Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: books, chris mccandless, cinema, film, into the wild, jack kerouac, on the road
I finally got around to watching Into the Wild. I fucking wept throughout that movie. I dunno, it’s weird because it’s an experience that almost no one has had, but it’s strangely relatable. I cried so hard when they showed a photo before the end credits of the real Chris McCandless. There are surprisingly a few good photos of him floating around.
It’s a very beautiful film and I recommend it (could I love Sean Penn more?!).
It reminded me a lot of On the Road by Jack Kerouac. Which I am going to start rereading again tonight. The last time I started to reread it I had to stop because I was assigned Catch 2-fucking-2. On the Road is just one of those books…… you know, I don’t need to explain it. It’s just one of those books.
”…because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn…”
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bob dylan, books, catch-22, cinema, fashion, film, gossip girl, music, reprise, stockholm, sweden, the sartorialist
Well. it’s worrying on here the amount of people that actually comment my blog compared to the views this thing gets. Who is reading this, who are you and what do you want!? I’m joking. I like that people read it, I just don’t know who you anonymous people are! Drop me a comment one day. I promise I don’t bite. at least not hard.
- So I’ve been listening to this:
That’s right. the Gossip Girl soundtrack. (I love the name of it “Original Music Featured on Gossip Girl ‘OMFGG’ No. 1″ honestly). If it matters at all, this comes highly recommended from yours truly. The moment I heard the Sioxsie and the Banshees cover/remix/whatever “Cities in Dust” in my friend’s car I decided that I needed this album. But yeah, it has the Kills (one of my all time favourites), the Virgins, Phantom Planet, the Teeangers (who I don’t even like all that much) and of course that wicked cover. If you’re interested, ask me for it plz.
- I wrote the dumbest thing ever in my english class today. I forget what this style of poem is called but for some reason I thought it was hysterical. It had to involve a famous person or something.
“Oh dear Bob Dylan / I saw you freewheelin’ / You had no direction home / Your hair really needed a comb.”
- I feel the need to jet to Sweden ASAP. Gothenburg is calling me, even moreso that Stockholm. But that’s calling me as well. I saw these two photos on the Sartorialist (does he have the best job ever?) the other day. Tell me you don’t want to be in Sweden after knowing people like this are walking around, making the navy blue/black combination actually look incredible.
I think my favourite thing about Europe (ok, not my favourite thing, but my favourite insignificant thing) is that the cold never seems to affect them. Even in fashion capital New York City here in the US, people walk around in full length North Faces. even the fashionable people. Yet in Paris people can walk around like this…
I don’t understand this. Do they all possess some trait that we here don’t?
- I’m about to watch some Norwegian movie that came in from Blockbuster.com. Reprise? Anyone seen it? It looks like my mind of thing. Hot Norwegians are a major plus.
- I found a Janis Joplin greatest hits album for 5 bucks at Target. score.
- Has anyone read Catch-22?
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I am rereading On the Road.
“They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn…”
Beautiful. I love this book.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: books, cinema, college, film, nic sheff, tweak
One of my favourite books ever is Tweak by Nic Sheff. You have probably heard of it or seen the guy on Oprah. He is fascinating. Tweak is his painfully personal account of his life on drugs and through many 12-step programmes. I read it a long time ago. I always loved this part.
The first night I was [in Paris] I met up with this girl named Cappuccine whose parents were friends with my stepmom. She was a few years older than me and had agreed to take me around the city. She lived just outside Paris in Saint-Cloud. We went to a bar that night and got very drunk–or at least, I did. We walked all over Montmarte–up the steps to the great church, the Sacre-Coeur. Looking down on this city with this girl and her friends, I felt so old, so mature, so cool. I was way into all those French New Wave movies like Breathless, Bob Le Flambeur, The 400 Blows, and Elevator to the Gallows. Walking around the city, a Gitane cigarette hanging perpetually from my mouth, I was Jean-Paul Belmondo, or Alain Delon, or one of those untouchable, unfeeling stars. I never went back to the hotel that night. I stayed with Cappuccine. It wasn’t long before I was drinking in the morning. We went to visit her family in the south of France, drank rose from the vineyards is St. Tropez. I’d wake up and pour a glass of wine–or sometimes vodka–and drink that along with my coffee. I had my dad’s credit card and I bought all new clothes for myself at Chevignon and Agnes B. I decided never to return to the United States.
Hm, I think it’s clear how bad I need to get to Paris. And soon. This place is so desolate and everyone here is lonely whether they are aware of it or not. Wtf, listening to the There Will Be Blood soundtrack is DEPRESSING.
On the upside, I got into college today. Ha. Two actually.
