The movie Amelia opens today. I don’t want to see it. I kinda already know the ending. Sorta like when everyone ran out to see Titanic???? Didn’t they already know the punchline? But I must say I am slightly obsessed with Miss Earhart. Why you ask? Why do my pupils dilate a tad darker when I chance an image or story of this celestial siren? Is it because of the trails she blazed in our sky? Is it for her plucky, independent streak that shattered glass ceilings for us girls? Do I love her because she defied society’s gender rules, and still maintained her feminine allure? ……………No. I just really like her clothes. She dressed totally rad and badass, but still managed to look elegant and chic. Look how effing cool she is:
If Miss Amelia were with us today she would rock Jean Paul Gautier’s Hermes, Ready to Wear Fall, 2009 collection. For once, I don’t detect much circus or mania in this Gautier batch; just beautiful, polished, 1930s inspired designs.
Why did they have to have horse face Hillary Swank play her? Can't stand her. Amelia was way beautiful, unlike the woman playing her.