Things to do instead of going to school tomorrow:
eat strawberries. watch Annie Hall. stay in my room all day with the windows open. listen to gainsbourg & bright eyes & crystal castles & cunninglynguists & everything that is good. write & send letters. sleep. listen to NPR. make paper cranes and hang them from the ceiling. drink orange juice. read Harriet the Spy…etc.
I’m learning Debussy’s Arabesqe No. 1 on the piano right now. It is so beautiful… and so hard to play quickly! Hopefully someday I will be able to play it perfectly memorized. I love it when I know a song so well that it is engrained into my muscle memory, and even if I don’t play it for months, I can sit down, put my fingers on the keys, and it will pour out as good as new.
I think jellyfish go along with Debussy’s music very well… both have a definite sense of grace, of light, dancing beauty… and both seem so… special? I don’t know. Unique, I suppose… almost untouchable. Photo from flickr.
I’m in Florida this week. The weather is so-so-so-lovely, and I have had many new experiences. Also, I have: had long phone conversations with a couple of nice people, swum a lot in the Gulf of Mexico, and bought an adorable plaid dress & the most perfect sailor sweater. I’ll be happy to go home though. Pictures from U_Mag.
“I once wrote a story about a man who was injured and taken to a hospital. When they began surgery on him, they discovered that he was an android, not a human, but that he did not know it. They had to break the news to him. Almost at once, Mr. Garson Poole discovered that his reality consisted of punched tape passing from reel to reel in his chest. Fascinated, he began to fill in some of the punched holes and add new ones. Immediately, his world changed. A flock of ducks flew through the room when he punched one new hole in the tape. Finally he cut the tape entirely, whereupon the world disappeared. However, it also disappeared for the other characters in the story… which makes no sense, if you think about it. Unless the other characters were figments of his punched-tape fantasy. Which I guess is what they were.”
Sometimes I wish I could see through people’s skin. I get many strange urges like that while tapping my feet around to inaudible daydreamed music in algebra class.
photo from LIFE archives.
I always seem to forget about Marni, but I’m not sure why. In any case, I quiiite like this season’s stuff! The pale aqua fabric surely was created during my sweetest dreams.
Marni F/W 09
Reiiiii Kawakubo is a genius. I’m convinced. I wish I could dress like this always… with the pink gauziness obviously, but also the layered coats and almost rugged-looking outerwewar. I also really love (and I mean LOVE) the capes and such that have the outlines of blazers and pockets drawn onto them. The tulle & kiss on the faces of the models is also one of my favorite things that Rei has used to complement the collection. Whatever I may say about it, however, Robin Givhan says it best with his review at the Washington Post, in which the collection is, in my opininon, pretty much summed up in only a few words:
“But the power of this collection was that it didn’t deny the sadness and the pain, it allowed both to coexist with beauty, which is the way it works in this city and so many others. That’s not fashion; that’s simply reality.”
Comme Des Garcons F/W 09
good lord. I saved almost every look from this collection. Miuccia Prada will obviously always have a special place in my heart (the woman trained as a MIME before she was a designer. A MIME!)… but I think that what with last season and now this one, Dries Van Noten is my official favorite designer.
I mean really. To save so many photos from one collection is obscene! But in this case, quite necessary.
It’s perfect. Missoni F/W 09