I can’t decide whether following Claire’s career all these years makes me feels smarter… or dumber.
I can’t decide whether following Claire’s career all these years makes me feels smarter… or dumber.
*349 weeks ago
Well, folks…. it’s started. I just decided to watch the pilot this weekend. We’ll see if this actually materializes into something… y’know… consistent. But! I thought, while I was at it, I might as well catalogue all the VERY MANY things Carrie wears in the pilot. If nothing else, this will provide some context for just how far we’ve fallen.
I believe my exact words upon taking this screenshot were “she is a banana!” That’s all. Cute lil’ banana.
For realsies, this shot is iconique and I love all the color. Carrie doesn’t really wear this much color anymore. The jacket looks great with her hair color and the scarf is very pretty. Another thing I thought while composing this is someone should catalogue all the scarves of Carrie Mathison, the same way I catalogue the many hats of Homeland. Homie is almost never without a scarf when she’s also wearing a coat.
OK OK OK flash forward ten months. This outfit is quite something. First, that peacoat. I feel like Carrie hasn’t worn a coat that feminine (save the cream wrap coat from 7.10)…. basically ever since. Also, that bag! That’s a fancy little crossbody (of course, crossbody).
One of the things I love about this show (and about my need to chronicle said love through this blog) is that I almost always pick up something new when I watch. Even with an episode like this, which I’ve probably seen 6-10 times. LOOK AT HER EARRINGS!!! I’d never noticed before. Those are some capital-E earrings if I ever saw ‘em. Damn, girl.
I think this is one of two skirts Carrie has ever worn on this show. Full disclozh when I was watching I kinda sorta ~forgot that she came home from the one night stand (and the whore’s bath etc. etc.). Like… I didn’t forget but I was like “oh! oh my god! this happened!” Anyway that’s a pretty outfit and it is, in true Carrie Mathison style, completely devoid of color!
Work Outfit #1. Please note Carrie’s work colleague to her right who shows up later in season seven as a completely different human.
I LOVE THIS HAT. I love how Carrie and Saul are both wearing hats. Anyhoozles, this ensemble is typically black and grey. That hat, though. It is perfect.
THERE IS THAT HAT AGAIN. Also, this jacket which I’d never really given a second thought, which is kinda cute. It’s got a weird little neck/collar though. What’s going on there? It’s like a cowl neck?? This is kinda like her “Marine One” jacket which means I automatically adore it.
Underneath the hat and kinda-but-not-really “Marine One” jacket is Carrie in some dark wash denim and what I am just choosing to believe is a lululemon pullover. Carrie Mathison in athleisure. It is canon.
Pajamas. These are actually acceptable pajamas. Note just the one shirt. I believe that a 32-year-old woman wears this on a quiet night spent illegally surveilling strangers. That sweater (is it a duster?) is cute.
That shirt is actually green. A smidge of color. I also chose this shot because a) I think I used to have that couch and b) I don’t believe that a Carrie Mathison who can’t unpack her shit for 10 months has an indoor plant and has also hung those two pictures perfectly centered above her couch. Sorry. Don’t buy it. (That pop of orange color on the end table is cute though. But also unbelievable.)
(I realize that 349 weeks ago some of this shit would have been TOTALLY believable, which is part of what makes watching this after seven seasons such a trip. So, yeah, I’m using my seven-seasons-later hindsight here. I think in the year 2011 we maybe believed Carrie was a bit more put together… to a point.)
Chosen a) for the facial expression and b) because of the blue scarf. That’s a cute scarf! Someone get on this!!
This is the full-length shot of Work Outfit #2. We are not talking about what transpires 30 seconds later. I will note Carrie matched three shades of grey/black together here. Good for you, Carrie!
The scene where Carrie goes through a few outfit choices and has basically a full-on panic attack in her closet is one of my favorite ever scenes of this show and my favorite in the pilot. Did you know it wasn’t originally in the pilot? You can tell it was shot later, as Claire’s hair is a bit less layered and bit blonder here. Originally, the Carrie/Brody debrief scene ended with Carrie a lot more distressed and she had a breakdown on one of the Langley rooftops. They decided to have Carrie become less frazzled by Brody’s brazen stonewalling and lying in the debrief and took out the rooftop panic attack (which they later basically replicated in “Beirut Is Back”) and replaced it with this. I fully support this change!
ALSO I think this is the top that Carrie wears in “State of Independence.” I appreciate that kind of continuity.
I’m glad she took off this top–sorry, threw it on the ground in a huff. Girl, that’s not your top.
