L'amant by J.J. Annaud, 1992
My last year at university. The year was 1992 and grunge was all around us. I had loved Duras' novel L'amant so much that I decided to give Annaud's movie adaptation a chance. Unsurprisingly, the movie was a major disappointment, except for its impeccable styling. A breath of fresh air at that time. I was transfixed. I think I must have dreamed of handsome Asian men in white linen suits for months afterwards. Still to this day, it holds everything I love in terms of wardrobe.