“The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell.Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.Forget the dragon,leave the gun on the table.
— Richard Siken
I love roadtrip inspired editorials-the idea of taking off with just one bag & just your friends & seeing the world- the good, the bad & ugly has always appealed to me. I guess it appeals to all of us- that wanting to run away from everything, to some place new & build from the ground up.
Anna Selezneva by Mark Segal in 'The Lonesome Highway'.
There are so many things I’m not allowed to tell you. I touch myself, I dream. Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands, these shins, these soapy flanks. The musicians start the overture while I hide behind the microphone, trying to match the dubbing to the big lips shining down from the screen. We’re filming the movie called Planet of Love- there’s sex of course, and ballroom dancing, fancy clothes and waterlilies in the pond, and half the night you’re a dependable chap, mounting the stairs in lamplight to the bath, but then the too white teeth all night, all over the American sky, too much to bear, this constant fingering, your hands a river gesture, the birds in flight, the birds still singing outside the greasy window, in the trees. There’s a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting, where you can tell that I’m about to burst into tears, right before I burst into tears and flee to the slimy moonlit riverbed canopied with devastated clouds. We’re shouting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back. Lying on the sofa with my eyes closed, I didn’t want to see it this way, everything eating everything in the end. We know how the light works, we know where the sound is coming from. Verse. Chorus. Verse. I’m sorry. We know how it works. The world is no longer mysterious.
Caught this advert on the TV for Charlie Higson's new book 'The Enemy'- a zombie thriller aimed at teens. I'll definitely be picking this up. The advert has got me even with the-only-adults-are-affected Tribe rip-off elements. Could be a success.
Brooding bad boy villain actor Brian Cox ('The Ring', 'Running With Scissors', 'Zodiac', 'Braveheart') is playing 'Lolita' main man and poetic criminal Humbert Humbert in an adaptation of the novel for the stage at the Lyttleton Theatre in West End London on September 7th, 14th and 21st and I NEED to go. It's a 90 minute condensation of the book as a memory from Humbert's prison cell and as with anything related to 'Lolita' it's got a strong hold on my heart strings. I've been obsessed with Vladimir Nabokov's controversial novel since I first read it at 15. I've seen and own both film adaptations, Stanley Kubrick's 1962 one with Sue Lyons as Lolita and Adrian Lyne's 1997 version with Dominique Swain. I prefer the latter but love them both and would without a thought name the book as my favourite of all time. The only thing I hate about the book is that it's made me such a fussy reader-nothing compares. (How can you bury yourself into the chain of young adult vampiric love novels when you've read Nabokov's amazing prose and cinematic style writing and plot development? You can't) Nabokov has set the bar high for me regarding literary expectations but I forgive him. He's a genius. Utter genius. I try to be inspired by his writing style, the way he can say what needs to be said in the shortest of spaces with true feeling and genuine articulation. What he does in a first paragraph for a chapter could never fail to capture you. It's like every chapter is a song and he only has 3 minutes to take your attention. Read this first paragraph for the book. I'm so getting a tattoo of 'my sin, my soul' : one on each wrist.
These film stills have been featured in a previous post but for new followers here they are again. Go watch the film! It's wonderful!
My utter favourite book and the film never disappoints me be it Lyne or Kubrick. Here are some stills from Lyne's modern adaptation- a little continuation on the 1940-50's styling in Ballet Shoes... Then this still because I think it's gorgeous and well Potter is like crack to me. But tonight I'm watching Swedish film 'Let The Right One In' and doing writing at last. if it ever becomes half decent I might post it. Until then goodnight deers&bears.
So my first post showed my style back in the 90's, here I am now. This was me today on a trip to town with my soul sister Usagi. We visitted a noodle bar, Topshop (tried on a yummy in theory ostrich feather skirt but it molted terribly), Waterstones (we read a Half Bloof Prince pop-up book-oh yes the nerd leaked out) and the library. I got some books on painting with oils & acrylics so expect some artwork this way some time soon :) I was on the hunt for some Bukowski but have got some Albert Camus instead.
My name is Jasmin but I've always liked boys with girls' names and names that end in -ie.
I'm an insomniac. I like to stay up late to watch the sky change from blue to black to beige and blue again. I'm a critically indecisive realist whose in love with the little things. I enjoy writing lists and schedules but never stick to them. I want to learn to do a million things like speak Swedish, play guitar, skateboard, hula hoop and play poker. My mind is always turning over a million things but I am a simple girl and I never ask for much. I'm a typical nerd and I'm excited by fashion, photography, books, ideas and theories.
I could pour through books and magazines until my eyes dribbled down my face in a torrent of glitter and sequins. It's true.
I like to paint what I write, write what I think and photograph what I see.
"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known." Chuck Palahniuk, INVISIBLE MONSTERS