Let’s take a gander at her closet. Once again, I do not buy ON ANY LEVEL that this is Carrie’s closet. I don’t buy that it would be this neatly organized (something we haven’t really talked about is how nice Carrie’s apartment/townhome is… I get that she’s the kind of person who doesn’t care about this shit, so she probably just bought the first thing she could find, but doesn’t it just seem… too nice at times?). I don’t buy that there would be TWO articles of red clothing. And MULTIPLE PATTERNS!! Look at that black/white one on the left. And then behind it that beige-ish striped thing? No way. Nice try, show.
She ends up wearing ANOTHER cowl neck-y thing. It’s actually kinda cute on her. Also the bracelet! I don’t think Carrie Mathison has worn one since!
IJLTP and Carrie is a BUTTON.
Blue scarf and peacoat AGAIN and a cute lil’ baby. Cute earrings.
What happened, Carrie??!!
IN CONCLUSION: SKIRT. HAT. COWL NECK. FAKE CLOSET. BUTTON BANANA BABY.
That was a today in hyh post so it was from June 10, 2015. So not actually “from” any season but actually between seasons four and five and right as season five was starting to film in Berlin and during my weird “let Carrie be happy with her new German beau but also Carrie and Quinn should have an affair” phase.
That didn’t last long.
“Everyone’s not me.”
↳ Carrie Mathison in every episode | “Pilot”
Taking a long view of the series we get to see her try out & test her limitations; trying to discover herself. Isn’t that what we all do?
Thank you… you put it so well, in terms of Carrie testing out her limitations and understanding what she is capable of. I guess I don’t see anything wrong with that. I don’t see it as un-feminist that she can’t.
From a more macro level, the overarching journey does seem to be Carrie’s discovery of where she belongs. Remember how she’d been back in Washington for about nine months in the pilot but her apartment was still filled with unpacked boxes? Or recall Franny asking her mother this season where they would go if they had to leave Maggie’s house. Where is Carrie’s home? And what is she protecting? My greatest hope for this last season is that those questions will be answered.
Y’all, I haven’t been able to get into a Homeland fic in a really long time. I feel pangs of inspiration to write myself sometimes, but they quickly fade when I realize… hmm… maybe I really don’t have much to say right now in the fictional fictional realm.
All of which is to say… “Little River Ledge” by our own prolific and talented @frangipaniflower001 is something of a miracle for me. Frangi’s basically the Queen of Homeland Fic but the level to which I’ve become not just invested but deeply, deeply moved by her story–considering my recent months-long apathy–is something I never expected.
In “Little River Ledge,” Peter Quinn is alive (surprise!) and he cajoles all the various powers that be to let him house Carrie in an oceanside cottage on the coast after the events of season seven. Carrie is in, as we all know, very rough shape. She doesn’t talk, barely sleeps (and when she does, on a mattress in a closet rather than on the bed). Quinn watches her–he’s rehabilitating himself, still–giving her space and time and the silent encouragement he knows she needs. He’s been here before. So he knows how this goes. Quinn and a non-speaking Carrie are a fairly quiet pair, so a lot of the story thus far exists in these silent moments between them. And what a look here or glance there means.
When there are words spoken, I find myself hanging on each one. They carry such weighty significance. I won’t spoil you but Carrie has a line at the end of chapter nine that almost caused me to pause in my tracks. The story plays with perceptions and what’s real and isn’t in a really interesting, clever way. After all, Carrie believed Quinn was dead. And then she lost her mind in Moscow. So who’s to say this isn’t all just an extension of that nightmare? (I promise that this isn’t where this story is actually going–though it is totally the greenpen ending!–but it’s the undertone of her complete disorientation.)
I’m gonna wrap this up now because this is getting long, but just one more thing! One of the most important things I need in a fic is what I term generosity. By that I mean, empathy and honesty toward the characters and where they’ve been and how they are. It’s the kicker for me in everything I read.
Frangi’s fic has this generosity in spades–it shines through in every word. But what’s really surprising for me about my investment in it is that it’s told mostly from Quinn’s perspective. As he observes Carrie. As he tries to interpret meaning from the actions of a woman who is still, in a big way, lost in this world. And yet… he finds the beauty and the grace, the resolve and the courage, in each and every one of her actions and how she faces the long, steep uphill climb toward something resembling “square one.”
For personal reasons, I can’t tell yet whether this fic has helped me heal and move on from the sadness and pain of the end of season seven or whether it’s kept me in that space (which might in itself be a form of healing, by virtue of just making me feel comfortable in it). This is no fault of the story’s, of course. But it’s my reaction to it, and how I’ve felt reading each chapter, wondering how this will play out next season.
I used to wonder out loud, “gosh, why does Quinn love Carrie so much?” and was often met with a resounding chorus of “because of all the reasons we love her.” That’s the truth, and this story–after what we saw at the end of the season–pays tribute to that in a way that has been so thoughtful and genuinely, deeply moving. Please read it.