I rarely ever am excited by anything coming out of Chanel, arguably Lagerfeld's most boring brand. There's only so much tweed I can look at before I am bored and disinterested and there hasn't been anything innovative to come out of the designs in a while (except perhaps the bug brooches and prints from Spring Couture presented earlier this year). I suppose that comes with the prestige of being one of the most recognizable brands in the world. Innovation and expansion on themes aren't necessary, I wonder if Lagerfeld feels more ability to utilize his incredible talents and creative chops over at Fendi rather than this house--the collections he creates there are certainly more fun (hello, Monster Collection, I NEED you). Anyways, all this backstory on my aversion to Chanel is to explain my pleasant surprise and delight at the announcement that Willow Smith has just been announced as the new Brand Ambassador for Chanel Beauty.
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"Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit now has a body count."
And so goes the centralized theme and ultimately the tagline of one of my favorite cult classic 80s films: Heathers. It's Mean Girls with a sharp razor's edge, minus all that silly humor that makes Mean Girls so insanely quotable. It's a violent movie. It's creepy. It's crass. It's soap-operatic and it's good, messy fun. Like The Virgin Suicides and Twin Peaks it's a movie rife with visually intricate shots in seemingly mundane settings, vibrant with color and light glares that give the whole movie a dreamy quality while it tackles morbid content.