Bloom Noir

One of my favorite Christmas gifts was a book on Film Noir. Now, I thought I had seen most film noir movies, but my viewing of the genre seems to be a drop in the bucket. LOTS of movies to see and that means lots and lots of Femme Fatales running around out there to inspire me. The glamour of the ’40’s has aged remarkedly well, and I can’t seem to ever tire of the bold prints, the strong shoulders and lips of the era. Perhaps it’s the smoulder in the eyes that to this day, still promises a blaze. Now I’m in the mood to doll up in waspish waisted dresses printed in a loud floral with “power shoulders.” And I’m definitely digging up my matte red lipstick and black-as-my-heart eyeliner. Mood: NOIR. And I’m feeling most Femme.