Contempt and my new color-scheme
Last night I went to see Jean-Luc Godard’s Le Mépris (Contempt) at La Cinémathèque Française, a place that is all kinds of awesome. It’s housed in an amazing Frank Gehry building, has an incredible museum and library of cinema on the premises, and screens an entirely overwhelming number of films on a daily basis. If you wanted to know ground-zero for an autodidactic approach to becoming a real cinéphile, La Cinémathèque Française is the place. I’ve seen Contempt many times before (how would I know how to do my eyeliner or wear stripes if I hadn’t?), but this was the first time I’d seen it on the big screen and man was it cool. They are showing Contempt as part of a larger retrospective on the work of Alberto Moravia, the Italian writer responsible for many of the most interesting narratives of that era of filmmaking. I’m planning to hit the Bertolucci and the Pasolini screenings next week. I find it is good to have goals.
I don’t know whether it is the sudden profusion of bright, blue-sky days in Paris or merely my fatigue with the monochromatic look of winter clothing, but I’ve been starved for some new colors in my life lately. While I had a pleasant recollection of Godard’s gorgeous use of the primary color palette in the film, something about the mustard yellows, cherry reds, and robin egg blues really hit home last night. If you too are needing some new hues in your life, here’s some stills I stole from the internets. Hope they make you feel as swell as I did.
Lucky you!! Enjoy it all while you’re young, I say.
Ok, I have an idea for a photo shoot. We need: you, your 60s shoulders, your BB hair (teased) and skillfully done eyeliner, your new stripes, a bathtub and a Piccoli-looking Frenchman.
They are 60s shoulders now, huh? A few weeks ago they were 19th century shoulders. At any rate, I’m an anachronism.