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Carl Apfel | ... | Himself |
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Harold Koda | ... | Himself |
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Dries Van Noten | ... | Himself |
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Inez Bailey | ... | Herself |
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Bruce Weber | ... | Himself |
| Iris Apfel | ... | Herself | |
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Duro Olowu | ... | Himself |
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Margaret Russell | ... | Herself |
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Billy Apfel | ... | Himself |
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Alexis Bittar | ... | Himself |
| Naeem Khan | ... | Himself | |
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Jenna Lyons | ... | Herself |
| Mickey Boardman | ... | Himself | |
| Linda Fargo | ... | Herself | |
| David Hoey | ... | Himself | |
IRIS pairs the 87-year-old Maysles with Iris Apfel, the quick-witted, flamboyantly dressed 93-year-old style maven who has had an outsized presence on the New York fashion scene for decades. More than a fashion film, the documentary is a story about creativity and how, even at Iris' advanced age, a soaring free spirit continues to inspire. IRIS portrays a singular woman whose enthusiasm for fashion, art and people are life's sustenance and reminds us that dressing, and indeed life, is nothing but an experiment. Despite the abundance of glamour in her current life, she continues to embrace the values and work ethic established during a middle-class Queens upbringing during the Great Depression. I feel lucky to be working. If you're lucky enough to do something you love, everything else follows. Written by Anonymous
I was very much looking forward to the Iris documentary. I have much enjoyed films such as The September Issue, Lagerfeld Confidential, Mademoiselle C and the rest of them. Somehow fashion films often turn into very soulful portraits of the very creative. Iris is probably comparable to the Diana Vreeland docu: The Eye Has to Travel but where Diana has a profound presence sadly Iris Apfel does not. It is very peculiar watching a documentary about a 90-year-old who conveys no depth. Yes, Iris and her husband seem like "very nice people", but for people of a certain to come across merely as flat characters and not fully developed is actually quite a feat. Even the most one-dimensional develop some sort of depth and persona with age - not here. It's ALL about the surface of things. Nothing more. And this is where "Iris" falls flat on its face, it lacks everything so abundant in Iris Apfel's dress sense: layers, the rich tapestry of the human condition and interest. There is nothing to cling onto in "Iris" - no substance behind the quirky glasses, just an empty human shell.