I endeavor to live a life worthy of both the Criterion Collection and the photography of Ed van der Elsken.

photography by Ed van der Elsken

A romantic relationship is usually the least interesting option.

 

"[Actress, Rooney Mara] hangs on [Director, David Fincher's] every word, her eyes lit with admiration. Their relationship, it quickly becomes clear, is charged with the electric current of the mentor-protégée crush, which is both touching and occasionally uncomfortable to watch. Or, as Daniel Craig, who costars as a crusading journalist named Mikael Blomkvist, says about their working relationship, “It’s fucking weird!”


When a waiter appears to take our order, we are all looking at our menus, but I see out of the corner of my eye Fincher nudging Mara. He says with quiet seriousness, “You can eat.” I look up to see her reaction. Mara rolls her eyes, and Fincher laughs. “You can have lettuce and a grape. A raisin if you must.” She orders a piece of fish and barely touches it. In the book, Salander is described as boyish and awkward, “a pale, anorexic young woman who has hair as short as a fuse. . . .” Noomi Rapace, the magnetic star of the Swedish versions, looked more like Joan Jett. “One of the things that make our version that much more heartbreaking,” says Mara, “is that even though I am playing a 24-year-old, I look much younger. I look like a child.” I ask if she had to get unhealthily skinny for the role. She says, “Umm . . . not really.”

“It hasn’t been too hard for her,” Fincher quickly adds."

-From this  interview with Vogue Magazine

I find this relationship dynamic so compelling. And I am very nearly in love with Rooney Mara as Lisbeth.

Heard somebody say,

Happy
Fucking
New
Year.

[Wandering Star] Polica

when the day is done
and i lay me down
i sit alone in my lonely bed
and i think about the day we had
and it makes me sad cause your gone
when the day is done
and i lay me down
the sheets are cold
and your space is dark
and i hear you whisper something sweet
but it doesn't move any nerves in me

after all, i'm married to the wandering star
and i've kissed the moon
it was full when i fell in love with thee
but now the world turns without me
turns without me

when the day is done
and i lay me down
the sheets are cold
and your space is dark
and i hear you whisper something sweet
but it doesn't move any nerves in me

after all, i'm married to the wandering star
and i've kissed the moon
it was full when i fell in love with thee
but now the world turns without me

Women in Love

Ex-Mass

To those who observe, Merry Christmas.

To those who don't, well, keep fighting the good fight.

We all have a cross to bear.

Lately [If only you could see into me...]

1. Gayngs' cover of By Your Side by Sade.
     +did other covers exist before this one.
2. I see now that the pride I'd had in my "recovery" was as real as the recovery itself.
     +one of the hardest moments of my life is when they told me it would never go away.
     +that I would always feel this way.
     +I have always been less brave than I thought.
3. I'm not even as good at faking it as I thought.
4. So that's that, really.
5. But the truth of the matter is, ultimately, that I will never be able to unbe who I am.
     +I know you want to ask me to, and it's a necessary step to take, but
     +if you'd rather not waste our time...
6. I'm reading Walden again.
7. Seriously, just... everything Gayngs has ever done. I don't care if it's the unpopular thing to do.
8. Awkward reunions.
     +tis the season.
9. I have this dull ache. The kind you feel when you're falling in love. The same dread + fear + want + hope
     +the ache has a name:
10. Wisconsin.