a say a lot about everything. Writer/director Robert Salis attempts to tackle sexual politics, racial and religious inequity, class division as a whole in France, class division within the elite class itself, and even the difference between business and humanities. There was just so much going on that it was difficult to keep it all in order at times, but I was captivated enough to keep watching. Gregori Baquet plays Paul, a student who comes to the top business school from the southwest part of France, a countryman at heart who feels angst at his wealthy parents' choice to keep him away from the blue-collar construction workers they employed. He continues to stand up for the lower-class worker, even as those around him question his choice. He lives in an apartment with nerdy redhead Chouquet and the studly handsome, extremely well-bred, water polo-playing Louis-Arnault (played by Jocelyn Quivrin, who was actually in Syriana). Paul's girlfriend Agnès (Taglioni) notices Paul's increasing fascination with Louis-Arnault and, feeling as though it could end the security within her relationship, decides to make a risky, rather psychotic bet with Paul: whoever can seduce Louis-Arnault first "wins". Bizarre. Very bizarre. At the same time, Paul becomes physically intimate with one of the workers at his school, a Frenchman of Arab descent whom Paul stood up for when he was being chided on the job. The sexual entanglements of all these young, gorgeous French folk is fascinating when their clothes are off, neurotic when their clothes are on, and just a little discomforting to see unfold. The cinematography, which takes into account a strong sense of the scenery's architecture, is often breathtaking, the direction is well-paced and focused, and the characters feel intense, but real, in a way nobody on The WB's wimpy dramas could ever comprehend. Quivrin's entire wardrobe was furnished by Lanvin, which alone makes this film worth watching. I did have a problem with casting Baquet for the role of Paul. He looked almost too old, his hair was distastefully bleached, and he just didn't fit into the vision of gorgeous but misguided country bourgeois that I had in my mind. I think even Gaspard Ulliel would have been a fine choice for the role. But that's just wishful thinking. 8/10

Young British...Designers?

YBA has long stood for Young British Artist, a term art historians have used to categorize all the avant-garde and post-modernist London "youngsters" blowing up in the art world for the past couple of decades. This has included everybody from Damien Hirst to Marcus Harvey. However, the past couple of years in the fashion world has given rise to a new breed of creative Londoner: the Young British Designer. Long regarded as an experimental, if not always spectacular, breeding ground for new talent, London Fashion Week has recently become a much more exciting place to be. Even those YBDs who aren't exactly in their 20s are still worth watching, if only because they're injecting something so much more exhilarating into fashion than the usual art school fashion major. Here are some names to watch:

Christopher Kane - Currently the most promising of the crowd, Kane's body-hugging elastic band construction has garnered comparisons to Hervé Léger (whose own vintage creations are popping up on starlets all over Hollywood). For Spring 2007, his look was loud, brash, and party-ready. Think hyperneon pinks and oranges with day-glo yellows and greens, topped off with gigantic Swarovski zipper pulls. His Fall 2007 collection brought about a sense of maturity, evident in the more muted color palette - mostly black, with shots of deep scarlet, amber, and emerald - and mid-thigh hem lengths instead of last season's hyper-micro-mini. Kane's sense of color and detailing has set him apart from the other Gianni Versace-revivalists, so much so that Donatella herself has hired Kane as a part-time consultant. Ikram in Chicago, which bought his entire first collection on exclusive for America, promptly sold out in just a few days. When wider distribution comes about, expect the same massive hysteria from coast to coast.

Marios Schwab - For this 28 year-old designer, flashbacks to the late 1980s and early 1990s aren't about crazy coke-fueled partying - he was still just a young chap back then. Fair enough, but can someone so young bring back an era that many are desperate to forget? Well, Schwab is trying, with mostly promising results. His Fall 2007 collection wasn't his strongest, with Schwab evidently trying to capture the 1980s by mixing Azzedine Alaïa body-hugging silhouettes with an unfortunate Laura Ashley-esque floral print. What worked best were his breezy frocks in a black paisley scarf-print silk chiffon, as well as his wide selection of very sellable sportswear and cocktail dresses in solid black and ecru. While his identity may be based on an Alaïa-revival philosophy, he certainly needs to develop this more commercial range before he can make it in the big leagues of Paris.

