À nos amours (or: I want to dress like a Parisian teenager circa 1983)*

Last night we watched À nos amours, a French film by Maurice Pialat made in 1983. Sandrine Bonnaire (who I loved in Vagabond) stars as Suzanne, a 15-year-old Parisian who “embarks on a sexual rampage in order to separate herself from her overbearing, beloved father, ineffectual mother, and brutish brother.” Or so says the DVD case. Honestly, I was able to understand little more than the barest skeleton of the story. I didn’t even realize her brother was her brother until the film was almost over. Still, I was in love with the film from the first frames. It is absolutely gorgeous. It is one of those rare films that I wanted to watch again immediately as the credits came up (preferably with subtitles).

While the whole film was more than amazingly composed, the costuming was complete outfit porn. I was plunged into a state of aching lust. Coral red and teal and grey and blue and perfectly loose t-shirts with flared skirts and heels and geometric patterns and cuffed jeans and oh oh oh.

I knew I was a goner when Suzanne appeared in this perfect, simple summer day outfit:

Then came the one shouldered striped black and white top with a flared black skirt and white sandals. I couldn’t get a very good shot of this one, but trust me:

Here is the outfit Suzanne wears most of the time. I love cardigans. I especially love this cardigan. And a grey-on-grey striped t-shirt with a drapey grey miniskirt? Um, YES:

This was one of my favourite moments in the film. And my favourite pair of shoes:

I may have said something like “oh mon dieu” when Suzanne appeared in this outfit. It was mostly because of the red boots. You can only see a tiny sliver of them in this shot:

The red boots are more visible here. I also love her friend’s outfit. That tulip skirt. The deep scoop neck. And the french mannequins:

Okay. I adore this sweater. Teal and coral at THE SAME TIME. With black. Although I would probably wear it with pants. Or at least shorts. But that’s just me:

And finally. Forget lust. I am completely and utterly and forever in love with this dress.  Love. I don’t think a still shot can do this dress justice. You have to see her in it. The print. The simple belt. The perfect little squared pockets. The way the skirt drifts away from her body. The ease. Sigh.

*This post originally appeared on the new is the true on June 14, 2010. It served as the inspiration for this blog, and is, as such, the inaugural post. Yay.

4 Responses to “À nos amours (or: I want to dress like a Parisian teenager circa 1983)*”
  1. L-A says:

    I love this idea for a fashion blog. This is totally going to be a favourite on Friday.

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