Many years ago I read a book called Coco. It was about a brief fling Coco Chanel had with Igor Stravinsky. All I really remember of the affair was that Stravinsky's wife knew when the meetings took place because it was the only time when the piano would fall silent. 
Coco Avant Chanel, the new biopic starring the mesmeric Audrey Tautou, is altogether more enchanting than I expected. There was such an intense concentration of expression in Tautou that perhaps even Chanel might have approved. This is not a film review, just a visual recommendation. Go just to see the sea captured on film the way Monet saw it before painting his Trouville series. Go because a woman desired to work, and created with each stitch and hem and cut, a proof of the importance of female independence. In the end the love affairs do not matter, do they? They are en passant. Her work, the creation, is everything.
(I'm afraid the trailer has no English subtitles)