For those in the fashion world, whether it is by greater or smaller degree most likely were riveted to the fashions in the movie The Devil Wears Prada, 2006, staring Meryl Streep. Now that it is out on DVD, you might enjoy an evening of just drooling over each and every fashion as it hit the screen. But this time take out your notebook. There are lessons here about fashion that every woman can learn from.
If you are a great lover of this movie, you can stop here. I don’t want to get into a fight but I warn you – I have accessories and I know how to use them.
First, I loved Meryl Streep’s in The Devil Wears Prada. I appreciated every definitive movement of Streep’s, from the sweep of her hands, her expressive eye movements( that could freeze water into ice and serve them to you in cubes), her majestic walk and her heads up – first in the class attitude.
Streep in each and every fashion outfit she wore was the epitome of elegance, style and class in this distressed-denim-drenched fashion deprived world. How I watched each scene with envy, appreciation, anticipation and delight.
I bet, I was not alone in the hero worship of one of our favorite bedecked movie icon. Wow. Her silver white silky tresses alone made me reconsider my next bottle of dye. And let us not forget that across the country big girls were hopping up and down –
– celebrating the fashion blessing that Ms. Streep was no size 4.
Ann Hathaway, on the other hand, in the number two role as the much put upon junior assistant, sails through the movie going from Cinder Maid to Cinderella. The majority of the outfits were pin up and “cut out worthy” from our favorite fashion spreads. Ms. Hathaway, sporting a slim trim body once again showed Hollywood’s predilection to wafer thin women. At least we were not subjected to bones jutting out from ridiculously sharp collar blades.
Oh, what a delightful succession of fashions that just delighted the eye, inspired the imagination and caused us to dream.
Here is how we can take to heart some lessons we learned from the silver screen.
But rejoice. Revel in a few moments of pleasure when you were transported to a better place, before your feet must touch down once again to the bosom spilling, acid rubbed, liquidly tight jeans and T-shirts we are forced to see on the streets today.
So maybe, you can forget the plot, turn off the sound, hold on to the remote and fast forward though the movie, to lovingly feast your eyes on “the wardrobe of our dreams”. Welcome to fashion heaven.