Hello, loves. I have multiple, but distinctly separate, things to chat about today...so let's have a few different "segments" for today's post, yes? Yes.
1.) On being pretty and being strange
Thanks to all of those sweet, thoughtful notes on my last entry I feel about 10 feet tall. I, of course, didn't expect or intend for a rush of compliments to come my way...but it always feels nice (nobody can lie and say anything to the contrary!) for so many lovely people to insist that you are lovely!
I am in the middle of sending out loads of big and small orders, and also trying to get my ducks in a row as far as packing goes, but I will try my darnedest to respond to all of those sweet, personal comments you all sent. And I hope I never jeopardize any, as that dollface Hillary said, growing "crushes" you might be cultivating with my heart-on-the-sleeve ramblings! :)
2.) Luster and Lack, ultimately.
We went to see Marie Antoinette this weekend, and it wasn't half bad. It wasn't particularly good, either, but it was precisely what one would expect from a film directed by Sophia Coppola, that self-crafted peddler of isolation, but that is also quintessentially decadent. I had been kind of dreading this film since the abrasive and annoying trailer showed up about 6 months ago. I am really troubled by films that use a great deal of contemporary music for a period piece (do you hear me, A Knight's Tale?!) even if it's my favorite music. I feared the whole film would be plagued with every New Wave/Punk hit that would fit. SO. The film is as incredibly extravagant as it promises, and the most successful moments (to me) were the ones of exuberance, of life. Some of these were extravagant and decadent, but some were more quiet and lovely and faux-pastoral.
The centerpiece of the film, for me (and this is utterly subjective, obviously) is an enormous masquerade ball set against a sonic backdrop of Siouxsie and the Banshees' "Hong Kong Garden", which begins with a quiet, orchestral string arrangement of the song before bursting into the full-on, dancey-punk gorgeousness of the original track.
What doesn't work (for me), and this is kind of a sad thing for ol' Soph, are the "signature Sophia Coppola moments of nothingness". I totally understand the desire to humanize and bring depth to this cartoonish and reviled historical figure. And that is a compelling and worthwhile task. But Sophia's obsession with illuminating and expounding upon the "lack" and emptiness and loneliness of
individual experience just grows so tiresome. The long, silent, (dare I say it?) angsty shots of Marie... I mean, it is this single-minded and ultimately empty ennui that makes The Virgin Suicides virtually unwatchable for me. And it feels incongruous being shoved into every spare, quiet moment of this film.
3.) People are making such cool dolls!
I took myself out to a lovely sushi lunch date with a few new magazines and a neat new book (it's an illustrationy book called Handmade, and has a lot of street art, cute drawings, etc.)
I knew I had to share these little gems:
I love the monochromatic elegance! This is definitely one of those things that I would never do myself, or never think to do, but the end result appeals to me so much. Wonderful.
In the newest issue of Juxtapoz, there was a little blurb (which was ultimately a teaser, and I'll tell you why in a bit) about one of my favorite artists Camille Rose Garcia and her doll company.
To make a longish story short, I jumped up from my bed (it was about 2:30 in the am) after spotting this, and ran to the computer, determined to find out how to make one of these guys my own. The website for her (future) toy company can be found at Prosthetic Industries and is only a place-holder right now! I am sad. I want these toys to show up SOON! And I want to be able to afford one. I hope they are not 1,000 dollars when they do materialize.
As I type this, a really sweet boy is driving up the east coast to rescue me from the clutches of Brooklyn. Maybe I should start tackling the massive amounts of clothes I've accumulated...
hearts, hearts, hearts, my dears.
Happy Monday to you!