Monday, November 2, 2009
mr. keats
bright star was beautiful. i was so taken by the story and the cinematography. it told such a stunning story through the beauty of location.
immediately after i got back from the theater i began to obsessively research keats and fanny's love affair. the letters that survive speak to their devotion. passion translates centuries, as they still took my absolute breath away.
"I could be martyr'd for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet ... My Love is selfish - I cannot breathe without you."
Monday, October 26, 2009
michelle
i'm an addict. a michelle addict. she is the absolute coolest. she is running across the lawn of the white house barefoot. she is double-dutching. she is my hero. get it girl.
a recent op/ed piece in the nytimes called "the magic of michelle" capitalized on the phenomenon that is the coolness of mrs. o. read it, understand that i am not alone in my obsession.
regardless of your politics, it would be impossible to think that she was the definition of chic. right?
Friday, October 16, 2009
londonlondon
Thursday, August 27, 2009
who are you
"most people are other people. their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." oscar wilde
Monday, August 24, 2009
realfishy
this poor brit looks like he's had a very long day. guess this is something i have to look forward to. sardine tube rides. is it strange that i'm so excited about this aspect of city living?
i can't wait to be a crabby londener, stuck on the tube, muttering while i read my copy of the times. only 4 more days!
Friday, August 21, 2009
one week.
i spent all of last night packing. this is getting very very real. i can't wait and i'm so very very excited, but i'm surprisingly sad about leaving the people i love. i've never been away from them for such a long time. this is looking to be a very bittersweet adventure.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
break up with me.
scarjo and pete yorn are about to release their duet album, break up. they've just released their first single, relator. the video makes me want to wear a sailor dress, kiss a boy wearing ray bans, and tap my toes between the sheets. what a perfect sunday, don't you think?
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
hammertimee
i realize and respect i'm getting a little trigger happy with my fashionista streetposts today, but it's like a goldmine. a little funkier and less professional than the satorialist, which is refreshing, not that i'm knocking the satroliast -- never, he's a god -- but a change is always nice too.
also, this lady is wearing HAREM PANTS and i still want to be her.
student/teacher
nathalie, 23, actress teach me your ways. how on earth did you do that with your scarf? and your ponytail is so messy, yet so perfect. teach me, i will be your grasshopper.
uberfabuloustothemax
Friday, August 7, 2009
it's raining love
i leave for london in twenty days.
ohmygodileaveforlondonintwentydays.
i need to remember to keep breathing.
gone to carolina
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
berry delicious
johnny and june
i watched walk the line last night. i was actually sobbing at the end.
i need to love like johnny and june. jeeeeeeezusssss.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
meet the parents
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
bring it on.
for those days when i'm feeling a little bit bigger than comfortable, when my jeans are a little tight, it's a comfort to know that i wear the same size as lara stone. considering she was the fixture of this year's coture runways (she closed chanel for GODSSAKE) i could not be more pleased. a uk size 8, us size 4? bring it on girl. normal IE not being a skeleton is BEAUTIFUL.
Friday, July 10, 2009
dance the night away
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
reeeeeeal cute.
i'd been feeling sort of sick for the past few days - achy and listless.
but, this little gem of photoshop rendering just made me a feel a whole lot better.
happy humpday!
Monday, July 6, 2009
swine
ron weasley has swine! ("off to st. mungo's for him.") i understand that is not his real name and that harry potter is not a real thing, but seriously how terrible is that? poor guy, right before the big hubub of hp6. i'm totally nerding out on the world right now, but i'm super bummed for him. let's be real, swine can't be fun for anyone.
ps. how psyched are you for the new harry potter movie? i'm actually dying.
case of the mondays.
this weekend i celebrated the 4th with my family. carol ann is out of commission at the moment, so we spent the weekend playing catchphrase and baking. it was the sort of weekend that you don't want to end because it is so perfectly lazy. back to the real world though and the hustle and bustle of the capital building. oh, how i wish it was still the weekend.
ps. do you think president obama ever wishes he could just stay in bed?
Friday, July 3, 2009
flying solo
these two look fabulously happy.
i just went cruising solo, for the first time ever. i popped in a mixed cd and was grooving all alone. i got all smiley when ingrid michaelson came on and understandably weepy when conor oberst did.
but when i pulled into the driveway, i couldn't decide if i felt happy, or sad. sometimes alone time is good, but more often than not, i wish i had someone there to groove with me like these two have.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
jamaican me crazy
"you may not be her first, her last, or her only. she loved before she may love again. but if she loves you now, what else matters? she's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and giver her the most you can. she may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. so don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there." bob marley
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
little buddy
this little dude's name is tj. he got interviewed for new york magazine's look book, hung up on the interviewer, and is my new best friend (on the interweb).
here are a few snippits from his priceless interview.
How much older?
When I’m 13. But I’m not 13, I’m still 6! I’m going to get older soon, I think.
That was a nice uniform you had on today. Do you like wearing it?
No, I like gym clothes. I like purple and silver. I’d like to wear purple-and-silver gym clothes all day.
english muffins
rip clawwww
Monday, June 29, 2009
i'm rich!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
bombs away
i'm about to jump into something. i'm not thinking it through.
i'm just feeling and doing. wish me luck! i'm scared. i'm wearing my heart on my sleeve, but i've just got this feeling, in the end, it's all going to be worth it.
2+2=4
Thursday, June 25, 2009
deep blue something
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
fleet week
ny mag just finished up their interview in which they asked 12 authors to describe their most memorable summer hook up. this gem was written by julie klam. enjoy!
