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sigurism · 1 year

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Alain Delon Plein Soleil | Purple Noon Dir: René Clément

#<3 #plein soleil #purple noon #rené clément #tom ripley #alain delon #forever love #the talented mr. ripley #delitto en pieno sole #my gifs #my edit

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delonfan · 5 months

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alain delon during the filming of purple noon/plein soleil

(1960)

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haveyouseenthismovie-poll · 14 days

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#movies #polls #purple noon #plein soleil #60s movies #rené clément #rene clement #alain delon #marie laforêt #maurice ronet #erno crisa #requested #have you seen this movie poll

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escapismthroughfilm · 1 year

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classicfilmblr · 2 years

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Plein soleil (Purple Noon) - 1960, dir. René Clément

#filmedit #classicfilmedit #Plein Soleil #Purple Noon #1960s #Rene Clement #Alain Delon #ours #by Anna #classicfilmsource #filmgifs #userdeforest #uservita #usermichi #usertom #userteri #userjonah

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lazzarella · 5 months

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The shirt Jacob is wearing here in Saltburn reminds me of this one Alain Delon wears in Plein Soleil/Purple Noon

#film #Saltburn #Jacob Elordi #purple noon #plein soleil #Alain delon #parallels #i mean idk if it’s on purpose because of the whole talented mr Ripley thing or just a coincidence #i don’t want to assume either way

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diana-andraste · 3 months

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Alain Delon in Plein soleil (Purple Noon), 1960

#movies #film #plein soleil #purple noon #the talented mr ripley #patricia highsmith #1960s #alain delon #maurice ronet #rené clément #gif #animation #hands #crime drama #seduction #kissing #romance #french films

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godwantsit · 8 months

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#movie poster #marc espinall #plein soleil #alain delon #sailing

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andreycoded · 2 years

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ALAIN DELON as TOM RIPLEY Plein Soleil / Purple Noon (1960) Dir. René Clément

#classicfilmsource #filmgifs #moviegifs #dailyflicks #filmtv #cinematv #filmedit #movieedit #cowboycoven2 #cinemapix #alain delon #plein soleil #purple noon #patricia highsmith #this was a coloring & sharpening exercise I've still got a long way to go but I had fun #high pass is my new best friend #tom ripley #v gifs #sorry for making you all see this sorry for being entranced by his eyelashes :/

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a-state-of-bliss · 1 year

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Alain Delon as Tom Ripley in ‘Plein Soleil’ (1960)

#movie #alain delon #plein soleil #movie scene

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blacknarcissus · 10 months

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Plein Soleil (1960)

#plein soleil #plein soleil 1960 #purple noon #alain delon #marie laforêt #maurice ronet #rené clément #french films #french cinema #cinéma français #summer #été

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sigurism · 8 months

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Alain Delon Plein Soleil | Purple Noon Dir: René Clément

#<3 #plein soleil #purple noon #rené clément #alain delon #forever love #tom ripley #the talented mr. ripley #delitto en pieno sole #mon homme préféré #my gifs #my edit

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soleilceirinen · 6 months

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Ciao, amore (Tom Ripley x fem!reader) - Plein soleil AU.

Summary: Tom tries to convince you to return to America.

A/N: Plein soleil is one of my favorite movies, although I like the book (The talented Mr. Ripley by Patricia Highsmith) this version is my favorite, perhaps because Tom is played by Alain Delon.

English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake and thanks for reading!

Warning: none besides typical sexist comments of the time (50s-60s).

MASTERLIST

Italy, 1959.

The soft summer breeze moved the white curtains as the sunset casted a golden glow to the room. It was exactly what you were waiting for.

"Move your head a bit to the right, Tom," you said to the man sitting in your favorite armchair by the balcony. He obeyed but looked at you sideways. "Don't move."

He sighed, relaxing his shoulders. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the party tonight, Y/N?"

You shook your head, already focused on adding color to the canvas.

Tom was one of the most gorgeous men you had ever seen, since the moment you saw him for the first time, you knew that you had to paint a portrait of him. If you were lucky enough, you could get a bit close to capture the exact blue of his eyes.

"I don't feel like going and pretend that I enjoy being there, answering their stupid questions and faking smiles. They don't even like me, they only want me for my father's money," you muttered as you added a bit of shadows to the painted version of Tom. "You could have gone with Marge and Dickie if you wanted, you can still catch them if you're fast."

"I thought you wanted to go, that's all," he said. You hummed in response.

The both of you spent about an hour in silence until the sunset was gone and the golden light changed into darkness.

"Are you going home for Christmas?" asked him, breaking the silence after a while.

"You already know the answer to that, Tom. I don't want to argue again about this, alright?"

"Alright, but you should think about it. Your family is worried about you, all alone and so far from home."

You frowned, taking the dirty brushes and starting to clean them with turpentine. The smell of it always made you feel a bit dizzy, so when they were clean enough, you headed to the balcony to get some fresh air.

Tom followed you, positioned himself against your back, trapping you between his warm body and the balustrade.

"Why don't you go back home yourself, ah?" you said bitterly, not expecting an answer.

He had nothing to come back, you knew that much.

His insistence on coming back home was starting to bore you, mostly because you knew the truth. Your father, an utterly wealthy man wanted you to return to America and in order to do that, he had paid a huge amount of money to Tom to convince you. But there was no point. In Italy you were free.

