Marion Cotillard is one of those actresses that I enjoy in every project she's in. That's not really saying much considering how talented she is, and how many accolades have been heaped upon her and her CV. But, still.
In this little clip of her in Dior's campaign for Lady Dior, one gets a glimpse into the brilliant vision that John Galliano had for Dior, and why Bernard Arnault at LVMH paid him handsomely. Too bad there's a little anti-semite to be found in these talented bastards like Mel Gibson and John Galliano who allow their baser/nastier sides take control of their tongue and spew vile nonsense. We all have the problem with the tongue. The apostle James gave the analogy of the diminutive rudder steering and controlling the large ship. So, too, with our speech. With it we bless our mothers (Happy Mother's day, y'all!!!) and our God and our brood. And, with it, we also curse our fellow man. All of us are guilty of this in some way.
Anyhoo ... back to Marion and those eyes. I'm not sure what color they are, but they are French, and they are housed in such a lovely punim, and they just kill me.
One thing I enjoy is watching an actor speak their native tongue (again with the tongue, Jg.!). Ken Watanabe and Marion Cotillard were both in Inception, and hearing them do their interviews for the film in English was nice. But, to see/hear them speak their native languages of French and Japanese, it seems, to me, that one catches a glimpse into their real personalities. That their humorous or prankster or sweet sides have more freedom to show themselves to us the viewer. Do any of you notice that or feel that? I think I've seen this with Antonio Banderas and Audrey Tautou (and those very kind eyes), and dozens of other actors over the years.
And, speaking of eyes. I was at "Bean, the Coffee" the other night after dinner with family (we ate next to Frankie Avalon and his lovely bride ... I went to high school with three of his kids), and I stopped to pick up a magazine (for some inspiration) and grab a latte.
It was late, and I was probably the last customer of the night. The young woman behind the counter was sort of new, but she'd helped me a couple of times before, and she was getting ready to close up shop. I noticed right away that she had worked her eyes into a dark, smoldering set of peepers. Now, to be honest, I'm the type of male that "notices" things like that. You know, when someone at work or a store I frequent, or a neighbor, or someone I date, changes their appearance in some way. So, my next comment was not meant as some untoward or flirty pickup line. I just said, hey, "I like the smokey eyes. They're working." I threw in a Madonna "Vogue" hand movement across my face to add a little jocularity to the comment.
She sort of chuckled and turned about 3 shades of red. So, now she was rocking smokey eyes and a lovely natural rouge. She was so flustered by the compliment, that she prepped my drink (light drip, half-and-half and a scoop of vanilla powder) and then forgot to charge me. When I tried to pay her, she just said, "on the house" and went about her closing duties. I'm still not sure if she was happy for the compliment or pissed that I said something. I need to learn that sometimes, just noticing is enough. I don't need to always open my pie-hole, and sometimes a woman is happy just to have a new stylish hairdo, or some weight-loss, or smokey eyes without some stranger commenting. Like I said, the tongue can get us all into trouble, whether Mel or Galliano or some FatScribe ordering a little cup o' joe.