“Doll Nut,” “Neo Polly Tan,” “Pam Cake” & “Ceasar Sally.”
I’ve been meaning to do a post on boopsiedaisy for awhile now. I stumbled across her on Etsy and instantly fell in love with her kitschy and frankly quite bizarre fine art prints. I love the injection of pure color, her sense of childlike whimsy mixed with an LA-Halloween-creepshow kind of vibe. Dolls’ heads mixed with food? (Her fantastic “Who’s on the Menu?” series) Crazy original and crazy cool. All her prints have cleverly punned names, too. I’m dying to collect some of her work, the hard part is deciding which prints to pick up.
When I love something, I tend to do so wholly and immediately. Elizabethtown is one of my favorite films ever, and the extensive (dual-volume) and fantastic soundtrack is part of what makes it so great. The song I’d been trying to find was “Summerlong” (on the second volume) by Kathleen Edwards. It is such an incredible song; I completly adore it and can listen to it over and over. So fitting and true to the season. I’d been reading back issues of Elle (probably the smartest, chicest magazine, period) and they recommended her latest record, Asking for Flowers. I Myspaced her of course, and fell instantly in love with her folky sound, her pithy and heartfelt–but far from trite–lyrics. So check her out, she’s so talented.
the sky’s a blaze today
my hands around my coffee cup
with dirty nails and much less faith,
the days are longer
and I not quite as strong
as when ice glazed my world.
I count the days in pairs of pantyhose
and I still cross the streets with care
you see, for me it’s still May.
there is no consolation,
only ashes drifting down.
the stars look burned,
the amethyst sunset’s nothing to see.
the world a lonely carousel,
again I’m unprepared.
all I want is stronger flesh,
instead I have a series of
serrations against the wall of myself
and what I feel
It’s true that we are the sum of our experiences. If I’ve learned anything in the past couple of years, it’s that life’s too short to live the same day twice. I’ve been to extreme highs and lows. I’ve swollen with arrogance and I’ve sunk with depression. Either way, it’s a thrilling feeling just to be alive. I find it hard to be overly bitter when cutting my losses. I’ve got some fond memories of some fantastic people who have all had a hand in sculpting the me I am, and the me I hope to someday be.
This goes out to countless people in specific, but no one in particular: Thank you…for teaching me not to get attached…for seeing the beauty in the unexpected…for learning how to let things go…for wining and dining me…for being a best friend…for holding me the way that you did…for duct tape…for mending me…for bruising me…for the song…for the dance…for picking me up…for the yellow balloon…for the best advice I ever received…for camping in…for the hit…for the journey…for showing me your world.
Fucking up is part of the beauty, because in the end it all works out. I look back and I think “ah. I get it now.” I’m a puzzle that even I can’t solve sometimes, but I know immediately when I like something/someone or not. Takes time to get good. I have had to maintain my strength even when it kills…but you absolutely can’t give up. I’ll always get back up, I’ll never dwell in failure or fear. I am resolved to the eternal and beautiful fight.
In Clement Virgo’s 2005 independent erotic drama Lie With Me, a sexually agressive Leila (Lauren Lee Smith) meets equally voracious David (Eric Balfour) and they begin a torrid affair. Not being used to commitment or real relationships, Leila only knows how to fuck, but not how to love…so begins the vein of drama that runs throughout the film. Beautifully shot, sexually explicit [read: adults only, truly] but not trashy, the movie tugs at certain parts in all of us. It’s a contemporary, lust-charged romance at the base of it all, dealing with the consequence of sex, promiscuity and how it can entangle two people otherwise adrift.
Bottom line: Sexy, brave and raw; I loved it.