Night of Hunters

I am so excited for this, and not only because we get an LP with a whole new selection of classically inspired songs, but because it means this lady herself will be gracing us with her ethereal presence on TOUR! See below for a taste of her incredible live powers.
Oh, and I really want that green skirt.

Photogra-therapy

Recently, dear Ruby took me out for some photography-therapy :) I've been going through a bit of a rough patch, and although I'm trying to handle it in the best way I can, sometimes life just calls for a good ol' temper tantrum. It was very cathartic, actually, I'm glad she thought of it. And she took some brilliant photos, as usual :) (for the full set go to crazypillsforthedreamer). I recommend to anyone who is feeling angry or sad or lonely or all of the above, to take those emotions and create something with them, whether it be art or literature or macaroni accessories; you don't even have to show anyone, just do it for yourself. You will feel so much better afterwards.

I'm going to hijack this post and use it briefly to say a big thank you to all my dear friends and my wonderful boyfriend who have been helping me through this. Whether you have invited me over to bake brownies and watch movies ( :) ), sent me messages to see how I'm doing, taken me out for coffee or breakfast or vegan cookies or just sat and listened to me be all sad and weepy, you don't know how you have helped me. I guarantee you that before each encounter I was feeling pretty shitty and have come out the other side feeling so much better.

Ok, enough of that. here's some nice semi creepy music to compliment this sunny suburban Sunday :)

Suicide Blondes

My copy of the Virgin Suicides came today!!! I'm so excited to read it, but I have to finish A Long Way Down first. I only just realized now that I have unconsciously been choosing to read suicide themed literature, and yet I'm still at a point where I'm realizing how ridiculously absurd life is, and thus, thankfully, I still belong in it.

This is what my copy looks like :) i love you fishpond.com.au

I remember watching this movie with one of my best friends and his sister on SBS. I had never heard of it before, but he said he had heard it was rather good, and given that we shared a similar taste in pretty much everything, we decided to watch it. I can remember that once the movie had finished (and, well, as the title obviously suggests how the movie ends, I don't think I'm going to be spoiling it for anyone), none of us said anything for about two minutes; we were completely mesmerized. And although it has been about five or six years since then, those final frames of each girl's beautifully harrowing suicide has remained ingrained in my memory. That is what movies are supposed to do; good movies don't let you forget about them, even if you want to.

Piss Factory

Just in case you're feeling down and need some inspiration

Rabbit Heart

She did not suppose it would happen like this. Even the warmth of the wind felt like a dark force from a distant land; she could taste sparks on her tongue like thistles, not flowers like Ophelia had promised her. It was time to learn that real life did not curve so neatly and beautifully in the way that her words often did. It was jagged, disconnected, and smeared with blood and lipstick and tears.

A brown hare bounded through the soft yellow grass before her, quivering with anticipation as hares must always do, for fear of being eaten. Its eyes were like black inkwells, wet and full of fear; there are some animals that, like many people, are cursed with it constantly. She felt she was cursed with a rabbit heart.
The hare chased the last remaining rays of sunlight that spilled out over the tops of the trees and into the thicket, colouring the world with a golden hue and making everything appear angelic. She wished she could remove her heart and lay it down in the twilight, in hope that it would absorb some of its divine beauty, so that when she returned at dawn, it would be this beautiful, unbreakable thing thing that she could lock away behind her breast and swallow the key to. Or perhaps, she thought, perhaps she could bury it in this field like a seed, and the sun would warm the freshly dug earth, and her heart would come a tree; a beautiful big golden maple, or strong towering beech, and transform this selfish useless fleshy being into a creator and a mother.

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Weetzie Trip

"Weetzie and My Secret Agent Lover Man and Dirk and Duck and Slinkster Dog and Fifi's canaries lived happily ever after in their silly-sand-topped house in the land of skating hamburgers and flying toupees and Jah-Love blonde Indians."
Francesca Lia Block

 

 

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I'm going on a Weetzie trip again whilst waiting for my new books to arrive from fishpond.com. I'm sad that Borders is closing down, but I can't justify spending what little money I have on books I can get so much cheaper on the net, or from more sustainable sources (see Better World Books). But enough of that. Let us indulge in the slinkster cool desert beauty that is Weetzie Bat.

Donna Hayward: Cardigan Queen

No one can wear bad cardigans and still manage to look as smokin' as Donna Hayward. And by bad, I mean awesome.

I love Twin Peaks for so many reasons, but one is that it has introduced me to Lara Flynn Boyle and her bohemian nineties hotness before she got scarily thin.