Giles Deacon - The oldest of the crowd, Deacon has garnered a lot of attention for his recent S&M/punk-inspired collaboration with Mulberry, purveyor of fine, conservative leather goods. Often featured in Harper's Bazaar, his work takes on exotic, directional visions of something very beautiful in nature. Within every collection, he falls somewhere between timelessly elegant and youthfully irreverent. For Fall 2007, he focused on the most dramatic aspects of creatures that humans tend to overlook. He incorporated the textures and patterns of both bird plumage and sea-creature skins, bold and rich and oh-so-beautiful. With his recent collaboration with British chain New Look and his new position as head designer for the more-upscale British company Daks, Deacon has secured quite a bit of financial success for his future.

Gareth Pugh - Initially criticized for making clothing that was more about theatrics than, well, clothing, Gareth Pugh is still fairly resistant to producing a runway show filled with anything that will hit the sales floor. While his theatrics have earned him comparisons to last decade's big YBD, Alexander McQueen, it still remains to be seen whether Pugh follow in McQueen's footsteps and tone things down to a wearable dimension. There's no doubt that he can make a killer coat - see here - but more often than not his work is drowned in a sea of almost Surrealist insanity. With his various editorial features in W over the past several months, it's hard to deny that he must be doing something right.

The Scoop!

1) Handsome GORGEOUS stranger! (Via Made in Brazil)

2) Eve wears a fantastic Christopher Kane creation near the end of her equally fantastic new video for "Tambourine"

3) "Shameless" is a pretty darn addictive British television series centered around the struggles of the Gallagher siblings, who have a missing mother and an absent drunk of a father. Good stuff. Look for James McAvoy's recurring role in season one. Hehe.

4) Roland Garros! Watch it! Serbians are taking over on both the men's and women's draws, with Jelena Jankovic, Ana Ivanovic, and Novak Djokovic all in the semis. Djokovic cleans up very nicely, played an exceptionally efficient match against Igor Andreev in the quarters, and was a good enough sport to go crazy (and take his shirt off) singing "I Will Survive" in the laundry/karaoke room at the stadium. Good man! Roger Federer may be the epitome of class, good style, incomparable tennis skills, and all that good stuff, but I just want to give Djokovic a big ole' hug when he tries to speak English.

Fall In Love With Ryan McGinley

At 30, Ryan McGinley is the toast of the town. He is, of course, the photographer extraordinaire of the moment. His work is at once dreamily ethereal and starkly real. The editorial he did with Kate Moss in the June issue of W is somewhere between romantic and nightmarish, like poetic purgatory. He is, simply, a very talented man whose work is worth a glimpse. But, if you're like me, you'll find yourself taking more than just a glimpse. You'll be captivated.

Five Men’s Brands To Watch

3.1 Phillip Lim

New York designer Phillip Lim already has a fledgling women’s line, stocked in virtually every upscale boutique and department store from Mercer to Mario’s. Now, men can get in on his modern design sensibility and upscale construction for prices that are a relatively good value for what you get. It’s the Marni man look for around half the price. From $145 for shirts to $875 for trenches, all prices approximate.

Available online at barneys.com and shopjake.com.

Band of Outsiders

Named after Jean-Luc Godard’s 1964 classic French Nouvelle Vague film, Band of Outsiders has been seen everywhere lately, from James Franco on the red carpet to Justin Long in the “Get a Mac” ads. Smart shirts and slick skinny ties give off a less severe version of the Dior Homme look, all at a more affordable price. From $170 to $300 for shirts, about $125 to $145 for ties, all prices approximate.

Available in Seattle at Blackbird and online at barneys.com, shopjake.com and others.

A.P.C.

A.P.C. (which stands for Ateliers de production et de Creation) has quietly gained a cult following among guys who love clean looks, free of labels and infused with just the right amount of French preppy cool. Their well-made, straight-leg dark denim has been extremely popular, often seen in GQ and Details, and their entire summer line is selling out online. Jeans from $140, t-shirts from $50, collection from about $125 to $450, all prices approximate.

Available in Seattle at Blackbird and online at apc.fr.

