Blame it on the trendiness and overstimulation of fashion month, which is leaving me oddly exhausted, bored, and frustrated for some reason, but I’ve been kind of hiding from the “fashion world” lately… other than checking up on my considerably heavy bloglovin’ roster, I’ve been hunkering down in front of my school work, which has led me to develop a STUNNING new obsession…
A few weeks ago, I posted about one film I’ve watched in my Soviet and Russian Film class (Eisenstein’s Strike), and I absolutely CANNOT keep myself from waxing poetic about another export from the Soviet Union. This time it’s the 1957 film The Cranes Are Flying, which is legitimately the most gut-wrenching, stunning, gorgeous, amazing, orgasmic, terrifying, psychologically engaging, beautiful film I have ever watched. I DO NOT SAY THIS LIGHTLY.
I strongly, strongly, strongly, STRONGLY encourage you to watch it (you can find all of it on youtube -subtitled- here)… but to give you an idea of how absolutely powerful it is, here are some screen caps:
[images sourced from Google Images]
Still images can’t really do it justice; so much of this film’s genius is in its captivating movement and the use of truly innovative and ambitious camera techniques. Not to get all technical on you, but… just LOOK at these scenes:
There are so many more moments I could show [and so much more commentary I could write], but in the interest of not *completely * turning off my readers, suffice to say that YOU NEED TO SEE THIS FILM.
ANYWAY, HERE’S MY ATTEMPT TO MAKE THIS ALL RELEVANT TO WHAT IS [SUPPOSEDLY] A FASHION BLOG : I’m definitely definitely definitely inspired sartorially by this film. I adore the stark simplicity and minimalist femininity (yes, I did just employ the term “minimalist femininity”…) of Veronica’s (the main female character’s) costumes and makeup and am struck by the distinct Russian aesthetic sensibility that pervades the film–one that is mostly practical, quietly elegant, and homogenous but at times flirts, albeit in a carefully measured way, with elements of Western frippery and fanfare.
This’ll get me wearing black turtlenecks, enveloping coats, equestrian boots, flowing chiffon, and some geometric prints and lines to reflect the gorgeous environment as well as Veronica’s particular aesthetic. JUST YOU WAIT.
CONGRATULATIONS IF YOU SURVIVED MY DIATRIBE. I’ll stop talking now. I promise.