Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Inglorious basterds.

Melanie Laurent as Shoshanna Dreyfus in Inglorious Basterds

Monsieur, je vous demande pardon. Je ne l'ai pas fait exprès..

[Collections: Marios Schwab, Missoni, Proenza Schouler]

For some reason, when I saw the Missoni collection, I thought, Marie Antoinette at her execution. In the best possible way.


Saturday, September 26, 2009

I'm an instant star, just add water and stir.

I love you. I love you.
I also want your clothes.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?

Femme aux Bras Croisés by Pablo Picasso

There are days when she feels like the woman in the painting.
Her eyes glaze over, she wears no emotion, her shoulders are hunched, her arms form a barrier to her emotions.
She doesn't want anyone to care. She doesn't want to be loved. She wants to feel hideous, hated, despised, unwanted.
Yet, she doesn't.
She doesn't, she doesn't.

Listen to her carefully, you will hear her whisper.
She wants to be cared for, to be loved, to feel beautiful, wonderful, loved, wanted, but, most of all, happy.
Truly, wonderfully, and, radiantly, happy.

I'm an artist and that means I can be as egotistical as I want to be.

Bob Gruen Photography

Saturday, September 19, 2009

I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human.

"How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrid, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June. . . . If it was only the other way! If it was I who were to be always young, and the picture that were to grow old! For this--for this--I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give!"
-The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde.

Friday, September 18, 2009

I enjoyed watching this.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

Vogue Italia 1992

"He had placed himself at her feet so long that the poor little woman had been accustomed to trample upon him. She didn't wish to marry him, but she wished to keep him. She wished to give him nothing, but that he should give her all. It is a bargain not unfrequently levied in love."
- Vanity Fair, William M.Thackeray

I just don't want to die without a few scars.

Alasdair McLellan

I cannot fathom why you do not care,
I cannot fathom why I seem to care.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Letting everyone down would be my greatest unhappiness.

Brett Manning

Here she comes
Walkin down the street
Here she comes
Comin through my door
Here she comes
Crawlin up my stair
Here she comes
Waltzin through the hall
In a pretty red dress
And oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
And I got this crazy feeling that Im gonna ah-ah make her mine
- Gloria,
Patti Smith

Monday, September 14, 2009

Oh, the filth and the fury.

Anarchy for the U.K it's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
your future dream is a shopping scheme
- Anarchy in the U.K., The Sex Pistols

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

I could only wish for beauty like hers.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Je suis là, devant toi, toujours la même

Je suis là, devant toi, toujours la même
Tu le vois, c'est encore toi que j'aime
Que j'aime, que j'aime, que j'aime
Tu t'en vas et plus rien ne vaut la peine
Oh! Pourquoi ne puis-je pas crier:
Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime
- Voilà, Françoise Hardy

Well, that's like hypnotizing chickens.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

If you were to look back at me as a school kid you'd see a very quiet little church mouse kind of character.

rock and roll suicide

“Anyone who's parading under a $100,00-plus video is not free from corporate. That's just the MTV advertising agency. I find them all to be just a bit of a sham.”
- Johnny Rotten
Johnny Rotten was a kickass, intellectual anarchist. I love him.

Friday, September 4, 2009

She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.

Toulouse-Lautrec and Renoir respectively.

The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.
- Cinderella, Sylvia Plath.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Immortality is really desirable, I guess. In terms of images, anyway.

Damien Hirst by Ian Rankin

Is it just me, or does this picture remind anyone of Trainspotting?
I'm currently reading it. Let's just say, the dialect isn't the easiest to read.

Also, I find this strangely sexy.