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The blue one. Any ideas?
Yeah I know what it's a scene from, don't judge.
It's the On The Road.
Interesting. They've got the feel of it right, but Tron man as Moriarty doesn't inspire confidence. Also didn't realize Ian Curtis from Control was playing Sal.
That is a cool shirt though.
It feels right. I'm quietly optimistic about the film being OK.
But yeah, it's a good shirt. And the rest of the clothes too tbh. Always felt more comfortable wearing clothes in the faded shades of the 1950s.
Think there was also a picture of Kristen Stewart getting 'em out.
This film is being done by the guy who did The Motorcycle Diaries, so I think on the whole it could be in safe hands. Time will tell I guess.
The 50s look is a timeless one, if done right that is. Not sure how I'd begin to try and pull it off though. Wouldn't be surprised if it gets a little more popular after this film.
Then it'll filter down to high street chains and I'll be able to get stuff that fits properly for once instead of pretending charity shop things fit.
is gonna be playing sal paradise. in an adaption produced by coppola alongside kristen stewart and aragorn
think when i was 14 and listening to the others I knew they were the worst thing ever
I think I always harboured a slight dream that they'd get around to filming it when I was the right age to play Sal and I'd sort of happen to be in the area for a casting call and, y'know, I haven't done any acting before but I'll go in, just because it'll be interesting, right? And then I get the job. I get to be Sal Paradise. And then I'd get to keep the clothes afterwards.
Did actually see them live once. Forgotten how dreadful they were...
One night I couldn’t sleep, copped a sleep-feel on my girl, and checked shit out the window. Some real shit goes down there. Outside the window I could see some shit right out of The Wire. A shitty old motel had some real shit going down. A cop car was there and a bunch of cops were questioning some shady dude. Some bitch was shouting from inside. I could hear all that shit. I never saw so much shit go down. LA is the most fucked up and raw of American cities; Columbus gets XL-cold in the winter but people keep their shit together. LA is a fucking freakshow.
And I'm pretty sure there's a Ford in there somewhere, although yeah, the Hudson is probably the most memorable single car...
Actually we probably shouldn't be talking about 50s fashion anyway, seeing as the book is set in 1947.
Like the opening scene of Bottle Rocket.
I've got a friend who got herself sectioned (what we call committed to a mental institution over here) after she tried to kill herself. She didn't really want to kill herself, it was the classic call-for-help sort of wrist-slashing, and when she woke up in hospital she realised she'd been way, way, waaaaaaaaaaay too dramatic about her breakup. So she tried to leave, but they wouldn't let her. She kept insisting she was fine - she really was, she'd scared herself into sense - but they insisted that she couldn't leave until she admitted she had a problem. She wasn't going to lie, so started kicking off, and then she was bundled into a van and taken to the mental hospital. As soon as she was left unattended she hitched up her robes and tried to run for it, out the window, across the lawn. Made it halfway before getting tackled by a heavy. Had to stay there for a couple of weeks until she managed to play-act that she had all the fucked-up problems they insisted that she *should* have, in order to release her. But by their reckoning, they would only release her if she admitted she was depressed and hysterical enough to kill herself - the kinds of qualities that should keep her locked up. Bureaucratic, institutionalised madness. Joseph Heller would've been proud.
Not really relevant to the topic but that's my only sectioning story.