I finally sat down and watched Savage Grace this past weekend. I was embarrassed renting it, instead of Netflixing this dumb incest movie like I should have. I rented it for the fashion and that's maybe worse than the supposed incest. I am in no way endorsing the film above pure eye candy. It's such a waste of a great actress and keen hair and costume design. Check it out.
A faux-bois/moire funeral suit. Hippie ghondoras to rival Talitha. A shift dress that looks like it was made for the YSL Raspail tote. A pink linen suit ganking the white Pierre Cardin one Jeanne Moreau wore in Bay of Angels. Chanel-style suiting mixing the most insane venous and non-venous blood reds. Silk halters. Mme. Gres ball gowns. Groovy Pucci lawn cottons. Dior hats the size of garbage can lids. The gang's all here.
See the subtle shade changes in her hair color. I love it when a redhead finds her power shades. Watch as she leaves New
York socialite hair behind for a darker Parisian bohemian and then reins it in
for a sunnier jet setter in Mallorca look. Then it draws in tighter and darker as she moves to
London in the late 60s.