Friday, May 15, 2015


sophia coppola in vogue paris, 
december 2004

FRIDAY, on the long bus ride down Sunset blvd. towards the night's destination- Purity Ring at the Fonda theatre, Michelle told me that she'd finally watched the Virgin Suicides. She said that everything about the way Sofia Coppola brought the Lisbons from written word to life felt right. Kristen Dunst's portrayal of Lux being a huge reason the film fell in place so effortlessly. Their youth and energy, bare skin, bare feet in pale dresses, lying around their rooms, and out in the sun-lit field. Their bedrooms cluttered full of treasures and memorabilia- notebooks, candles, old glass perfume bottles lining the window sill, and blush-toned colors everywhere...

Of course, this made me want to watch the film all over again, so I did, and I realized that watching this movie is like opening a vintage yearbook, and reliving youth, maybe your own, maybe someone else's. It's an innocent movie, with less than innocent connotations. Listening to playground love years ago was all it took to make me fall in love with the film, far before I'd witnessed Trip Fontaine's haircut, Lux Lisbon walking home alone in purple haze the morning after, or throwing her records into the fire, one by one. I can only imagine how incredible Sofia's room must be- not the curated version in magazines, but maybe a cluttered Lisbon-esque version of memorabilia- books, photos, and translucent vintage dresses. 

" It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together."

always lovely Kirsten, Virgin Suicides 


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