Showing posts with label Marion Cotillard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marion Cotillard. Show all posts

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Blogging Like A Boss...


Not really though. For you see blogosphere, I've done it again. I've fallen behind on reading through the blogs of everyone I follow (you beautiful people, you) and once again, I'm at that terrible 1 month mark of missing out on random tidbits of information and great stories. By now, I think it's more than one month though. Oops...

I started typing up a whole spiel on why I get backed up on posts but I don't think I need to recount it here. It's simple. I work a lot. Also the letters "q," "a," and "z" are broken on my keypad from a wine spill from over a year ago. You wouldn't think these letters would be so important to use but "a" is in pretty much every word ever. Stopping to hit the "a" button on my on-screen keyboard is a nuisance that I've been putting up with for over a year now. Somehow I've been making it work, but I suspect that this weekend when I get paid is when it is time to finally address this problem and take my computer into the repair shop. Which I've been avoiding because they might keep it for DAYS and leave me high and dry without my writing resource.

Ugh, I sound like such a nerd here. Time to be a grown-up now and take care of important adult matters.

In the meantime, here's a fun question and answer session with me. I promise it isn't one of those terrible ones you find online where they ask you like 12 times if you have gone skinny dipping before and if you like the last person who texted you. BARF. This is mostly just a favorites list. Nothing too revealing...or is it?


Name: Heather

Where you’re from: STL, or Saint Louis if you didn't get what those initials meant. When I tell people where I'm from, the response is mixed. Most people can totally hear my Midwestern accent (it's something to do with how the vowels are lower than the consonants) and get it. A bunch of people have no idea where that is and mistake it for being in the Iowa region. Still some people say I look like I'm from New York (it must be all the black I wear that does it) and even more people don't think I'm even from America period.

Welp, I was raised in STL, land of Anheuser Busch, toasted ravioli, and where estate homes are regularly built in areas that contain Section 8 housing across the street.

Sexuality: Straight. With some celebrity girlcrushes (cough, cough, Eva Green, cough, cough).

Sex: Female.

Age: 20-something. I think I mentioned my age somewhere here before.


Biggest Passion: Writing. Writing is the torch that guides my soul to the places where it needs to be and where it shouldn't be. Writing is my best friend and biggest nemesis. Writing is the one area in life where I feel both highly talented and highly terrible all at once. It makes me feel completely at home and happy and just on the cloud 9 of producing incredible content. This is most evident when I'm writing dialogue between people. Then it can turn on me to produce an article so heart-wrenchingly awful I feel like I have no voice period or at least that voice is getting stupid on me and I don't want to look at it ever again. This is most evident when I write about something romantic.

Still my biggest passion though, no matter how many times it gets rejected or published. I do it for myself and that's reason enough.


Biggest turn on: I have many and the vast majority of them involve clothing. A crisp ironed men's shirt with pressed trousers and shined shoes will be the death of me. Menswear in general is my Achilles Heel...when worn on the right kind of guy. I'm also big on corsets, elbow-length gloves, stockings, and heels (for me, not him). Like a dominatrix without the whip and gag ball.


Single/Taken: Single, but seeing the world at large. Also, definitely not on board with getting married or having children anytime ever.

I will be that token awesome single girl at all of my friends' weddings, giving a meaningful toast, shouting out "awwww yeah this is my jam!" to the opening chords of KC and the Sunshine Band's "Get Down Tonight," having a drinking contest somewhere at the bar with the single bridesmaids who have all become my new BFFs, doing inappropriate dances with the groomsmen on the dance floor that will undoubtedly be the focus of that poor wedding video, having another drinking contest at the bar (this time with myself), several phone numbers from guys I will not remember in the morning, and going home in a taxi with one of my shoes missing.

Rad.


Biggest dream: I have a bunch and they range from semi-realistic to not even in a million years is that shiz going down. I'd like to have at least one book published by the time I'm 25. I'd like to travel through Europe and eventually settle down in London to work at an ad agency, surrounded by gorgeously accented British guys. Though I will also settle for working with Scottish, Aussie, or Kiwi guys as well. I'd like to time travel back to the 1920s and be a teenager then during the Prohibition Era. I want to create a series for HBO about a modern day royal family. I want to write a book based off of an idea I'm working with that would definitely get me in a lot of trouble to write about. I want to be in a commercial with the Pillsbury Doughboy. I want to create a non-profit organization for children. I want to pay off my entire Sallie Mae debt by the time I'm 30. I want to create a stock portfolio for myself and invest regularly. I'd like to be front row at an Arcade Fire concert and at a live taping for Katt Williams and his stand-up. I want to DJ with Paul van Dyk at Ibiza and also want to be the face for Lancome.

