Lynch also had an obsessive interest in the Wizard of Oz and I often feel like the red nail is a sort of ruby slipper symbol in many ways! Great piece 💅
read this with the same chipped red nail polish i’ve had on since i finished twin peaks for the first time and i didn’t even notice how prevalent it was 😭 stunning analysis
This was spellbinding. Like watching Laura Palmer light a cigarette in reverse.
Red polish as both armor and signal flare — feminine allure turned weapon, or warning, or ghostlight. I never consciously noticed the manicures in Lynch’s women before, but now it’s like I can’t unsee them. They’re everywhere, beckoning from some purgatorial diner or velvet-draped dream.
Especially loved the connection to Mulholland Drive — the disappearing red nails as Diane’s fantasy fractures feels like a metaphor for the evaporating self under Hollywood’s funhouse mirror.
Also: The Louboutin short you mentioned is such a perfect postscript. A stiletto stabbing its way into Lynch’s surrealism, quite literally.
Thank you for this eerie little shrine to lacquered sorrow. 💅🕯️
Red on my fingers and toes is a go-to for me when I need to tap into some primal empowerment. I just painted them yesterday for the first time in a while — thanks for your insights — it was a good read at the right time.
Lynch also had an obsessive interest in the Wizard of Oz and I often feel like the red nail is a sort of ruby slipper symbol in many ways! Great piece 💅
yes!!! there’s definitely a connection there
read this with the same chipped red nail polish i’ve had on since i finished twin peaks for the first time and i didn’t even notice how prevalent it was 😭 stunning analysis
ahh amazing!!!
This is such an incredible analysis! ❤️
thank you!! ❣️
This was spellbinding. Like watching Laura Palmer light a cigarette in reverse.
Red polish as both armor and signal flare — feminine allure turned weapon, or warning, or ghostlight. I never consciously noticed the manicures in Lynch’s women before, but now it’s like I can’t unsee them. They’re everywhere, beckoning from some purgatorial diner or velvet-draped dream.
Especially loved the connection to Mulholland Drive — the disappearing red nails as Diane’s fantasy fractures feels like a metaphor for the evaporating self under Hollywood’s funhouse mirror.
Also: The Louboutin short you mentioned is such a perfect postscript. A stiletto stabbing its way into Lynch’s surrealism, quite literally.
Thank you for this eerie little shrine to lacquered sorrow. 💅🕯️
Red on my fingers and toes is a go-to for me when I need to tap into some primal empowerment. I just painted them yesterday for the first time in a while — thanks for your insights — it was a good read at the right time.
going to the salon now asking for a lynchean manucure