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Gilda, 1946
Gowns by Jean Louis
Sultry, sexy, seductive, satin, shimmy shimmy ya. Rita Hayworth's Gilda is the femmiest of femme fatales, and oddly, a third wheel in her own relationship. There is most definitely something going on between her two lovers--nothing like coded homosexuality in the good ole days-- so can you blame the girl for doing what she has to do, even if that includes running away to Sous America to etch out a living singing in nightclubs:
Turn it.
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