i LOVE sophia coppola...lost in translation? he virgim suicides? absolute brilliance.
and i love that you posted this (intentionally?) during the 'where the wild things are' new york city-wide festival...her ex-husband/director spike jonze is being wined, dined, and having all sorts of red carpets rolled out before him this week.
the irony is not lost on me that he allegedly did her all sorts of wrongs, and although she comes from film-making royalty, the industry seems to be his oyster.
i wonder why it is that her genius doesn't seem to be quite so celebrated as his...
everyone recognizes brigit bardot's voice! sophia had a baby with her french boyfriend, the guy from Air. they did some of the songs from Lost in Translation. i love her too.
what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
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Briget Bardot's voice, the etheral beauty, and Paris....my goodness, Coppola is a true goddess!
I will never be so "cosmetically" beautiful. I hope the model is as happy as she looks!
Oh my gosh, I would like to be swept away with balloons like that.... such lovely images...
i LOVE sophia coppola...lost in translation? he virgim suicides? absolute brilliance.
and i love that you posted this (intentionally?) during the 'where the wild things are' new york city-wide festival...her ex-husband/director spike jonze is being wined, dined, and having all sorts of red carpets rolled out before him this week.
the irony is not lost on me that he allegedly did her all sorts of wrongs, and although she comes from film-making royalty, the industry seems to be his oyster.
i wonder why it is that her genius doesn't seem to be quite so celebrated as his...
I want that kiss, brief as it was.
Just so pretty and lighthearted! And miss Bardot singing is always a mood uplifter.
everyone recognizes brigit bardot's voice!
sophia had a baby with her french boyfriend, the guy from Air. they did some of the songs from Lost in Translation. i love her too.
Ahhhh...Paris.
oh if only real life was that beautiful! that said, i love the colour palette and the soundtrack. sofia is so talented. hx
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