Last night I saw Kristen Stewart’s film Come Swim at Sundance Film Festival’s short film tour. I love films. I would rather go to the movies on a Friday night than do anything else. Films like The Big Sick, Drive, Girl Interrupted, Her, Like Crazy, Amelie, Mean Girls (an actual classic and if you don’t agree, we can’t be friends), Silver Linings Playbook, Melancholia, and the list goes on. But I don’t keep up with the film industry. Mostly because I went to USC and the film nerds from that school have shrines to Christopher Nolan and Martin Scorsese in their bedrooms and follow Rotten Tomatoes like it’s God’s word. I’m not saying those aren’t two great directors and that Rotten Tomatoes isn’t a reliable source–but most of those students just don’t question movies that are made by the elite of the industry simply because they are made by the elite. My motto is to question everything. It feels a little unsolicited to voice my opinions on films considering I didn’t study film. I’m not trying to get a bunch of film majors’ panties in a bunch and open up my Tumblr to a slew of anon hate–which is why I don’t talk extensively about my love of this art.
Anyway, I digress. When asked about her film, Kristen said “I wanted to externalize a literally internal thought process” and that’s simply beautiful. Putting your internal dialogue on display for everyone to see and criticize is incredibly courageous. Using film as a way of displaying the human condition–her human condition–resonated with me more than any written piece could have. I didn’t have an opinion on Kristen Stewart before but now I’m a fan.
Prince of Wales print jacket-Bershka, similar here (expensive), and here (affordable)
red heels-Zara, similar here (affordable), and here (cheap)
snakeskin boots-River Island
denim shorts-asos, similar here (affordable), and here (afforable)