Normally movie stars do not impress me, especially in the realm of fashion. They are the product of stylists, makeup artists, and teams of people plotting their every move. It makes me yawn. Express yourself by yourself. Helena Bonham Carter is one of the rare exceptions. She is the last English Rose of her kind; a real gothic beauty. When you see her it is usually in one of two modes; crazy cat lady with wild hair, or creepy Dickensian queen of all that is macabre. This editorial definitely falls into the latter category.
Her’s is a brand of ladylike primness that even I can get behind. It’s darker, weirder, and a tad bit scary. She never quite left the Marla Singer character behind because it was her. It’s like she’s a product of every part she’s ever played; corpse bride, pie-baking murderess, psychopathic witch, and of course, the real-life Miss Havisham.