My head's still astray from the weekend and comme d'habitude, the odd child in me is looking for imagery that will haunt my head with my otherworldly interpretations. For instance, Emmanuelle Bercot's veiled beauty in Maïwenn's Le Roi.
There's always that uncanny disconcerting feeling I get when I look at images in relation to marriage. For instance, my notion of an ideal groom would be someone like Robert de Montesquieu and for some reason, I do like the idea of a bride like Jeanne Moreau in Truffaut's The Bride Wore Black. And an image that has been exciting my head is the impossible imagining of "what if Jean Cocteau and Jean Marais lived to get married." I'd perhaps dress myself as an "ideal groom" this Halloween because it's quite symbolic of a domestic/societal tumult that's overflowing with anxiety and power struggles.