Helmut Lang

While Mr. Lang himself parted ways with the label that bears his name in 2005, the brand has recently relaunched under the helm of Michael and Nicole Colovos, the duo behind denim label Habitual. They’ve recreated Lang’s downtown cool, sleek and monochromatic aesthetic, now within the bridge price range (a step above contemporary, a step below designer). Expect modern, texturally intriguing fabrics and cuts, including filmy, bias-cut tees, gauzy, twisted seam sweaters, and well-made city parkas. Collection from $105 to $680, all prices approximate.

Available in Seattle at Barneys New York and online at barneys.com.

Theory

Recently acquired by Japanese investors, Theory has long been synonymous with subtle, understated cool. They made their name on their precision-cut trousers in modern fabrics, such as cotton-polyamide-lycra weaves. They’ve expanded their collection to include a variety of shirts, sweaters, and jackets appropriate for any occasion both uptown and downtown, on a business trip or in Easthampton. Trousers about $225, collection from $65 for t-shirts to $875 for leather jackets, all prices approximate.

Available in Seattle at Barneys New York and Nordstrom Downtown and online.

Directory

Barneys New York
Downtown Seattle on 5^th Avenue in City Centre
New location in Pacific Place opening June 29
barneys.com
206.622.6300

Blackbird
Ballard
helloblackbird.blogspot.com
206.547.2524

Jake
Chicago
shopjake.com
773.271.5253

Nordstrom
Downtown Seattle
nordstrom.com
206.628.2111

Roland Garros!

Tommy Robredo (newer above and older below)

Filippo Volandri (above and below)

The French Open is in full-swing! Maria Sharapova fought hard to beat Switzerland's Patty Schnyder in three sets: 3-6, 6-4, 9-7. Schnyder had two match points, but Sharapova miraculously kept on slamming forward. Yikes! Serena Williams, the last American in the draw, whooped past Marat Safin's sister Dinara Safina in straight sets: 6-2, 6-3. On the men's side, Roger Federer, much adored by America's magazine editors, swept past Mikhail Youzhny in straight sets. He now faces (the very handsome) Tommy Robredo, who beat (also very handsome) Filippo Volandri in three sets. Very oddly, Robredo and Volandri wore identical outfits on the court: the same headband, shirt, shorts, and shoes. Both were even wearing watches. If not for Robredo's floppy hair, there would be no way to tell them apart. Ah! The wonders of Roland Garros!

Movie Watch! - The Valet and Nico and Dani

Krámpack (2000) - The English title of the film was changed to Nico and Dani. Why? Because the original title refers to the act of mutual masturbation. To title a film Mutual Masturbation probably wouldn't sell as many tickets. Nonetheless, this film had a high rating on Netflix, so I added it to my queue. I think I added all of Netflix's highly-rated, foreign, coming-of-age stories to my queue. This one, set along the gorgeous Spanish coast outside of Barcelona, is certainly a different take on it. Directed by Cesc Gay and starring Jordi Vilches and Fernando Ramallo as the respective title characters, it takes a rather frank, surface-level look at changing friendships amidst one character's emerging homosexuality. It was somewhat reminiscent of Alfonso Cuarón's excellent 2001 Y tu mamá también, except without instead of the insightful social commentary and bucolic Mexican countryside. In their place are gorgeous Mediterranean beaches and modern Spanish architecture. Too bad. This tale comes off as a lighter, less intriguing version of Y tu, thanks to awkward pacing and uneven plot development. There might be a tender heart somewhere in there, I just didn't find it. 5.5/10

La Doublure (2006) - The English title for this movie, The Valet, is also not a direct translation (that would be La Voiturier). That's not as big of a deal as it was for Nico and Dani though. Anyways, director Francis Veber keeps this romantic comedy light as a feather, cruising the movie along at just 85 splendid minutes. If you're like and love to see beautiful French women, fantastic French couture, and amazing European cars, this movie has it all. Gad Elmaleh stars as François Pignon, an endearingly hapless chum who lives with his fellow voiturier Richard. Gad gets caught in a web that causes cheating billionaire Pierre to pay him off to pretend that he is actually going out with Pierre's gorgeous supermodel mistress Elena (Alice Taglioni). It should have been a predictable, boring movie. No American romantic comedy has been worth watching since...I don't even know. However, Veber gets the comedy down pat, and manages to inject a real warm, fuzzy feeling throughout. Parfait! Kristin Scott Thomas, as Pierre's suspicious wife, is incomparably refined, a classy wonder to behold in her wardrobe consisting entirely of Yves Saint Laurent (except for one fantastic Chanel outfit). Pierre and his lawyer look the part of fashion executives with their smart Lanvin suits (if only American men would dress that way...). Karl Lagerfeld even had a cameo and recreated his dazzling Fall/Winter 2005 Chanel Haute Couture show for the film (see if you can spot his gorgeous bodyguard Sebastien Jondeau). There were cars from every company from BMW to Ferrari to Porsche to Audi. And of course, those lovable French voitures from Renault and Peugeot. Just a (fashionable) delight through and through. 8/10