From this list, I know what's attainable and what isn't. And honestly I think the time travel '20s one has some real potential to occur.

Favorite colour: Ivory. I'm so white my favorite color is an off-white version of white.


Favorite drink: Sex on the Beach. It's really cliche and girltastic but they put cherries in it and it's pink so...

Favorite type of music: Film scores, '80s dance, and British pop stars.

Favorite band: Arcade Fire.

Favorite singer: Liv Kristine. She's the lead singer from Leaves Eyes and has the voice of an angel. The first time I heard her, she nearly put me in a trance. Liv's voice is glorious- I cannot stress it enough.


Favorite tv show: Sex and the City. This show is pure comfort food to me.

Favorite actor: I'm a big fan of the raw rage and insanity that Klaus Kinski brings to the screen. I've been into Kinski since high school and it isn't easy to compare him to other people. I will also see pretty much anything with Viggo Mortensen, Jon Hamm, and Robert Downey Jr. in it.


Favorite actress: I really, really love Marion Cotillard. I think she's just smashing.

Favorite movie: Edward Scissorhands.

Favorite books: The Great Gatsby and Franny and Zooey are the two books I have a hard time envisioning not having read in my lifetime.

Something random: I am extremely talented at gift wrapping. I take it quite seriously when picking out wrapping for presents.

Love to you all,
Heather

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Reel Style: Marion Cotillard in "Jeux d'Enfants"


This is an absolutely delightful gem of a film I happened to come across in my senior year of high school on Showtime. The American title is "Love Me If You Dare" and it is about Julien (Guillaume Canet) and Sophie (Marion Cotillard), two childhood friends always playing truth of dare (game or no game) with one another-a game that spirals out of control the older the pair grow.


A dare from Julien, Sophie wears her bra and underwear on the outside. There is something to be said about this look. Under some circumstances, it could be trashy (i.e. leopard print bra) but since the bra is a plain white and her underwear (not pictured) is solid red, it actually comes off as quite humorous. And Marion carries herself with confidence while in the ensemble, not easy to pull off in undergarments.


Sophie and Julien right after Sophie's arm has been broken after kicking a guy in the groin. Her outfit here is quite simple but comfortable. Checkered top, blue jeans, shoulder bag. The button on the bag says "Shut the fuck up!", the whole look practically screams college student which is she at that moment. I am very drawn to the hair. The bangs, the middle part separated, nothing is smooth and glossed and hairsprayed out. It is very simple and the simplicity of the look, the minimalism is key.


I really like this dress. There is much more detailing below. And yes, that is a condom in Julien's hand for Sophie to better "study men" with.


Back at the flower printed dress. I like the flare on the bottom, matches up quite nicely to the ruffle on the sleeves. The headband is a bonus. I am drawn to the red flats, Marion's Sophie wears flats throughout most of the film and I have recently purchased a pair of red flats for myself, similar to the ones in the photo.

This is when Sophie is going out on dates post Julien. It's not the best outfit in the world but certainly fits the atmosphere and the way her hair is styled feels very free and casually tousled.

Her barista look is very much akin to one I used to wear when I did barista work. She is crisp and tidy, once again with the minimality. The tie is sharp, stands out against the white of the shirt well, great contrast.


The dinner with Julien, this shot is not the best of her dress. See below. But this is a wonderful picture that really shows her best smile.


Dinner part deux. I LOVE that purple flower! Makes the satin black dress POP! Her hair is also quite chic, made me get a little bobby pin obsessed.


At Julien's wedding to Cristelle, my absolute favorite look. The bride gone contemporary. The short pink dress is attached to a long veil in the back. Her shoes are low heels and those lace gloves are just the right touch for Sophie's constantly ante up personality, displaying that she may talk big but is delicate underneath it all.

Married to Sergei, Sophie's outfit is comfortable, her hair is cut shorter and the ruffles on the sleeves evoke the red flower dress from earlier. The printed pants are a no but she is at home and not out and about so that makes it a bit more acceptable.
At the hospital with Sergei, this strapless fire red number is pure elegance.


Said gown out in the rain with the red flats making their triumphant return. Notice once again, minimalism. No baubles on the neck, no clutch, no hair pieces.
Perfection, even when wet.
A great movie!
On the Rise:
-red flats
-glitter (in small doses, mind you)
Listening to:
-Donna Summer La Vie en Rose
-Garbage Bleed Like Me
-Paul Van Dyk Dolce Vita
Love to you all,
Heather