hat’s the whole point of doing a movie unless it’s something only you can make?” This is one of the declarations – plain, yet understated – that Sofia Coppola makes in , her first book. If you have ever seen any of the auteur’s eight films (soon to be nine, with the release of her biopic , as in Presley) you will know exactly what she is talking about. Coppola makes movies that only she could make. From through to she tells stories about the intersection of girlhood and womanhood, about fame and pop culture, of restraint and excess. These are worlds that Coppola
