EUROSE

November 15, 2008 | |




Top, secondhand; Skirt, Creme at Jusco; Corsage, thrifted; Bag, my mother's; Shoes, Clarks


I went to the nearby cinema last night in conjunction with the 9th European Union Film Festival 2008. I was simply reliving my days as a (theoretical) film student, hunting down a number of slow, masturbatory European/ indie American to watch. I dressed up for the simple occasion in the style of Godard’s wooden yet beloved character Patricia from ‘A Bout de Souffle.’

Handed down by my mother, the striped long sleeve top was a size bigger than my body. Maybe in time I would really learn how to sew this to fit me brilliantly. The same with the skirt— how I wish I had sewn it a size smaller to give it the appearance of a bulbous, high-waisted skirt of a bygone era. The rose corsage, to some, might scream ‘Sex and the City’s Carrie Bradshaw rather than Patricia Franchini. It is built extraordinarily albeit dangerously; it doubles as a hairclip as it is a corsage with a pin. So if I’m not too careful with it, I might risk pricking my own poor scalp to bleed. I thought wearing a flower in my hair was too ornate for the occasion so I undertook the Carrie way. Ironically, I used the hairclip to keep the corsage in place.

The film I saw was Yolande Moreau’s ‘Quand La Mer Monte.’ The cinema was filled with mostly a group of expatriates longing for a familiar taste of their homelands. Moreau was beautiful in the film— her quirkiness surpasses that of Zooey Deschanel or Bjork. I liked her in ‘Amelie;’ I like her better in her own film. The story was absent of any traditional conflict and I found it rather refreshing that way. However, two hours of droning slice-of-life sort of tale kind of disturbed my nerves after awhile. I didn’t go on any slopes or peaks; just a long straight road till the end. But in any case, the film had its sweetest moments. Watching it reminds me of the life I had with my boyfriend in the States— monotonous yet sweet.

The next film on the Euro list is ‘Paris’ but I have to wait till next Friday comes and greet me in the face.