But that dress.
It really deserves that iconic status, even though that famous shot didn't even make it into the finished movie. (Too sexy, the studio said.) And really, the shot makes no sense. The hot air rushing up from the subway is not at all refreshing, unless you enjoy the stench of dead rats marinating in stale urine, and walking on the grate in heels is a great way to a) break your ankle and/or b) ruin your shoes.
But that dress! Seven Year Bitch would not exist without The Seven Year Itch, and for that I can almost excuse its many flaws.
Seven Year Bitch was given to me by a friend of a friend who picked it up and thought I might like it. (Dear friends of friends: I strongly encourage this practice.) I liked it! I still like it! I might even love it. The print is a little unusual, almost feathery, or are those leafs? The background looks sort of snowstorm-y.
Maybe because of its obvious antecedent, Seven Year Bitch manages to give the impression of being sexy without actually showing a lot of skin.
Except at the bottom. The skirt is actually quite short.
But that just means it twirls very satisfyingly.
And another thing: Marilyn Monroe's character doesn't even have a name! She's listed in the credits as "The Girl." I want Peggy Olson to school everyone involved with this movie, but she was only 15 when it came out.
All photos by Claire Loeb! Except for the one of Marilyn Monroe. Duh.