Sunday, September 16, 2012
The Royal Tenenbaums is not my favourite Wes Anderson movie (come on: it begins and ends with Rushmore) but this is one of my favourite scenes when it comes to appropriate use of music. Plus that coat is just... I mean... fuck. I once tried on a coat like that in Fi&Co, an adorable William Street shop (check it out, ya'll) owned by my next door neighbour and I looked like I was wearing goddamn roadkill. The fact I do not resemble Gwyneth Paltrow did not help matters.