Sometimes I am prone to a little daydreaming and having just procured myself a copy of Alice in Wonderland, illustrated by the French artist Marie Laurencin (which originally sold for 16,000 francs 79 years ago…so yes I am in my smug tree!), I started to wonder whether there isn’t a little of Alice in all of us?
On this note, it is frustrating to read so many slating reviews of Tim Burton’s recent remake, obviously written by tradionalists who are bitter that Burton dared to indulge himself with the fantastical costumes and characters rather than create something sickly sweet and Disney-esque. I personally don’t see anything wrong with favouring style over substance, and let’s face it, the film was a feast for the eyes.
So back to my errant imagination – I began to daydream how I might play the part of Alice. Well first things first, WARDROBE! Get me some Louboutins and a Pucci maxi dress. There, that’s better. Then there’s the tea party – at my fête I would serve rose petal cupcakes and pornstar martinis (martini with a shot of champagne, darling). In Richmond Park. And the Mad Hatter would magically morph into Ryan Reynolds. Oh, what do you mean that’s no possible? It’s my daydream!!
Curiouser and Curiouser.
Love, Amandine x
love, Amandine x 