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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Tonight!


I broke fifty comments for the first time on my last post, and I just wanted to send out the most enormous sloppy kiss to everyone who reads my blog and encourages me to keep sharing all the things I love. Thank you.



vintage sweater and bangles, diy-ed target shorts, vintage keds

This all makes me feel like I should be playing tennis in the fifties.
The pink pockets are sewn on, from another pair of shorts.
I spotted the sweater while thrifting aimlessly with Sylvia and we both fell in love with it, so we have joint custody. A granny sweater made in France? What could be sweeter?


Speaking of France, I WANT TO BE HER. Scott is one of the only people who really makes me wish I could have a Freaky Friday kind of incident and wake up as somebody in one of his pictures.


If you love France and Impressionism and impossibly gorgeous writing as much as I do, I highly recommend Luncheon of the Boating Party by Diane Vreeland. It's a work of fiction, but it beautifully narrates how Renoir came to paint the famous work and how the lives of everyone in it coincided with his. One of my favorite novels.

Brigadoon opens tonight! Wish me luck!

Friday, May 1, 2009

Tangerine Trees & Marmalade Skies




Just returned from partying with my friends.
It was slightly more low key than this.
We ate grilled things and watched Across The Universe, which never ceases to be amazing.



If you haven't seen the movie, at least watch this. It's my favorite scene.

The plot is kind of silly, but the songs are so chillingly beautiful, the title track especially.
The Beatles are a constant amazement to me.

"Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes, they call me on and on across the universe. Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box, they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe."

I mean, how perfect is that?
It's possibly my favorite lyric ever written.



They're glad I approve.

I was feeling rather uninspired this week, not to mention incredibly sick for the past three days, but drinking endless cups of chamomile tea, listening to The Hazards of Love, and sifting through my favorite Sart photos has proved very uplifting.







I have to help paint scenery and stuff for my play in the morning, and then might watch Almost Famous and Saved!, two of my all time favorite movies, with my friend tomorrow night. Any exciting weekend plans?

(photos from cobrasnake, the sartorialist, and google images)