Enviable Couple

Jacquetta Wheeler and Alexi Lubomirski are nearly the most perfect New York couple of the moment, even if neither is originally from New York. She's the lithe, gamine, tomboyish, English swan supermodel (that's quite a range of adjectives, but they all fit) who has done every ad from Gap to Gucci. He's the incredibly handsome Russian photographer who used to be work under Mario Testino's guidance. They simply look perfect. Together, they've hosted a set of lovely fundraisers, including Jacquetta's own 2nd Annual Trivial Pursuit Quiz Night at the Gramercy Park Hotel, which raised money for the Darna Center for Girls in Tangier, Morocco, this past week. They're gorgeous, talented, and charitable. They should have a ton of children.

photo via style.com

The Scoop!

1)
Too freaking hilarious. Thank god Miss Japan won!

2) Spice Girls reunion tour later this year? That's the rumor...

3) Lindsay Lohan back in rehab! I'm not surprised. First Lindsay's little drunk driving accident and coke possession, then Mischa Barton goes to the hospital for a messy reaction to mixing antibiotics and alcohol (read: coke and shrooms), then who knows what else... All this is starting to make Britney Spears look unequivocally sane and normal.

4) Wear white again! Actually, I never followed those stupid fashion rules, mainly because I thought they were all stupid. The only thing to remember is that undergarments are required! And lovely little dresses look splendid in this sunny weather.

"Stolen" Cut Short?

I knew it! Dashboard Confessional's most recent single "Stolen," has been on VH1 and the radio for the past few months. When I saw the video for the first time, something felt oddly different about the song. It was faster. A few months later, I've finally investigated the matter and, indeed, the original track's length runs 3:53, while the video edit's length has been slimmed down to 3:20. They didn't edit out any part of the song, they just sped it up. This may help it fit into a more radio-friendly length, but it sure is a little bizarre in my opinion.

Concert Watch! - The Killers and Louis XIV

Wow. Woooow. This latest concert with The Killers was an entirely different experience than my last two. For one thing, the average age of the audience seemed much older than before. It's not that the audience is three or four years older than when The Killers first came. It's that all the young folk have either moved on or decided to go to Sasquatch and all that's left are professional twentysomethings, thirtysomethings, fortysomethings, and even a few fiftysomethings. It was certainly a very surprising thing to behold! I would expect a lot of those folks at a...I don't know...Rod Stewart concert. But The Killers! They've skewed much older! I guess it's a reflection of their newfound popularity amongst the VH1 crowd. They appear to have left the MTV crowd behind.

So be it. This was a concert experience just as good, if not better, than any of my prior experiences. We got a standing space right in front of the sound technician area, which meant that we had a lovely, sturdy barricade to lean against. Actually, it was even nicer because there was a platform raised about 3 inches off the ground that we got to stand on. It was like wearing heels to a concert, except without all the pain! That was fairly glorious. The venue itself was a marvel. I didn't realize I had been to a concert here before - back in high school, when it was still the Seahawks Stadium Events Center, I went to the Dashboard Confessional concert in that very space. Now that it's become the WaMu Theater, it seems to have been upgraded from a vast, empty warehouse to a large, handsome venue, complete with large grandstands to accommodate all those older folks. It certainly has improved with all that WaMu sponsorship money.

As for the music? The original opening act, Hot Hot Heat, was replaced with Louis XIV after Brandon Flowers' "illness" pushed the concert back a week. The only Louis XIV song I knew was, well, "Louis XIV." This, however, did not prove to be a problem. All of their songs sounded exactly the same, with the only signal that they had moved on being the changing colors of lights shining upon their band logo. How very sad. But they were pleasant enough...by opening act standards. The older people obviously did not know and did not care who Louis XIV was. The band itself looked like they got their hair cut by castoffs from Shear Genius. All in all, a rather drab, slightly-above-mediocre time.

