Laura Mars has a problem. She's a wildly successful, controversial fashion photographer a la Helmut Newton (whose photographs double for hers in the film):
but every once in a while she sees through the eyes of a serial killer whose next victim might be her!
Everyone is a suspect, including Laura's shady ex-con driver (played by a young Brad Dourif), her crazy ex-husband, and her loyal assistant.
And because the killer is in her mind, she can't take refuge in her huge uptown apartment, massive downtown studio, or in the arms of the young detective trying to solve the case (a turtleneck-clad, unibrow-ed Tommy Lee Jones):
Glamorous parties provide little distraction.
This film doesn't make a lot of sense, but Faye Dunaway makes up for it by being just so classy and wearing a lovely wardrobe of 3/4 lenth skirts, capes, dramatic plaid scarves and a lot of '70s beige: