SIMON KILLER, 2013.
This is a film both psychologically unsettling and fiercely enjoyable, that might be described as hard to watch. It’s very unnerving. Everything about it is a visual spectacle. It heightens your senses. Simon’s mantra in the film was explaining to others how he studied “the relationship between the brain and the eyes”, and in a way I feel like that’s what the visuals were all about, connecting the brain and the eye to a colorfully fucked up world. The colors were bright and blooming and saturated, it could be said that the colors of Paris at nighttime was a main character, and it fit perfectly in this dark, sexual world Antonio created. The music was a game changer. (I even found myself dancing in my seat during the club scene) I kept wondering if he had taken influence from Godard as I watched the film. There’s a plethora of wide panning shots that swing back and fourth between character and character, giving you, the viewer, a sneak peak of the surroundings in a way where you almost feel as if you’re invading their privacy, and it reminded me so much of what Godard was doing in A Woman is A Woman between Émile and Angela. This is exactly what I love about cinema.
Antonio and Brady came in to introduce the film to us and said we were the “Coachella rejects”, but I have to say that I much preferred being in a movie theater, supporting a great movie, to being at Coachella. Hands down.
If you’re in LA, or in driving distance to LA, it’s worth it to travel to see this film. Don’t let great cinema slip through your fingers, folks.
a suitcase of dreams, for any adventure, on cloud nine:
for Lena & Natcha <3
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frankocean:
LA is a bubble, one large iridescent bubble.. soap and ocean water. floating. at least it lets the planes out. & only the ears pop, never the bubble. after you leave a while you’ll miss it. although, you can really miss the worst things.. a cigarette, a doomed bus. easy tiger, i hold a deep affection for los angeles and it’s oppressive sunshine. moms is moving here this summer, my kid brother’s going to middle school. middle school. fuck, i’m getting old.. in los angeles.
<3
(LA misses LJ)
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two wishes, 2013.
plucked these on my walk today.
i blew on each and wished good things for other people.
next time i’ll make a bouquet.
“louise broke” by Julia Geiser
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Manhattan Melodrama, (1934)
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redshoesandblues:
“Surprise!”
by Wes Anderson and Roman Coppola.
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hitrecord:
i always take photos while i drive. call it dangerous.
thanks, HitRECord. :)
The sun, whose rays are all ablaze with ever-living glory,
Does not deny His majesty, He scorns to tell a story!
He don’t exclaim, “I blush for shame, So kindly be indulgent.”
But, fierce and bold, In fiery gold, He glories all effulgent!
I mean to rule the earth, As he the sky
We really know our worth, The sun and I!
I mean to rule the earth, As he the sky
We really know our worth, The sun and I!
Observe his flame, That placid dame, The moon’s Celestial Highness;
There’s not a trace, Upon her face Of diffidence or shyness:
She borrows light that, through the night, Mankind may all acclaim her!
And, truth to tell, She lights up well, So I, for one, don’t blame her!
Ah, pray make no mistake, We are not shy;
We’re very wide awake, The moon and I!
Ah, pray make no mistake, We are not shy;
We’re very wide awake, The moon and I!
— W. S. Gilbert, The Sun Whose Rays Are All Ablaze.
“Men still have trouble recognizing that a woman can be complex, can have ambition, good looks, sexuality, erudition, and common sense. A woman can have all those facets, and yet men, in literature and in drama, seem to need to simplify women, to polarize us as either the whore or the angel. That sensibility is prevalent, even to this day.” - Natalie Dormer.
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pedroquintas:
Nina Leen, Night At The Circus, 1949
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When the writer/director of the film tells you to sit next to his parents…
This is the best.
t3chn0ir:
‘Everything is beautiful. You only have to take an interest in things to see their beauty’
Vivre sa vie (1962)
Natasha Khan, BAT FOR LASHES.
three weeks till i see her play. <3
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Lovers on the banks of the River Seine near the Square du Vert-Galant, Ile de la Cité, Peter Cornelius by Peter Cornelius
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