I first saw Virgin Suicides in high school, a very impressionable age. (I was a little obsessed with Josh Hartnett at the time too.) The Virgin Suicides was written in 1993 by Jeffrey Eugenides. The story takes place in Grosse Pointe, Michigan in the 1970s, centering around the suicides of five sisters. It’s told in the words of the neighborhood boys who worshiped them and who come together 20 years later to try and solve the mystery of the Lisbon sisters.
To this day, I think fondly of Sofia Coppola’s big directorial debut because it is so melancholy and dream-like. It’s so bittersweet and beautiful. I’ve heard it described as, ‘hauntingly poetic’. Fortunately, it is not as grotesque as the title might suggest, and watching the trailer may help convince you, if you don’t believe me.
I was excited to see A Cup of Jo’s post today on How to get the look: Out of Africa, which linked me to Design*Sponge’s post on Living in: the Virgin Suicides.
Photos from Design*Sponge
[image above, clockwise from top left: lockers $524,bestie necklace $13, school clock $33, whale ashtray $16, composition notebook $1.20, leather backpack $170, perfume bottles $24+, lipstick pen $5, paper fans $1]
Trip Fontaine: You’re a stone fox.
Narrator: What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.
Reminiscing about this movie makes me curious to check out the awesome soundtrack too!