My Netflix addiction strikes again. Last night I watched Hitchcock's Dial M For Murder for the first time, and beside being a thumping great movie, it was a crash course on style quality over quantity.
What do I mean?
Unlike today's starlets who go through hundreds of wardrobe changes in a single movie, concert, appearance, etc. (thank you product placement folks) Grace Kelly's handful of ladylike outfits and bright red lips was eons beyond every wanna-be-celeb-du-jour.
I was especially taken with her fab lacy red dress while the mink stole just sealed the deal for me. I want to look like that right now.
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