It got better. The Killers are, without doubt, an amazing band to see live. Brandon Flowers is unarguably an excellent performer. He is a showman without compare among his contemporaries. He dresses like he cares (often in Dior Homme, sans doute). Nobody does that anymore. He doesn't look dirty. He's somewhere in the same vein as Muse and The Hives, both amazingly stylish bands, but neither of them has his slyly flamboyant, vulnerable yet somehow masculine charm. He just does what he does so damn well. He can sing. He can hold the stage. He can do it all. Even as early lighting problems threatened to dampen his shine, he still managed to command the audience as well as he ever had in the past. The audience seemed to respond better when they reverted back to their old CD, but the energy was there nonetheless. I waited for "Under the Gun," my favorite of their songs, but it never came. I didn't mind too much. He sang his heart out, which was all the more impressive when I realized that he sounded rather hoarse when simply speaking to the audience. I forgive him for last week. He's just too damn great to watch.

Movie Watch! - Son frère

Son frère (2003) - Bruno Todeschini (Le Dernier Jour) and Eric Caravaca star as Thomas and Luc, two brothers in Paris who have drifted apart over the years. Reunited after Thomas learns he has a serious blood disorder, this film by director Patrice Chéreau focuses on the resignation from life and the resolutions people have after such life-changing news. It was, in a word, intense. So emotionally intense that it was almost painful. It was, in typical French fashion, sparse, quiet, focused, and extremely symbolic. I swear only a French movie would use pubic hair as one of the story's central symbols. Well, body hair is general is important, but pubic hair becomes the strongest symbol of the protagonist's loss of dignity and resignation to continue. Todeschini's performance, which earned him a César nomination, is incredibly powerful and honest. The direction is fragile and passionate. Not a feel-good summer film by any long shot, but if you feel up to it, it's a worthy film. 7/10

Sidenote: This probably shouldn't follow a review of this movie, but Bruno Todeschini is extremely gorgeous when he isn't, well, dying. Sorry. I couldn't resist. And I really don't mind that he's 45 years old. Sorry. I couldn't resist.

TV Watch! - Sex and the City

You know? I was never the biggest fan of Carrie Bradshaw and her slutty friends. I never had HBO and had never watched a full episode. But, with Netflix on my side, I rented the DVDs. Frankly, I was blown away. Maybe it was my low expectations, but the show is smart and sharp (and I'm not just talking about the Patricia Field wardrobes). Rent it, watch it, become obsessed.

Movie Watch! - Rory O'Shea Was Here

Rory O'Shea Was Here (2004) - James McAvoy plays the titular character, a young man who wants to prove that his muscular dystrophy is no obstacle to living a full life. In Carrigmore, a home for the handicapped, he befriends Michael Connelly (played by Steven Robertson), who has cerebral palsy and has been living in homes like Carrigmore his whole life, abandoned by his father after his mother dies. Michael's condition has left him unable to speak in a way anybody can interpret easily, leaving most people to think of him as dead in the brain. Rory, of course, finds that he can interpret Michael's words and becomes his translator. Through the course of their friendship, each reveals something poignant about the stigmas society so quickly places on the handicapped. In his drive for independence, Rory shows Michael that there is so much more to live for than one can ever hope to find trapped in a home for the handicapped. James McAvoy is like a younger, slyly handsome Edward Norton. It's hard to believe that this is the same guy who played Idi Amin's personal physician in The Last King of Scotland (read my review here). He has all the devilish charm of a Scotsman and all the versatility of an actor twice his age. Despite our natural inclinations to feel sorry for his condition, McAvoy's insightful performance reveals Rory's rebellious distaste for such constant and meaningless pity, as well as the frustrated, angst-ridden front that he puts up when he himself falls into the trap of his own self-inflicted misery. There is something unexpectedly touching, even as we realize that the script's tendency to virtually exploit human emotions. Even when the script goes for the easy solution, we still feel a tender connection that we probably shouldn't, if not for such strong performances on behalf of McAvoy and Robertson. Fair enough. They've earned it. 7/10

Fall In Love With Felipe Dylon

Felipe Dylon is a Brazilian "singer" who, frankly, borders on mediocrity (in my humble opinion). But he has something no American pop star has ever had: blazingly, ungodly gorgeous Brazilian genes. So, to be honest, even if I'll never be the biggest fan of his music, I'll still appreciate his other assets.

