I’ve got a serious girl crush on Rachel Weisz. In fact, I celebrate her entire catalog of hotness, from The Mummy to The Fountain (I’ve got a going theory that nobody knows what happened in The Fountain because Rachel’s hotness was completely distracting). Right now, she’s in a London production of A Streetcar Named Desire, meaning that — at long last — two paradigms of sexy have come together: 1940s fashion and the delectable Miss Weisz.
In the wake of acclaim that the play has received, I’d like to think that Rachel’s trademark hotness — on both stage and screen — has prompted the latest resurgence of post-WWII style. Ruffles and drapes, here we come:
[$88, Urban Outfitters]
I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready to channel my inner Blanche DuBois. Minus the trainwreck psychosis part, anyway.