For Belle’s iconic yellow ball gown of the original classic, Durran said
“my aim was always to reinterpret the original costumes, flesh them out a
bit and give them texture, but the starting point for Belle especially
was the animation. We ended up creating a simple dress, because what was
most important was the movement of the dress.”
The yellow ball gown, required hundreds of hours of work.
Made of silk organza with gold leaf and glitter detailing in a pattern
that matches the Beast’s ballroom floor, the opulent dress was light
enough for Emma Watson to move in (a lack of a corset helped). And it’s
not meant to be an exact replica of its hand-drawn predecessor. “l
really believe that if you are a fan of the original movie, if the dress
didn’t in some way reinterpret that original dress, it would always be
slightly disappointing,” Durran says. If you look closely at Belle’s
accessories, they too evoke the Beast’s dwelling. “There are elements
that are the results of the castle being a living thing and creating
this costume,” the designer says, noting the plantlike cuff on Belle’s
ear, the feather motif repeated in the hair ornament, and the organic
gold filigree necklace, which Durran says “is a sort of magic
reinterpretation of the tree of life.”
The Beast may be a (former) man of few words, but his costumes tell a
rich story. Early in the film he doesn’t wear much clothing at all;
instead, he hides behind shredded cloth that forms a cape. “There’s not
anything human to him at the beginning, and then slowly human elements
are reintroduced,” Durran says. As he falls deeper in love with Belle,
he starts caring about his wardrobe again — and the
household-staff-turned-objects are eager to assist. “We thought about
how the objects would have been rallying around to try and help him
become the prince that Belle would fall in love with,” Durran says. For
example, when it came to the outfit the Beast wears to the ball,
Durran’s team imagined Plumette painting the design onto it, making the
embroidery look like gold print. Not that it’s easy dressing a Beast:
Durran had to make garments that stretched and moved with the
animal-like character, which required alternately working with the
visual-effects department, a physical mold, a stuntman and actor Dan
Stevens. Even the Beast’s beard was a challenge. As Durran puts it,
“Collars are not problems you usually deal with.” Ruffly neckwear — how
The bearowl from The Croods. This is a seriously cool looking critter. The real life animals are blended together so well you start to wonder if the designers worked on Avatar: The Last Airbender. Mod A’s favourite part? It’s cute feather ear-horns.
You and your boyfriend were one and the same when it came to drinking: you barely did it, and when you did, it ended in vomiting. So, naturally, Clay was very worried any time he found you with a drink in your hand. He’d constantly check on you, asking you every 5 minutes if you were okay. And when the time inevitably came that all of the alcohol came back up, he would sit with you and hold you hair as you puked, rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Once you were finished, he would help you stand to brush your teeth and you would give him an embarrassed smile and thank him for being there for you. “I’ll never leave your side, babe.” he’d say, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Jeff’s main concern when you were drinking was always your safety. He wasn’t big on drinking himself, so he’d always be sober and volunteer to be your designated driver. Jeff would make sure you were drinking responsibly. “How many drinks have you had, babe?” and “Here, drink this water for me” would constantly flow from his mouth. He’d keep an eye on you at all times too, so that when he saw you stumble a little too close to the pool, he could run and catch you before you hurt yourself. At the end of the night, he’d stop at your favorite fast food place and (gently) force you to eat as many carbs as you could. Of course, you’d thank him the next day when you didn’t have a hangover.
Drinking always made you a little more needy. After a couple of drinks, your walls would come down and you’d find yourself craving the feeling of Alex’s arms around you or his lips on yours. This was the point in the night when you would seek him out at whatever party you two were at. A smile would always form on his lips when he saw you stumbling toward him, eyes locked on him. “Hey babygirl, I was wondering when you’d be joining me” he’d say with a chuckle as you fell into his open arms. “Missed you.” you’d slur, letting yourself get cozy on the couch next to you. This was how you two would spend the rest of the night– cuddled up on someone’s couch, focused solely on each other, despite the party raging on around you two.
Justin was no stranger to the drunk version of his girlfriend. He knew you could handle your liquor well– maybe even better than he could. What worried him wasn’t whether you’d be okay, it was how other guys acted towards you. It was no secret that you and Justin were dating, but sometimes that didn’t seem to matter to the other jocks at Liberty. Those moments tended to come when there was alcohol present. He trusted you completely, but trusting everyone else? Not so much. This was why Justin always had an arm around you when you were drinking. He was afraid of what could happen if someone else cornered you when you were drunk and he wasn’t there to protect you. He’d just smile and say, “Gotta keep my princess safe” before peppering you with kisses.
You’d found that it was very easy to lose track of Zach at the big post-win parties that he drags you to. It doesn’t surprise you–he’s the star athlete, the center of attention. When this happened, though, you’d often entertain yourself with alcohol. Zach would be sure to know where you are at every moment– a quick glance at you every now and then, a “where are you?” text when he lost you. But all too often, he’d get dragged away by his teammates and you wouldn’t get to spend much time with him until the party began to die down. By this time, you’d had plenty to drink and that alcohol was making you sleepy. This was when Zach would find you, half asleep on the couch. He’d sigh before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, his feather-light touch just enough to make your eyes flutter open. “Ready to go, my love?” he’d ask, before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the car. You’d fall into a deep sleep before making it to his house, where he’d carry you to bed, placing a kiss on your head and whispering “I love you” before drifting to sleep next to you.