Movie Watch! - Volver and Little Children

Volver (2006) - Almodóvar, Cuarón, and Iñárritu make up the Big Three Spanish-language directors that I'm quickly falling in love with. In Pedro Almodóvar's latest, about a close-knit family of women in the La Mancha area of Spain, there is a certain ripe, approachable tenderness that never feels fake or contrived. Every moment is genuine and honest, even as elements of magical realism seem to make his world just slightly removed from our own. Penelope Cruz looks impossibly gorgeous in her Oscar-nominated performance as Raimunda, a woman somehow finds the strength to just keep moving forward when life would seem just a little too much to handle for the average human. Raimunda's sister Sole (Lola Dueñas) is a quietly comic delight, running an illegal hairdressing operation in her apartment before she runs into the spirit of their dead mother. Daughter Paula (Yohana Cobo) deals with her father's blotto irresponsibility in a wrenching performance, balancing crude, stunted melancholy with a sort of misdirected anger that is captivating to see encompassed in a girl of her age. Their struggles seem so insane but somehow so strikingly relateable, and banded together, they become the portrait of charming, endearing familial chord and discord. 8.5/10

Little Children (2006) - I've seen enough movies about dysfunctional suburbia to make me want to move to Nebraska. However, this gem shines just a little brighter than all the others. Director Todd Field adapted the screenplay with Tom Perrotta, which earned the duo an Oscar nod. Indeed, the film has a narrator that makes the movie feel true to its novel roots. It also feels like little like American Beauty, except with adorable children instead of dysfunctional teens. Kate Winslet earned an Oscar nomination for her role as Sarah Pierce, the ever-so-slightly dowdy wife of Richard, a successful, perverted branding director. Her days consist of bringing her daughter Lucy to playdates with Aaron, the son of stay-at-home dad Brad Adamson (Patrick Wilson, DILF extraordinaire), whose wife is an alpha-female maker of PBS documentaries (Jennifer Connelly). Also in the neighborhood are the former cop Larry Hedges (Noah Emmerich), who's suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, and convicted sex offender Ronnie McGorvey (Jackie Earle Henry in his Best Supporting Actor-nominated role), who lives at home with his protective, loving mother May (Phyllis Somerville). The performances are extraordinary, and although sometimes the direction feels a touch derivative at times, there is certainly much to be enchanted by in this bitingly comic portrait of self-destructive surburbia. 7/10

Finally!

The Gap has a new designer! Hopefully Patrick Robinson can turn away the slowly dying chain...

Gasp(ard)!

I know, I know, but I just couldn't resist. It's from Vanidad Magazine from Spain or something. Gracias Balina!

Chanel Resort 2008!

It's been far too long since a bona fide fashion update, so, just in time, I present my thoughts on the Resort 2008 collections! Resort used to be the pitiful in-between season that was sort of an afterthought for designers. That's changed completely. Most designers present Resort in New York, but Karl Lagerfeld likes to take his show on the road, this time to Los Angeles. How'd it go down? Well, basically, it was the biggest fashion extravaganza in years. There were more celebrities there than at Cannes. Every "it" model was on the runway. And the clothes! Oh, the clothes! I have to say that I haven't been the biggest fan of Karl Lagerfeld's collections for the past four years. Not for Chanel, not for Fendi, not even for the various iterations of his eponymous line. I haven't fallen in love with a single Karl Lagerfeld-designed collection since the Spring/Summer 2002 Chanel Haute Couture collection. (That actually happens to be my favorite collection of all time). Nonetheless, his new Chanel Resort collection was inspired by both jetsetters and the crews working those jets, which he masterfully mixed into some ultra-chic collection that perfectly embodies Chanel's signature playful je ne sais quoi. The skinny and wide-leg jeans, the sharp but flirty little jackets, and the impossibly pretty frocks in chiffon, satin, and tweed showed just how young and sophisticated the collection could be, which is certainly a tough combination to pull off. Camilla Belle and Emmy Rossum were the perfect girls for the front row to embody this new spirit. All in all, it looks to be an absolute blockbuster collection.

