Director: Jack Clayton
Costume designer : Barbara Matera
Hats : Woody Shelp
Jewels : Cartier
To start off, I haven’t read the book -yet-. It’s been on my reading list since my childhood. This is the sort of book that is somewhat sacred to me because I clearly remember the first time I saw the cover. I was about 5 years old and not quite able to read yet and obsessed with finally being able to read a full text in my learning book. Fascinated by books in general, I was instantly smitten by the distant elegance of the Farrow/Redford couple.
Clearly I wasn’t to post about the Lurhman’s version. The moment I heard Toby Maguire’s lifeless boring voice going on the introductory monologue, that was just enough to put me off. Let’s not even get into the Di Caprio and Beyoncé mess. Just as much I loved R&J and Moulin Rouge, I also think that one ought to know when to stop side tracking.
Edit: I finally got a chance to watch Luhrman’s version today. What I suspected was unfortunately confirmed. It was just horrendous. However, I’ll post an entry about the film. This is about fashion in films not movie reviews after all. On that note, I must say that the job done by the costume designer is spectacular-spectacular indeed.
Poor little rich girl Daisy Buchanan. Most of her outfits are white (even if it sounds like a cliché, it does convey a feeling of innocence and purity) throughout the movie. And two other colours come to my mind : Sunny yellow (commonly known as the colour of infidelity) when she throws roses to Gatsby and lilac (apparently symbol of peace and true feelings) when she meets up with him again for the first time.
That’s one of the greatest pleasures you get from visually scrutinizing a movie. You get to see what no one else can see. Here is lovely Ingrid Boulting in the extras wearing a printed one-shoulder dress with a black sequined headband and a poppy flower scarf. But wait there’s more to come…
A closer look at the silk kimono print
Daisy arriving at the third party given by Gatsby. That huge lamé cocoon coat feels a bit like a Poiret. The interesting detail is in the fabric although almost imperceptible : It’s covered in pink and blue dots:
Detail of Daisy’s dress (mola style) that unfortunately will not be seen in full. I suppose hand caressing funny shaped cake tins has to be the sexiest moment of the film (not so much as Faye Dunaway in ‘The Thomas Crown affair’ though).