Since I first read it during my formative years, F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby has been my favorite book of all time. I have read and re-read it countless times since, highlighting poignant and meaningful passages, and it seems to only get better with each read. That, I feel, is the mark of a truly good story. Of course, I have also seen the 1974 movie adaptation with Robert Redford and Mia Farrow. And now, as of two Fridays ago, Baz Luhrmann's version, starring Leonardo DeCaprio and Carey Mulligan, is a contender. Unfortunately, haven't had the opportunity to see it--yet! But I will--and I couldn't be more excited to discover how this version stacks up to the absolute perfection that is the story of Nick, Daisy, and Gatsby. In the meantime, I'm partying with Jay Gatsby from the sidelines...and here are my inspirations:
He smiled understandingly--much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey. Precisely at that point it vanished--
One of the most stunning examples of literature come to life, the iconic Tiffany & Co. created Jazz Age Glamour, a collection of jewelry for the Gatsby film. As a celebration of the 1920s, featuring amazing diamond necklaces and bracelets, looping strands of pearls, and ornate headpieces, "The collection captures [Fitzgerald's] characters’ privileged lives with modern versions of their Tiffany jewels that glittered through posh parties and summer soirées at grand estates, fueled by jazz and bubbling champagne. " This dazzling Corsage Necklace (not to mention its price tag) take my breath away.
I like large parties. They're so intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy.
I can't take credit for discovering this tank; the lovely Megan shared her fabulous Etsy discovery with me, and I have been obsessing ever since. While it seemed that no one who came to Gatsby's parties was actually invited, aside from perhaps Nick and Daisy, I wouldn't mind being a Gatsby party-crasher. The Spring House on Block Island is how I've always pictured Gatsby's house in my mind, but I have a feeling Baz Luhrmann has something a bit more elaborate in mind. I suppose I'll have to wait and see.
"I wouldn't ask too much of her," I ventured. "You can't repeat the past."
"Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!"
He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.
This Gatsby clutch is one of a zillion reasons why I love Kate Spade, for keeping geeky English majors like me on trend. I've had my eye on the Gatsby clutch for some time. Against the cheerful yellow, I love that the strand of pearls seems to represent the excess of the roaring twenties and the pool of black the dark subtext of the Gatsby tale--and all with an irresistible pinstripe lining that would have been right at home in West Egg.
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
As a teenager reading The Great Gatsby, I was always struck by Gatsby's seeming obsession with the past. During days when I was beginning to carve my own path, the story of Gatsby and Daisy--and the collateral damage left in their wake--was an almost cautionary tale to me, of lost love, regret, and broken dreams. All of that, of course, wrapped in a shiny package of lavish parties, amazing clothing, and wealth beyond measure. To me, this tiny heart ring is a sweet symbol of what should have mattered most for Gatsby and Daisy, of what was ultimately lost.
He must have felt that he had lost the old, warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...
When I spotted this print on Etsy, I was immediately sold. Representing wealth and recklessness, the image of Gatsby's car is printed, appropriately, in green over an actual page from The Great Gatsby. For me, Gatsby's "gorgeous car," an object of his material wealth and the source of coveting and admiration in the early Gatsby chapters, becomes sinister in the end--a physical harbinger of death, a vehicle (quite literally) of Gatsby's undoing. Admittedly, I am a bit obsessed with this story, but I truly love this print for its subtle loveliness and sadness.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch our arms farther... And one fine morning-- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Green has long been my favorite color. I inherited my green eyes from my wonderful mother. For a little while, while I was growing up, I was slightly covetous of my brother and sister's bright blue eyes--until I learned in science class that green was the most rare... So, while I may not believe in the green light the way Gatsby did, I absolutely appreciate the symbolism of green in the story, as well as its glorious physical manifestations in the wide world of fashion, like this absolutely stunning trench from Burberry Prorsum. I mean, a green lace Burberry trench: need I say more, old sport?
I've spoken several who have seen Baz Luhrmann's Gatsby so far, and people either love it or hate it. I sincerely hope that I am in the former camp, a failed movie adaptation is perhaps one of the biggest disappointments ever. For me, I've never had issue with artist liberty and interpretation, provided that the integrity of the story and its themes remains. I suppose I'm just going to have to see for myself and report back!
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