Parties in purple; the rest of life is brown.

This silent film is just intoxicating -- I've never seen anything that so closely resembles an Edward Gorey come to life. My friend Sarah said I must watch it after we were watching Igor Stravinsky and Coco Chanel (almost numbingly beautiful, but don't look for a great deal of depth), and she caught the reference to the party scene in After Death in the modern film we were watching:



She makes even grief seem chic.