I watched Marie Antoinette last night, the often inaccurate and somewhat campy version with Kirsten Dunst. This movie IS the cure for nightmares about beige. It is potentially the most visually delicious movie I have watched in years... complete eye candy. Now I have the urge to put the mid-century tables in storage and hunt for French antiques, and I suddenly have a deep and irrepressible need for bed hangings. And pink. I need more pink in my life. I want to bake things and cover them with sculpted pink marzipan.
Even better than the decorations, if that is possible, are the shoes and the hair. I recently became enamored of Claire Pettibone lingerie and the shoes and the hair from the movie will be perfect with it. I can walk around Memphis with that hair, right?


