I love coming home to goodies in the mail. Today I had two; one of them is part of a xmas present for someone pretty special and the other one is...Bruce Springsteen, in all his 30th anniversary box-set glory. Both are delicious! Here is the dedication on the front page of the present;
Isn't it brill? Will fill you in on what it is post-xmas!
We walked through Luna park last Sunday and took some photos, including my favourite ride (behold, the wave swinger!). It was one of those blissfully awesome days...full of sun and laughter, even though our picnic was to sadly farewell my lovely friend Shell as she trots off to the UK.
I took so many photos and will post some more up here every now and then
(I also have a feeling deep-down that I must have been a carny in a past life)
So I'm facing my first Sydney summer in over three years, I forgot about the mosquitos and the overbearing humidity. I have now bought some odourless insect repellent to avoid looking like I have the pox since I have a fondness for late nights sitting outside with a drink in a nice beer garden and the mozzies seem to have a fondness for attacking my legs with great vigour.
Even though I'm back home, I'm still longing for my adoptive hometown Londres (things would just start getting chilly right about now, not long before the aroma of mulled wine fills the pubs and market vendors and all the Christmas lights along Oxford & Regent street kick in...oh London is so festive during the holidays!) but I have decided to just soldier on and try and make the most of sunny Sydney...could be worse. I have a new job, it's super busy and super stressful but will look super impressive on my CV and is giving me some pretty amazing experience in an important area, so I'm grateful (and a little frazzled) for that. Right now, everything fun seems crammed into January (suits me, it's my birthday month) but all in all Luke & I are looking forward to not one but two Woody Allen double-features (joy of joys!) and for our ears to be blessed with hearing tunes from the National, Sufjan Stevens and the Black Keys live. My olive skin is coming back to me, so all I need to make an ideal summer complete is to top-up my tan by eating plenty of fresh seafood outdoors and hanging out with happy friends...and maybe a silly day at Luna Park. Oh...and Hendricks, and Pimms and pear cider and G&Ts. Ta!
My posts have been film-orientated lately...so let's go back to what I prize above all else; poetry. What can I say? Rilke is a master, I have loved him for a long while now. I wish I could read him in the original German. sigh.
to say before going to sleep I would like to sing someone to sleep, have someone to sit by and be with. I would like to cradle you and softly sing, be your companion while you sleep or wake. I would like to be the only person in the house who knew: the night outside was cold. And would like to listen to you and outside to the world and to the woods. The clocks are striking, calling to each other, and one can see right to the edge of time. Outside the house a strange man is afoot and a strange dog barks, wakened from his sleep. Beyond that there is silence. My eyes rest upon your face wide-open; and they hold you gently, letting you go when something in the dark begins to move.
slumber song Some day, if I should ever lose you,
will you be able then to go to sleep
without me softly whispering above you
like night air stirring in the linden tree?
Without my waking here and watching
and saying words as tender as eyelids
that come to rest weightlessly upon your breast,
upon your sleeping limbs, upon your lips?
Without my touching you and leaving you
alone with what is yours, like a summer garden
that is overflowing with masses
of melissa and star-anise? little tear-vase Other vessels hold wine, other vessels hold oil
inside the hollowed-out vault circumscribed by their clay.
I, as smaller measure, and as the slimmest of all,
humbly hollow myself so that just a few tears can fill me.
Wine becomes richer, oil becomes clear, in its vessel.
What happens with tears?-They made me blind in my
made me heavy and made my curve iridescent,
made me brittle, and left me empty at last
This was on telly last night, I don't think I've seen it in well over a decade. I promptly sat myself on the couch and proceeded to giggle and gasp and swoon and laugh (and sigh, over dear River) and it reminded me of how much this film made me want to go off and see the world (Petra!) not to mention Elsa's amaaaaaazing outfits and gorgeous hair. Oh yes, and a library inside a converted church in my beloved Venice? I'm there, with bells on!
(aside from the obvious swashbuckling adventure,
what I really like is the sub-plot of the estranged father-son relationship issues)
When I was little (ie, primary school), I really really wanted to hang out with everyone from the group Arrested Development. This song is still great all those years later, and I would love to go to Tennessee one day in the near future (doesn't the state look amazing? so much there; don't even start me on the musical legacy or even the full-size replica of the Parthenon in Nashville)....fingers crossed!
In my dream last night everyone was dressed like something out of an Erté illustration. It really was the most magnificent thing! So, big love to Erté whose art I can stare at longingly for too long a time.
Erté himself defined Art Deco "as a fusion of the curvilinear
designs of Art Nouveau of the 19th Century with the
Cubist, Constructivist, and geometrical designs of modernity."
If I had nothing else to do, and had a spare 5K, I might be inclined to look at this twice...of course, I have nowhere to put it. But Frederick Leighton has one at the foot of the stairs in his Holland Park house!
I know...I know...I'm still not sure how I feel about taxidermy.
I walked past the telly just now and Get Smart was playing....I know I'm not alone when I admit that Barbara Feldon's Agent 99 was one of the first crushes I ever had. She is super smart, calm, has the greatest outfits, is so beautiful and better than most men at getting out of a scrape; just the kind of girl you want to be or be friends with!
I am obsessed with capes....I have two, I then turned a wrap skirt that Mel gave me into a cape, it's cute. It has a pastoral french wallpaper kind of print on it. But most of all, the voracious consumer of fairytales in me wants this; courtesy of the fabulous French; Paul & Joe
On the train yesterday I was listening to Bruce Springsteen, I kept playing 'the river' over and over for some reason...I often think of my friend Rosa because she adores him, and he makes me sniffle and sigh. In the evening Luke and I re-watched 'High Fidelity' and it has been so long since I've seen it all the way through. I snapped to attention when I heard the harmonica intro of the song and suddenly remembered about the awesome cameo. For some reason it made me happy in some felicitous way that the very song I was listening to on repeat earlier in the day would pop up again in another form that evening. And how did I not remember Jack Black's character wearing a Yanni t-shirt?!
Bruce tells us a story before performing 'the river', cementing the reason everyone loves him so much.
I actually let out a gasp when I saw this jacket, and then sighed sadly; from McQueen's mesmerising last collection Fall/Winter '10.
The look book mentions "Alexander McQueen’s autumn collection is inspired by Byzantine art, the carvings of Grinling Gibbons, and Old Master paintings and altar pieces including, in particular, works by Jean Fouquet, Sandro Botticelli, Stephan Lochner, Hans Memling, Hugo van der Goes, Jean Hey and Heironymus Bosch".
Yes, yes, yes, YES!!!
See the whole stunning vision here and then sniffle and feel sad for a bit that this brilliant mind isn't here anymore.