India is reminiscent of Séverine in Belle de Jour (1967, costume design by Yves Saint Laurent and Hélène Nourry), an inhabited young woman on the verge of change, her mind confused yet interminably focused. Like Séverine, India’s clothes, a mix of high-waist short pleated skirts, blouses and slip dresses, reflect her evasive personality. (x)
“Personally speaking, I can’t wait to watch life tear you apart.” - Stoker (2013)
“Do you want to know why I feel at a disadvantage right now?”
“Because I didn’t know you existed until today?”
“Because you’re standing below me.”
My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing, longing to be rescued, to be completed. Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I’m not formed by things that are of myself alone. I wear my father’s belt tied around my mother’s blouse, and shoes which are from my uncle. This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realize this do you become free, and to become adult is to become free.
Sometimes you need to do something bad, to stop you from doing something worse.
Jane Eyre (2011)
I wish a woman could have action in her life, like a man. It agitates me to pain that the skyline over there is ever our limit. I long sometimes for a power of vision that would overpass it, if I could behold all I imagine. I’ve never seen a city. I’ve never spoken with men. And I fear my whole life will pass.