youth of summer

Monday, September 28, 2015

vondelpark, amsterdam
 summer '15

dreamt of you last night

Wednesday, September 23, 2015


I dreamt about you last night
and I fell out of bed twice
you can pin and mount me
like a butterfly

But take me to the haven of your bed
was something that you never said
two lumps, please
you're the bee's knees
but so am I

Meet me at the fountain
shove me on the patio
I'll take it slowly

Fifteen minutes with you
oh I wouldn't say no
people see no worth in you
oh but I do





“…loss of innocence, that until one has a physical commitment with another person, there’s something childlike about the soul.”
- Morrissey explains the meaning of ‘Reel Around The Fountain’, Rolling Stone, 1986









l'amour de l'après-midi

Sunday, September 6, 2015

7. 10. 2015
reflections in Loire valley 


At the cinema

Friday, September 4, 2015



1. Another grainy shot of my favorite apartment corner
(Remember when we dangled our legs at night, four stories above the dark street, windows open? )

2. Whipped out my 35 mml to get a shot of one of my favorite films, also in 35 mml! 
Watching a french movie in Paris was high up on my corny-but-must-be-done- bucket list, though I wasn't sure if I would encounter any live-screened New Wave films...




Imagine how happily surprised I was, to find a small cinema house playing exclusively Trouffout and Godard just blocks away from the apartment. There were three or four art house theaters on one street alone near Sorbonne, my heart about ready to explode. It's incredible how old cinema culture is still very much alive here, at 3 pm there was a whole line of people (ok, mostly older and retired), save for a beautifully disheveled man in a bowling hat who sat right behind us and looked like a young director (should have been braver and asked) and Tiffany and myself. 

First time watching Vivre Sa Vie in the cinema, and that it got to be in Paris felt special. Every time I see Anna Karina, my desire for that gorgeously cut bob and lined feline eyes skyrockets! At another cinema house called Le Champo, Camilo, Ben, Joe and I saw Rocco e i suoi Fratelli (Luchino Visconti, Alain Delon), in Italian, with French subtitles. That movie must be traveling around France, because I saw it playing in Aix-en Provence a few weeks later too. The funniest bit was at the end, when we all staggered out of the theatre, bleary eyed, agreeing immediately how good it was...then simultaneously admitting how many times we'd each dozed off (to our credit, it was a four hour movie, stifling hot inside, and not a single drop of English! 



 

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