I went to see Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette and thought that it was magnificent in a dreamy sort of way. If there was ever a film to see on fashion from the 18th century this was it. Each frame was overflowing with visual candy, from the elaborate dresses and the outlandish headpieces to the glorious table settings, overflowing champagne glasses, mounds of colorful candy towers and the late night parties filled with fun, laughter and pure beauty. At one point I felt like jumping into the screen and joining this fabulous world, well at least before the rioting began and all the beauty turned terribly ugly. I guess it just proves how nothing lasts forever. Everything, especially fashion, is impermanent.