Man Ray, Kiki de Montparnasse allongée…, film still from l’Etoile de Mer, 1928 (via)
film still from “un chien andalou,” a 1929 silent surrealist short film by Luis Buñuel and Salvador Dalí.
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a gif of louise brooks smiling and laughing? how can i resist!? (i believe this is from pandora’s box, g.w. pabst, 1929)
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[Image: Still from the film ‘La Naissance des pieuvres’ showing two light-skinned girls with brown hair lying in a bed. The girl on the left is wearing a grey tank top and laying on her back. Girl on the right side is wearing a dark red t-shirt and laying on her side, facing the other girl. Caption at the bottom says, “Forget your stupid princess dreams.”]
Why did it take me so long to watch this movie? It was so sweet and beautiful and heartbreaking and I pretty much cried the whole time.
it was really intense and emotional for me, too. it was borderline triggery for me (because i was a synchronized swimmer at the same age) and it’s when a lot of my full-fledged body hate started happening because i was surrounded by assholes. i need to take the time watch it again when i’m ready. but heads up, it’s a pretty intense movie to watch if you’ve ever been a teenage girl.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnr8kaBv4g1qziw1jo1_500.png)
[Image: Still from the film ‘La Naissance des pieuvres’ showing two light-skinned girls with brown hair lying in a bed. The girl on the left is wearing a grey tank top and laying on her back. Girl on the right side is wearing a dark red t-shirt and laying on her side, facing the other girl. Caption at the bottom says, “Forget your stupid princess dreams.”]
Why did it take me so long to watch this movie? It was so sweet and beautiful and heartbreaking and I pretty much cried the whole time.
it was really intense and emotional for me, too. it was borderline triggery for me (because i was a synchronized swimmer at the same age) and it’s when a lot of my full-fledged body hate started happening because i was surrounded by assholes. i need to take the time watch it again when i’m ready. but heads up, it’s a pretty intense movie to watch if you’ve ever been a teenage girl.
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the other day i was listening to the virgin suicides soundtrack and my partner said something to the effect of how it was a beautiful film about how being a teenage girl can feel so much more tragic than it is, and how it was more a film for adults than for teenage girls. i was all “HELL TO THE NO, are you fucking kidding?” and quickly remembered how much this movie meant to me when i saw it. and then i thought out loud about how i wasn’t really sure why it was so important to me at the time… and also how awkward i’ve always felt about how much i love the story of teenage girl sisters told from the perspective of a bunch of teenage boys who hardly know them (written by an adult male). for some reason though i’ve got a lot of respect for jeffrey eugenides and feel like he can tackle the stories of girls without coming off as appropriating their stories.
when arguing with my partner about the film and which audience it was intended for, this was the image that came to mind. celia in that white lace late seventies dress, and the plastic bangles covering her self-inflicted wounds. i remember the teenage girls who cropped it and used it as their livejournal icons in the early 2000s, where they talked about their (non existent and/or unrequited) lovers in the most melodramatic of ways… i remember that line about how old men could never possibly know what it was to be a thirteen year old girl.
i was a bit older than thirteen when i saw the film, 14 or 15 maybe, but i’m pretty sure i used that line on more than one occasion when someone tried to make me feel as though my feelings weren’t valid, simply because i was a young girl.
(i miss writing about movies, maybe i should make more time for that again)
(been thinking lots about girlhood lately, does it show?)
melanie lynskey as hilary in “but i’m a cheerleader” (1999)
style icon moments you only recognize in hindsight - such an unsung babe/sheroe of mine! how much of my life has been asking myself “do i want to be that brunette babe in glasses, or do i want to fuck her?”
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