Reviews of Alberta Ferretti and Dior's Resort collections coming soon...maybe pics too...

Gasp(ard)!

Because it's been a whole day without him...or rather it's late and I'm bored and there's nothing more productive than this. Notice his hair evolution! It's gorgeous either way. But nothing is as gorgeous as the steel bluish/greyish Dior Homme leather jacket in that middle picture. I reaaaaaally want that jacket. Thanks to whoever I took these from!

Too Rich?

News: Play Money (Seattle Weekly)
This article makes me very sad. Sometimes I think there really might be such a thing as too rich. It's even more discomforting when I think about how these people don't really live all that far away, yet they have really no concept of the common person's existence. So sad!

Absurdly Effective Sales Tactics

Some recent research conducted on the subject of absurdly effective sales tactics has brought to light the following strategies:

1) Impair good judgment with sensual excess. Champagne, eerily perfect strawberries, and deliriously expensive chocolates should do the trick. Hiring attractive models who compliment every item one tries on can also be very effective. Pure evil!

2) Impair good judgment with aggressive flirtation. Please note that flirtation is only effective when the proprietor is ungodly handsome, possibly bearing a striking resemblance to Hayden Christensen or some other pretty young thing. Pure evil!

3) Impair good judgment with dazzling pretension. Who doesn't want to be part of the club? Those who are just on the border of being able to afford the lifestyle are the most eager of them all. Make the customer feel like they are earning the right to be a customer. Pure evil!

4) Impair good judgment with unexpected honesty and a comforting frankness towards the customer's appearance. It's surprising when a sales associate is honest with the customer. If the customer looks horrific in their jeans, compliment their stunning jacket and then suggest jeans that would better suit the look. Actually not that evil at all! Yay!

Gasp(ard)!

More from Le Dernier Jour. Seriously, Netflix it ASAP. I'll even watch it with you. Lucky bowl.

Movie Watch! - The Last Kiss

The Last Kiss (2006) - You know, I wasn't the biggest fan of Garden State, so I had pretty low expectations. That probably helped with the pleasantly surprised feelings I had after this one. Zach Braff didn't write or direct this one, which may have helped, and actually it's a remake of a 2001 Italian film that was pretty well-received, so that may also explain something. Either way, Braff and Jacinda Barrett play Michael and Jenna, a young couple with a baby on the way in Madison, Wisconsin. Their relationship seems secure, even as the love lives of everyone around them seem to just dissolve in bitter disillusionment. Well, of course, cute as a button Kim (played by cuter than a button Rachel Bilson) comes along to throw it all off. Aching realism and uneasy revelations abound. Be prepared. But a worthy enough effort in the end. 6.5/10

TV Watch! - The Office

*SPOILER ALERT*

The third season finale of "The Office" seemed to bring a lot of this season's unanswered questions to somewhat ambiguous semi-conclusions, which can only mean that next season is going to be AWESOME. I mean, if Ryan got the job in New York, then it means Karen didn't, so what the hell is she going to do now? She won't be in New York and she probably won't want to stay in Scranton. The real answer lies in how her fall pilot performs. Tricky! I can't say I'd be too disappointed if she left. She's unbelievably cute, indeed, but that's not everything. I never thought I'd hear me say that. Yikes. This was, on several levels, waaaay more satisfying than last season's cliffhanger. This one is more joyful and optimistic. Yay!

Movie Watch! - Zodiac

Zodiac (2007) - I realized I never reviewed this movie. Go figure. Anyways, even though everybody fussed about how it edged towards 2 hours, 45 minutes, I certainly felt completely entranced the whole way through. That's a feat, especially considering Jake Gyllenhaal manages to somehow stay completely clothed the entire time. Go figure. Eerie, thrilling excitement. Well worth a watch. 8/10

Gasp(ard)!

If you haven't seen A Very Long Engagement, you really need to get on that. And by "that," I mean Gaspard Ulliel, obviously. Read my review here.

