les adieux à la reine

Hey, hey, did you guys know that when I go girlie, I go HARD? No, I didn’t think so. In yet another instance of stereotypical sacchariferous, unabashed ladylike fashion, I admit a fondness for all things Rococo, Versailles, Marie Antoinette. I will eat a dozen macarons in one sitting and was once elatedly excited when someone told me I resembled a cupcake at a friend’s wedding. I frolicked with the frivolous glee of a middle American child at Disney World the first time Brian took me to Versailles (the same day, which, in a perfect expression of synchronism, I held the door to a cramped fromagerie open for Mz. Sofia Coppola and her baby carriage). And Sofia’s rendition of Marie’s ennui does no wrong in my thus candied eyes. Also, I’m super duper into costumes. It then follows that I must rejoice in events that suggest/require themed attire. And sometimes I accoutre in theme when the occasion calls not for it. Yesterday, for instance, Brian, aka besthusbandinthegalaxy, bought tickets to the first U.S. screening and director Q&A of Benoît Jacquot’s Les adieux à la reine (Farewell, My Queen), the story of the devotion of the ill-fated queen’s reader (servant POV, what what!) that opened this year’s Berlin International Film Festival. Well, then, what’s a girl to do when faced with such an affair? Dress in at least slight approximation to a macaron or profiterole, natch.

Farewell, My Queen still from The Huffington Post

This outfit needed something in pistachio. I just couldn’t get it together. So you can just imagine a pistachio macaron sitting in my belly. I will do this, too.

You must drink bubbles before a Marie Antoinette era film. Must.

Shimmy-shakin’ in a Zara crochet sweater (more peach IRL), BB Dakota Alethea skort (yes, I said skort), Repetto lace-ups, Purevile Marie Antoinette neckace

Besides the aforementioned fixations with 18th-century French frippery (which is sumptuously represented therein), I did truly love this film and highly recommend it. It’s toned in a such a way I haven’t seen in a picture on this subject matter before; it gives the viewer the sensation of confinement and apprehensive discomfort from the servants’ vantage point (a rarity) — a large feat (re:confinement) given it was filmed at Versailles proper. Ça suffit!