Wee fashion wunderkinder Tavi Geritson assembles screen grabs of the cinematic sanctuaries of teen girls. Give 'em a gander, won't you?
In a happy coincidence, the Guardian's Danny Leigh considers The Runaways as a leaping-off point for an appreciation of those same cinematic sanctuaries, precisely because they slip the bounds of a man's man's man's man's world. An excerpt:
...[T]hough I was a teenage misfit, I wasn't a teenage girl misfit...
[I]t struck me that The Runaways wasn't the first movie that left me appreciating its virtues while feeling a little ... excluded. If there's one film whose shadow falls long across the story of Jett and troubled Runaways front-girl Cherie Currie, it's Sofia Coppola's The Virgin Suicides, another movie I happily wandered out of oblivious to the spell its portrait of 70s girlhood would have on many women. And the nub of the confusion was that the onscreen reference points I didn't quite get weren't the obvious ones – it wasn't period pains that eluded me, it was the significance of charm bracelets and unicorns doodled in diaries and the nameless mood that female friends recognised on sight.
*No, not that one.
