I've been wanting to watch Francis Ha for THE longest time and I finally got around to watching it on Netflix last night. I wish I could ironically or un-ironically hate this movie but really, I almost want to say I loved it. How is it that a movie can so aptly summarize everything you're going through and everything you're feeling and know you're going to feel in the near future, without having ever met you? Frances always wears these leggings and socks, a fur collared aviator jacket, some sort of wrinkled button up, and Converse high tops: a uniform that remains the only consistent aspect of her unpredictable and confused life.
I think I need a uniform for my own life.
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