Movie Watch! - Old Joy

Old Joy (2006) - Something like an extended short at just 76 minutes, Kelly Reichardt creates a quiet, tonal portrait of two men who reunite for a camping trip into the Cascades in Oregon. Daniel London and Will Oldham play Mark and Kurt, who appear to be old friends who loved to just sit back in the wild and enjoy life. The former is now a North-Face-carrying, cell-phone -toting, Volvo-driving Oregon guppie (green yuppie, practically ubiquitous in modern Portland), the latter seems lost in the city and mired in the state of unproductive existence that Mark left behind a long time ago. Mark's wife is pregnant, so this trip should be a last hurrah for old time's sake, but the two men get together and realize maybe things aren't exactly the way they used to be. Maybe things just don't stay the same forever and we just don't realize when even the closest of relationships start fading away. Far from cathartic, there is a subtle, wistful charm and a existential, haunting melancholy amongst all the glorious, terrestrial beauty, perfectly accompanied by an original soundtrack by Yo La Tengo. 7.5/10

Movie Watch! - Running With Scissors

Running With Scissors (2006) - What do you get when you put a bunch of famous people (Annette Bening, Brian Cox, Joseph Fiennes, Evan Rachel Wood, Alec Baldwin, Gwyneth Paltrow, Patrick Wilson, Gabrielle Union, Kristin Chenoweth...), add some choppy, sloppy editing, and top it off with a hearty dose of contrived, forced insanity? This movie is quirky to a fault, spasmodic until it bores, and terribly self-righteous. Blegh. 3/10

Movie Watch! - The Last King of Scotland

I'm finally home for the summer! Let the endless movie-watching commence!

The Last King of Scotland (2006) - The portrait of two men: one quickly descending into the disturbing reality that he has rashly created for himself, and the other falling prey to the vicissitudes inevitable of any leader who rises through a coup. James McAvoy (the former) and Forest Whitaker (the latter) never cease to captivate in this alternately gorgeous and gruesome political thriller. Kerry Washington is a wrenching marvel to behold, so delicately tangled in the aberrant webs that chance upon her. Frightfully honest performances keep this gripping story afloat. 9/10

*SPOILER ALERT*

Is it wrong that I wanted to jump James McAvoy, even after his naïveté and his arrogance secured his fate? I'd like to think not.

More Gasp(ard)!

Because you can never have enough Gaspard...

Movie Watch! - Friends With Money, She's the Man, Spiderman 3, and Dear Frankie

Ahh! I can't believe I watched four movies yesterday!

Friends With Money (2006) - The cast is simply marvelous: Catherine Keener, Joan Cusack and Frances McDormand have eight Oscar nominations among the three of them (including McDormand's win for Fargo). And Jennifer Aniston is in there too. She's had her luck with the Emmys and the Golden Globes, but she simply can't compare to the rest of the cast. I won't even get into their male counterparts. But it's all good. It's a fairly forgettable but still quite pleasant tour through the lives of affluent Southern California 40-somethings. At 88 minutes, I'm completely okay with that. 6.5/10

She's the Man (2006) - Amanda Bynes is the embodiment of effervescent, spunky charm. Channing Tatum looks like sex. Plot is often irrelevant in this type of drivel, so just enjoy the ride. 5/10 (for eye candy's sake)

Spiderman 3 (2007) - Umm...well...I'll sure with absolute certainty that Bryce Dallas Howard is a splendid revelation and should have been in the movie more, even if they had to bleach her lovely auburn hair peroxide blonde so that she wouldn't compete with Kirsten Drunkst. It started fair enough, got a little effed up, then sort of went to ineffectual waste. I've never checked my watch during a Spiderman movie before, but this one felt long. And I've seen Grindhouse. So yea. Still, if you've seen the other two, you'll still want to watch this one. 5.5/10

Dear Frankie (2004) - Consistently one or two steps of an outright saccharine weepfest, but never quite reaches that low. Gerard Butler (of 300 and Phantom of the Opera fame) looks ungodly, ruggedly handsome and possesses an impossible sensitivity, while Emily Mortimer (the "ugly" girl in Match Point) charms as a desperate mother trying to protect her son from the truth. It very easily could've sucked, but it didn't. 7/10

Stuck In My Head

The ads for Puma's new French 77 collection are extremely addictive. The visual stylings are enchantingly focused on the clothes and the colors and, to be frank, all the models are exceptionally beautiful. The inexplicably catchy song from the commercial is stuck in my head right now. It's "For Energy Infinite" by Marazin. It's addictive. Check out the website, there's a bunch of music in the same vein.