"I will spend the winter traveling through Europe, learning from the great paint masters," you whispered dreamily.

You had everything planned, starting with going to every Italian city to visit the monuments and museums, copying the greatest artists's artworks. You wanted to learn of the use of color from the venetians, the composition and the light. Your next stop was going to be Venice.

Tom hummed and hugged you. He leaned his head on the crock of your neck and left a trail of soft kisses down your shoulder. You turned your head to the side to give him some more room.

He was aware of his attractiveness, and he never doubted to use it in his favor. Your friend Marge always told you that she didn't trust him, that he was weird. You knew that he was sticking with you because he wanted a bounty but you didn’t mind.

You were young, free and wanted to have fun, so as long as he kept you satisfied, you wouldn't care about his true intentions or his past.

“I’m not going home, Tom, and this is the last time I’ll have this conversation with you or with anyone else. Am I being clear?”

He kept kissing you, cupping your breasts with his warm hands through the thin fabric of your dress. “It was just a suggestion, maybe you could think about it.”

Suddenly, you weren’t in the mood. With quick movements, you got rid of him and let yourself fall in the armchair with the skirt of your dress flowing gracefully around you. Tom stared at you, leaning against the balustrade.

“I want to be an artist,” you said softly, playing with the hem of your dress. “And it is something that I can only achieve here. Coming back would mean getting married, giving up on all my dreams and becoming my mother, and that’s my worst nightmare.”

It was true. The moment you set foot in America again, your father would make you marry some stranger in order to increase your family wealthness, have children to inherit the fortune and live for the rest of your life as a housewife, as a trophy to show at parties. But you wanted to be your own self, an artist.

Tom walked towards you and knelt in front of your legs, grabbing your hands in his bigger ones. “Marry me, then. We could go wherever you want, do whatever you want,” he finished kissing the back of your hand.

You tried to hide your amusement with a pout. You liked Tom but you would never marry him. Your father would never allow it, you were the heiress of a great fortune and he had nothing, not that you minded but it would drive your father crazy. It was a good reason to do it though, just to annoy the old man, but you weren't stupid. Tom didn’t want to marry you out of love, he just wanted money.

You caressed his chiseled cheekbones and leaned forward to give him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“My father will choose the man I marry, and that man is not you, Tom.”

He frowned, trying to keep his face neutral but you knew that your comment had hurt him in a way that you could never understand. Tom let go of your hands and stood up, pacing around the room until he stopped in front of the canvas.

“You know, Y/N, I’m your best option. With me you could do whatever you wanted, I already told you. By yourself you’d only be a woman. Nobody would take you seriously as an artist.”

His cold words meant to cause you a similar pain than the one he felt moments earlier, but you counted on that. Whenever he felt hurt or humiliated he seemed to act like a wild animal.

“I’ll use a pseudonym, a male one. That’s what we women do. We don’t need a man to be successful or independent, we are our own man.”

Tom seemed to think about something, you could almost see the hinges inside his head turning.

He was nothing more than a fortune hunter. Even when he tried to hide it under sweet whispers in the night, or soft caresses, the coldness was still there, it never felt real. Instead, wherever Tom was, it felt like he was playing a role. You hadn’t met the real Tom yet, and you doubted that you would ever do.

For now, you could just play dumb and pretend that you were unaware of his true intentions. After all, you were young and most important, free. The new decade will come soon and you’ll try to enjoy your youth traveling around Europe and making memories with the people you would find in the way.

Tom would stay by your side until one of you two got bored of the other. To him, you were just the goose that laid the golden eggs. To you, he was nothing more than a pair of blue eyes with some pretty things to say.

You sighed and stood up, walking to him and hugging his waist. “Let’s not fight, alright?”, he was staring at his portrait, with his jaw clenched. “Tom, if you are still in Italy by the end of next month we can go together to Venice. How does that sound?”

Slowly, you felt his muscles relax in your embrace. It could have been unnoticed but you saw him nod. “Venice sounds perfect.”

#alain delon #tom ripley #the talented mr. ripley #alain delon fanfiction #alain delon x reader #tom ripley x y/n #plein soleil #alain delon imagine

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esthete-god · 30 days

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#alain delon #marie laforêt #the talented mr ripley #purple noon #plein soleil #60s icons #60s #60s fashion #60s movies

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france-cinema · 29 days

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Plein soleil, 1961. Illustration de Jean Mascii.

Avec Alain Delon, Marie Laforêt, Maurice Ronet. Réalisé par René Clément.

Synopsis : Mandaté par un riche américain, M. Greenleaf, Tom Ripley a pour mission de convaincre Philippe, le fils prodigue de ce dernier, de quitter l'Italie et ses vacances prolongées aux côtés de sa compagne Marge, pour revenir à San Francisco. Rapidement, Tom s'immisce dans la vie du couple, devenant l'assistant personnel de Philippe. Ce dernier l'entraîne dans ses péripéties, tout en ne manquant pas de lui témoigner du mépris.

#Plein soleil #1961 #Jean Mascii #Alain Delon #Marie Laforet #rene clement

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filmreveries · 1 year

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Purple Noon (1960) dir. René Clément

#purple noon #purple noon 1960 #plein soleil #alain delon #maurice ronet #marie laforêt #rené clément #film screencaps #film stills #films #screencaps #cinematography

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