Directed by Sofia Coppola (2017)
by Jaime Davis, The Fixer

When I was in high school, I had subscriptions to about 10 different magazines: Vogue, Seventeen, W, Rolling Stone, Entertainment Weekly, Bazaar, YM, Elle, etc. A lot of the "women's interest" rag mags I peeped back then were Mad About the Girl, the Girl in question being none other than Sofia Coppola. Featured in profile after inane profile or in party pics, Sofia appeared to embody all the 90's cool I could never quite muster: minimalist, skinny chic, effortless in every fucking way. "Oh! Here's Sofia and her fashion-y, model-y friends in the Village. And HERE she is hanging with rock stars (Kim Gordon!). OMG she has a clothing line called Milk Fed that I could never ever afford!" (Also I think she dated Keanu Reeves back in the day which is like super heckin cool). For a young girl who, at that time, operated with a level of self-esteem around 37%, Coppola embodied a sort of love-hate escapism; I dreamed of living a life half as cool as hers, being half as cool as she was, while fully realizing the PR machine behind her was just a bunch of bullshit dressed up in cool trainers, baby tee, and stretchy black skirt. When the news about Coppola moved away from scene girl to her impending directorial debut, The Virgin Suicides, I became fully immersed in all things Coppola. At the time I fancied becoming a filmmaker myself, so naturally now I wanted to BE HER. Ugh.