Showing posts with label las vírgenes suicidas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label las vírgenes suicidas. Show all posts

21 June 2013

"Está claro, doctor, que usted nunca ha sido una niña de trece años."


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12 October 2012

The virgin suicides.


¡Hola a todos! Como veis he empezado a escribir en español mi blog, ya que es mi lengua materna y me resulta más cómodo para expresarme, blablabla (sí, aunque hable en español los “blablabla” no me los quita nadie), de todas maneras eso no significa que no vaya a escribir en inglés, lo haré en versión bilingüe y... bueno, no me enrollo más. 

Hi everyone! As you can see I have started writing my blog in Spanish, because it's my mother tongue and I think it's easier to express myself, blablabla, however it doesn't mean that I'm not going to write in English, I mean I'm doing a bilingual blog and well, I'll stop going on. 



Hoy voy a a hablaros de “Las vírgenes suicidas”, una película de Sofía Coppola estrenada en 1999 e inspirada en la novela, con el mismo nombre, de Jeffrey Eugenides, donde se cuenta la historia de la corta vida de cinco hermanas, las hermanas Lisbon, que viven en un barrio de Michigan con sus padres, estrictos y religiosos... siendo esencialmente este último detalle lo que las termina convirtiendo en seres delicados, fascinantes e inaccesibles para un grupo de chicos que están, en cierto modo, bastante obsesionados con ellas.

Today I am going to talk you about "The Virgin Suicides" a Sofia Coppola film released in 1999 and inspired by the novel (with the same name) by Jeffrey Eugenides, which tells the story about the short life of five sisters, the Lisbon sisters, who live in a neighborhood in Michigan with their strict and religious parents, which makes them being fascinating and inaccessible for a group of guys who quite obsessed with them.




En realidad, no voy a hablar de la película (solo os digo que la veais que es asdhujsdygshadashda genial, un peliculón), sino de la estética de dicha película, del vestuario, el escenario, es decir, de todo aquello que pueda tener relación con la moda.
Sofía Coppola, además de los distintos acercamientos que ha tenido con el mundo “fashionista”, como la colección “Crucero” que Louis Vuitton realizó junto a ella, ha logrado inspirar a numerosos diseñadores, maquilladores y fotógrafos con la estética de esta película y es que, a parte de las melenas rubias de las hermanas Lisbon, sus suicidas pensamientos, y sus habitaciones decoradas con la personalidad de cada una, la fuerte influencia que la estética Naif ejerce en esta película no deja indiferente a nadie. De esta manera, la directora logra centrar el vestuario (del que se encarga Nancy Steiner), el escenario e incluso la forma de grabar, en la inocencia de las cinco hermanas, en ese aire infantil. 

Actually, I'm not going to talk about the movie (I only say that you should watch it asdhujsdygshadashda is an awesome movie), I 'm going to talk about the aesthetics of the film, the costumes, the scenery, and everything that is related to the fashion world. Because apart from the different things that Sofia Coppola has made in the fashion world, like the collection “Cruise” who Louis Vuitton made with her, Coppola has inspired many designers, makeup artist and photographers with the aesthetics of this film where apart from Lisbon siters' blond hair, their suicidal thoughts and their rooms (decorated with the personality of each one), the strong Naif influence just makes feel a strong attraction to all the people who has watched this film. In that way, the director get to focus the wardrobe (designed by Nancy Steiner), the scenery and even how the film has been recorded, in the innocence of the five sisters. 










Entre el vestuario más característico encontramos camisones blancos, largos vestidos, estampados florales, camisetas de cuello de pico, faldas de línea A, uniformes setenteros, etc. Destacando colores nude y pastel, y, de vez en cuando, otros más llamativos. Aun así, Sofía deja que cada personaje transmita su personalidad mediante su estilo y su ropa, encontrándose en una transición entre el estilo de una niña pequeña y el estilo de una mujer adulta.

The most characteristic wardrobre that we can find is: night-dresses, sleeved maxi-dresses, florals prints, V-neck shirts, skirts line-A, 70's school uniforms, etc. Stressing nude and pastels colours, and occasionally bright colours. Anyway, Sofía leaves to each girl to show her personality trough her style, and her clothes, lying in a transtion between a little girl style and a woman style.
















Para terminar, como he dicho antes, muchos diseñadores como Otaduy, o fotógrafos como Robert Harper se han inspirado en dicha estética Naif. Aquí os dejo algunas de sus fotos.  

Finally, as I've said before, many designers as Otaduy, or photographers as Robert Harper have inspired in this aesthetic Naif . Here you have some of their photoshoots.






Bye-bye everyone! <3


"What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality."