And this makes me want a tattoo.

xo, RM

lovely!

This makes me want to move.

from Facehunter, in Arhus, Denmark

- RM

I never had a one-track mind.

"And they said: what did you do, Amadeo? And I said, ay, boys, what would you have done in my place? I got out on the dance floor and started to dance. And did you learn to dance on the spot, Amadeo? they said. Well, the truth is, I did, it was as if the music had been waiting for me all my life, waiting twenty-six years, like Penelope waiting for Ulysses, yes? and suddenly all the obstacles and all my qualms were a thing of the past and I was moving and smiling and watching Cesarea, what a pretty woman, and the way she danced! you could tell it was something she did all the time, if you closed your eyes out there on the floor you could imagine her dancing at home, or on her way out of work, or as she made herself a cafecito de olla, or as she read, but I didn't close my eyes, boys, I looked at Cesarea with my eyes wide open and I smiled at her and she was looking at me and smiling too, the two of us as happy as can be, so happy that for a moment I thought of giving her a kiss, but in the end I didn't dare, since things were good between us the way they were, after all, and I never had a one-track mind."

from The Savage Detectives, by Roberto Bolano.

i'm off to arizona tomorrow with the fam. the most important part of this vacay to me: the pool in phoenix. + my bikini.

- rosemary

departure

in case you hadn't noticed, i'm moving to france. maybe not soon. but things are better there for me. i overheard a french guy in kensington the other day, and i couldn't hear what he was saying, but the mannerisms and the facial expressions totally devoid of smiles or excitment and instead totally full of the word "bof" - sorta like whatever. there is a beautiful negativity where life is total shit over there and that is the norm, and it's insane and it gets you down and they are so french about it, but those reactions are just superficial. truth is, it's liberating to be in a fucking bad mood or to hate a play or to just be pissy and to vocalize it as much as possible. to me, creativity comes out of mistakes and mishaps, not from orthodontist-perfect smiles and perky perfection seekers. 

O

Art & Copy

Hi, 

I just saw Art & Copy a documentary part of HotDocs in Toronto and it was fun, you should try to see it. It's about advertising and the rebelliously creative people who have changed advertising. It's enjoyable to hear people talk about how much they hate ugly things and how upset that makes them. And, so, they just make ruthlessly better ads. The people featured were either total in your face types who act out and are really entertainers in person or very quiet loner types who come up with the cleverest things like "got milk?" There's a great line in the movie about how creative people are deep down so unsure of themselves that they need a sense of cocooning love to feel safe and then they can do their work. I liked seeing the people work space, some were obsessively neat and others were just disasters of papers, models, push pins, toys, past ads, wine glasses, the lot. And did you know that "Just do it?" came from a guy about to be executed who said "Let's do it"? 

Olivia

shoes & stripes

oh, hello there partner in crime, i'm so tired too. i'm a complete and total insomniac. i hate it.

but here are some boots i love:

pricey, though.

and the shoes that i think i will definitely get:

more practical.

and here's my french stripes:


tank & pants both H&M (pants from the men's section, believe it or not). this picture actually says a lot about me-- note the agyness pictures, yellow hoodie, birks, bauhaus postcard, smokey-eye how to, and jenn's makeup bag's twin.
sorry i've been such a negligent blogger lately, i'll try to correct it. it'll definitely be correctible once all my exams are over, on wednesday (yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).

- rosemary