this is anna karina. the perfect french new wave woman.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
well-stacked
these rings are pretty fantastic. wear them all, wear one, wear two. options are nice.
...on a side note, deka ray stuff is amazing in general.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
lists and list-makers
i really like lists. i like writing them out. i like the way they look. item after item down a piece of paper. i like putting a thick sharp line through the things i've accomplished- methodically, triumphantly. i hate not crossing off things. i feel little flashes of love for my lists, but mostly i'm competitive with them. it's other people's lists that i can love more readily. particularly when i find them... those lost bits of someone's life—in grocery store aisles, school hallways, taxicabs... and i wonder about those people. i examine the paper and the handwriting. pen or pencil. what to buy. who to call. what to get done. and i think perhaps i know a little something about them just by what's on their lists...a professor of mine always has a million lists on his desk, in varying styles of handwriting, on various scraps of paper. the funny thing is, he always seems a bit unorganized, ruffled, disheveled...a bit caught off guard... but he is obviously a dedicated list maker, i like that. i like the incongruity of it. anyway i have the feeling his lists are more 'idea' lists and less 'getting stuff done' lists. and those are the coolest kind of lists.
in the mood for love
this poignant, beautiful scene is from wong kar-wei's film 'in the mood for love'. a story of a married man and a married woman living right next door to one another, who eventually discover that their spouses are having an affair. they begin a cautious friendship, leaning on another for support, but their own relationship becomes taut with desire, tension and deep yearning. the film is stunning and sensuous, quivering and ardent, yet it is also restrained— full of slow deliberate pauses...as if the camera were holding its' breath, but still gaping, still watching. i'm awed by the music and the movement of this scene, what the camera follows, the shapes and light, the small but perfect details that so explicitly begin to express what is between these two characters— a quiet but breathless need for one another, so subdued and inhibited on the surface, but relentless and bellowing beneath...and the aching space between them, unseen and indefinite, but a real distance that can't be closed, a separateness that endures despite their desire and proximity.
Friday, January 2, 2009
like two ships passing in the night
ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing;
only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
so on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.
-from Tales of a Wayside Inn. Part iii. The Theologian's Tale: Elizabeth. iv.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
lately i've become more interested in expressions and idioms. i think they often manage to capture a feeling more accurately than a one word description. of course they can often sound terribly cheesy or cliche. but still, i'm anxious to discover ones i've never heard before. there a few though that i already know that for some reason seem to consistently resonate with me... 'like two ships passing in the night' has always made my heart sink. it makes me ache with the knowledge that there is so much that my life will briefly touch and brush past, and never truly experience-a flash of something and then nothing. it makes me ache with loss...a feeling of loss for what i've never actually had, but still i can feel the lack
tiny secret lives
i have little animals living on my kitchen windowsill. all of them were found...mostly in the park by my house, but also on sidewalks and in gutters along street corners. i have a trio of galloping white horses, a lone wolf that i found on a rainy day drowning in a puddle, a lumbering black bear i discovered half hidden in the dirt, a hissing cat, a wobbly penguin, and quite a few others...and actually i have a soldier and an astronaut too. i watch them when i do the dishes. still and quiet, forever motionless in time and space. and somehow i am amazed by them. these tiny plastic replicas of life. so strange and real and unreal at the same time. and my imagination can't help itself, it is compelled to think of them as secret and alive, roaming the windowsill when i've gone to bed or left the house, stealthily living on accidental crumbs and drops of water that fall from the faucet. these tiny secret beings with tiny secret lives of their own... noiseless, covert and completely unknowable. how irresistible and heartbreaking to imagine them this way.
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