Don’t ask why, cus I aint gon tell you, but I’ve been rather moody these days. If I was some dark, lukewarm cocktail, I’d be one part scotch, one part anxiety, and probably a pinch of sexual frustration? I’m basically Kristen Stewart. Anyway, in this particular downcast, there is but one movie that consoles my pessimism: A Single Man.
Directed by the best-dressed control-freak on the planet, A Single Man is living legend Tom Ford’s first foray into film directing–and man does it live up to his bar. Every scene could pass as a fashion editorial, every line is so well acted–it’s cinematic couture. A meticulously tailored piece of work.
CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THIS FILM’S FLAWLESS VISUALS?
I’m like a book you have to read. A book can’t read itself to you.
It doesn’t even know what it’s about.
The costumes in this film are stunning. I’m rethinking my style entirely.
I’m so tempted to ditch my 2014 sporty black. I’m ready to go vintage.
Get me into a 1960s suit, STAT. Who am I.
Omg. Now I’m in tears again just thinking about the film.
NEED. MORE. ICE. CREAM….