let them eat cake.

i must write about one of my favourite movies. ever. it got caned by the critics, didn't do very well in the box office, the french loved it, the americans hated it... It's the movie that me and lola can quote word for word and will watch a hundred times over without getting bored. Marie Antoinette.

I am a huge history buff. that is known throughout my family and friends. And i am living proof that a movie doesn't have to be a hundred percent historically accurate for it to therefore be enjoyable and to be enjoyed by people who love history. i know that the story isn't correct, i've read the antonia fraser biography (and one by caroline weber).. i know what's going on. But i still enjoyed this story, sympathetically told from the point of the view of the doomed queen.

The costumes! Oh the costumes! They deserved an Oscar, they should have won 20. There were apparently over 80 costume changes for Kirsten Dunst (marie antoinette) and it makes for some frippery frothy finery goodness. There's satin, silk, taffeta, egyptian cotton, shiny shimmery chiffon and deep velvet, lining of ermine, embellishments of ribbons, feathers, little birds, beads, diamonds galore and the shoes.

They were, quite simply, another character in the film. THere was colour and vibrancy and everything that you expected from the 'queen of fashion' as caroline weber called her. the costumes made this movie.

It made me want to find some costume jewellery (paste of course) and swan around in swathes of satin, or in a long white gown like she did in the petits trianon. i actually have a long white dress in the regency style that one day i would like to dress up with my fake diamonds and feathers in my hair.

I also thought the music was excellenet as well, a mish mash mixture of period vivaldi and harpsichord with new order, siouxie and the banshees, adam and the ants etc etc that showed that these people were, after all, just teenagers having fun for most of their lives. Reports told that marie antoinette was not a bright girl, though she tried very hard. what would you do, with incredible riches on your hands? I would throw a party, or two. shows that me and marie are more similar that i thought, right?

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out my window

since i moved my tiny broom closet of a room around the other day my desk sits right under the window, and i love it. I can see onto the street (the street can see me) and as i work (or while away the hours on the internet) i can muse about their stories. i love doing that, i love thinking about where they're rushing to, or why they're wearing that specific jacket... call me crazy (or just with an over active imagination)

today its a very white sky. the leaves have all fallen off the trees in autumn. It's a tiny little bit chilly, the left over rain from yesterday dampens the road.

A woman clutching two big battered suitcases just walked past, her head held high and her heels clicking on the pavement. I thought, how sophisticated she looks. perhaps she is a professional wandered like holly golightly (though perhaps not in that sense) or someone without a home, drifting from place to place. She seemed to be carrying everything she owned in those two suitcases, a scarf tied around her neck in a jauntily manner.

THen there were two boys, one about 17, the other 6, holding baguetttes and laaughing. I thought, brothers? They were so cute together, joking with each other, pushing each other a little, play fighting with their baguettes. Only in paddington.

Just then a car drove past with its roof down playing 'freedom' by george michael. The driver looked young, perhaps she has jut moved out of her house? Perhaps she has left a bad boyfriend? Perhaps it was simply the song on the radio. Whatever it is, i thought how life seemed to shine out of her auburn hair.

One day maybe that'll be me walking on the road and people peering out their window making up stories, but not now. i have none to tell, not just yet anyway.

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