I haven't watched Fight Club in about a million years. Marla, who was addicted to support groups (amongst other things) was quite memorable and scared me a little. With her messy hair, sunken eyes and strange sickly visage, she looked like someone you might avoid in a city after dark. Despite that I did like her clothes. Now I see that her scruffy disposition was a fitting contrast to her vintage dresses with their sequins and pearl details (and also perfect for her black fur coat). Looking at Marla now makes me want to cut my hair again and buy a big, floppy hat. I think I'll be stopping by Block Buster sometime soon.
*Some images from www.helena-world.com