"In the summer of 1989, I was living on the Upper West Side near where my friend Leslie worked as a bartender at Lucy’s, the legendary surf bar. Every night while she mixed Sex on the Beaches and Blue Moons, I’d sit at the end of the bar looking as unalluring as possible under the water-colored lights, reading a novel, eating a brownie and drinking a big glass of ice water with plastic mermaids hanging all around the rim. On the sweltering July night when three U.S. Navy sailors strolled in, I was feeling restless. They were talking very loudly about what to do in New York; they’d already seen all the key tourist attractions and only had one day left before they set sail. “Coney Island?” I suggested. They were really excited. They’d heard of it! One of them, named Tommy, pulled out his subway map and while I was crayoning the route, he looked at me and said, “Well, you have to come!” I chuckled. The guys appeared to have popped out of a Preston Sturges movie, and the sweetness was so surprising I said yes.
The next day, I put on a thirties-style dress, red lipstick, and scuffed Mary Janes. Only Tommy and his crappy camera were at the subway station; the other two guys had gotten Yankee tickets. We took the 1 to the D train, and I was completely self-conscious. People smiled at us like I was with my guy who was about to ship off to the Pacific Ocean Theater. Tommy pressed up against the windows when the train went above ground, snapping pictures of the distant Statue of Liberty. By the time we reached Coney Island, the hazy sun was lowering in the sky like a big orange egg yolk, and we walked down to the boardwalk talking closely. It’s a strange kind of thing where you go somewhere new with someone you don’t really know and when you get there you know him better than the strange place, so a sort of false intimacy hatches. I, Tommy’s tour guide, had never been to Coney Island before, but I acted like I knew what I was doing and where I was going. We ate a Nathan’s hot dog (which twenty years later is still repeating on me) and held hands. We stopped at a photo booth so he could get a picture of himself in front of a brightly painted backdrop of frolicking mermaids. The Korean photographer screamed at me to get in the shot with Tommy even though I kept insisting I was not his girlfriend. But then I worried the photographer thought I was a hooker, so I got in the picture. Tommy and I walked down to the water and he told me how strange it felt to look out at ships from the shore. “It must be weird to you that I’m more comfortable out there,” he said. On the train ride back we talked like old friends, he kissed me, but it was very held-back. Walking me home from the station, under faint city stars, he kept shaking his head and saying proudly, “Oh, sometimes I hate what a respectable guy I am!” He gave me a kiss good-bye and I sauntered up my stairs. When I got inside the vestibule I watched him walk up the street, stopping to take a picture of my deli."
above average.
in a lifetime the average person will spend an estimated 20,160 minutes kissing.
i've never wanted to be average, bring it on.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
phony
"she was terrific to hold hands with. most girls, if you hold hands with them, their goddamn hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hands all the time, as if they were afraid they'd bore you or something. jane was different. we'd get into a goddamn movie or something, and right away we'd start holding hands, and we won't quit till the movie is over. and without changing the position or making a deal out of it. you never even worried, with jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. all you knew was, you were happy. you really were." holden caulfield in catcher and the rye
tippity toes
i've recently started kissing a boy who is tall. considering i'm 5'9 that is quite a feat.
he makes me feel small when we are all snuggled up, but the best part?
kissing him on my tip toes.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
carolina on my mind
heading to winston for the rest of the week!
i absolutely cannot wait to be at wake. who would think i miss it so desperately?
it really is the most beautiful place. i'm so excited for tubing on the dan, playing on the quad, and a dave'o'cado at simplyummy with a perfect cup of sweet tea.
take it off
my absolute favorite thing in the world to wear are oversized men's oxfords.
i've worn my dad's ever since i was little. i loved how the shoulders were too big and the sleeves would go past my finger tips.
it wasn't till i had my first serious boyfriend that i also understood how unbeleivably sexy a crisp white shirt could feel on.
i also love the way they just smell like...men. sort of musky, heavy, enveloping.
i'd do anything right now for a snuggle sesh in an oversized brooks brother's oxford that smells like old spice.
life changing
this book changed my life.
i know, i know, corney to the extreme.
but, i swear. i read it my senior year of high school and i just found it so inspiring.
elizabeth gilbert's journey is one that everyone should take.
it was a path of discovery, laced with failure, but in the end, she found happiness.
i can only hope the same for my own adventures.
i'm rereading it now, hoping to find new insight.
yet, i just discovered that they are making it into a movie.
i'm on the fence, even though it is staring julia roberts. and, as much as i love julia, because who doesn't? i think this might be something that i want to keep in literary form.
hey jude.
i had forgotten how much i loved the movie across the universe until the other day.
suddenly, i can't get it out of my mind.
i've finally rented it and tonight will be a movie extravaganza.
me, jim sturgess, an unhealthy amount of popcorn.
absolutely. cannot. wait.
ps. considering naming my child jude as an ode to the beatles. richard raised me right.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
french kisses
little stephie left for paris yesterday.
check out her blog, an american girl in paris.
i'll miss her desperately, but absolutely cannot wait to hear all about her glamourous life.
sweetest taste
i saw coldplay this weekend. it was actually unreal.
live music and my family go way back. we've done all the greats.
rolling stones, u2, britney.
(richard took me to britney when i was 11. he loved it.)
but, there was just something about this show.
it was electric, and when i left i just felt so, happy.
i danced for the entire thing. literally, did not STOP.
i'm considering dropping out of college to become a band aid.
but actually.