Miss Bonnie Parker

Ok.

So the other night, after a long and exhausting marathon of Law & Order in various incarnations (original, Criminal Intent, Special Victims Unit) The Boyfriend and I decided to do one more sweep of the giant million-channel-menu and discovered to our great delight that Bonnie and Clyde was about to start in under 3 minutes. The perfect way to top off a ridiculously long television marathon.

We settled back against the futon, Snuggies tucked firmly in place, and then it happened: Bonnie Parker. I love you.

I realize the wonderful social backdrop that accompanies the majestic quality of this movie, especially in a nostalgic sense given the current economical landscape, but DAMN sister had some SERIOUS fashion sense!
And I'm not just talking about the cinematic version (however, Faye Dunaway...you will forever have a place in my heart.) The real-life Bonnie Parker, captured in the few legitimate photos from the time period, as found on Google, display that being constantly on the run did not put a crimp into looking fabulous.



The Actual Bonnie Parker. The Shirt! The Layering! I'm In LOVE!


CIGARS! TRIUMPH!


Check out the guns so artfully placed within the folds of the trench. Mastermind.

And of course, homage must be paid to Bonnie Parker of the cinematic universe. Faye Dunaway is so impossibly beautiful in this movie that it's difficult to focus on anything else at times. She made flinging herself emotionally through a barren cornfield look like the height of glamor.


Beautiful.


PATTERN!

This is clearly going to be behind many of my outfit choices from this point onward. The hunt for the perfect scarf begins. I've generally avoided scarfs/neckerchiefs/bibs for the most part due to a distaste for being compared to a "Hipster" which I now realize only makes me grumpy and cynical, and since I'm not an overly hormonal teenager anymore, I should probably just...relax.

And on that note....