Tuesday, January 17, 2017

An Eternal Affection for The Virgin Suicides

I first saw this film when I was 13. My friend and I happened upon it one afternoon
and watched the entire movie start to finish without speaking a word. It took my breath away.
I remember the hazy pink light of dusk and feeling for the first time as though I had fallen
hopelessly in love with something that wasn't even human. My friend felt much the same, 
and together we spun as much of Sofia's dreamy vision into our own lives. We collected every song
off the soundtrack, purchased long floral Gunne Sax-inspired dresses. I made collages on my
bedroom walls, draped vintage scarves over my lamps, wrote Trip in lipstick on the mirror in my tiny bathroom (which I'd painted bright tangerine and glued big sunset-colored silk roses all around the frame of the mirror above my sink). 
We sunbathed in the grass and danced to Heart in my backyard all Summer long. Sofia's adaption of this story sparked my love of cinema. It was the first film that blossomed before my eyes and revealed itself to be art. It caused me to go to Blockbuster every Friday after school and scan the isles for any and every movie that peaked my interest. 
It taught me to notice cinematography, subtlety, moments. I am forever grateful to Sofia for this film, and for all of the inspiration it gave me then and remains to give me now. I watch it annually.
(P.S. Shop Nymphet is selling the last restock of the bestselling Lisbon Tee if you want to score one while you still can! Available here. Inspired by Sofia's adaption of The Virgin Suicides.)