Filed under: film
from It. 1927.
directed by Clarence G. Badger.
Filed under: music
Vita Coco. So refreshing in so many situations: replenishes you during a workout; revives you when you’re hungover; comforts you after you’ve murdered the man who raped you.
I didn’t mean to end his life
I know it wasn’t right
I can’t even sleep at night
Can’t get it off my mind
I need to get out of sight
Before I end up behind bars.
Filed under: photography
I read tutorials on portrait and studio photography. The majority of them are of male photographers and female subjects.
Here’s an example on Designer’s Terminal. There are 100 examples of “exceptional portraits.” While some are of the subjects are of ambiguous gender, there are roughly 25-35 boys or men and the rest are girls and women. Not only do portraits of females dominate the list, they are by and large beauty shots of young women with flawless makeup posing in soft places. The male portraits, on the other hand, are mostly of older, gritty men who are caught doing some active: playing the harmonica, working in a violin workshop, practicing martial arts, praying in a temple, etc.
Filed under: film
from Splice. 2009.
directed by Vincenzo Natali.
Filed under: furniture
I bought some chairs at Ikea today. They’re called Gilbert and Jules.
Filed under: theater
When dropped on you in the dark, rose petals feel like the casings of alien embryos or slices of skin from a corpse or ectoplasm from a ghost. I felt this at a play called “Play Dead” starring Todd Robbins and co-directed by Teller.
photo: Thom Kaine
Filed under: game
Purble Place was a fantastical place located in the magical world of Windows Vista. It was a village of cozy cottages where you could decorate cakes and play memory games and learn about math and enjoy a psychedelic world that’s just a little bit brighter and happier than your own. But when Windows Vista died, Purble Place became a ghost town. The school bell rings no longer. The cakes have hardened and crumbled. The once lush carpet of grass and poofs of bushes have died and rotted. Purble Place now exists only in our hearts and in our minds, never to be forgotten.
Filed under: film
from Coraline. 2009.
directed by Henry Selick
Filed under: Uncategorized
Today, I noticed some nets at the construction site across the street from my office.
from Encounters at the End of the World. 2007.
directed by Werner Herzog
Something I saw 