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Yves Saint Laurent: L’amour fou – Official Trailer
March 7, 2012, 14:38
Filed under: CINEMA

dying dying dying to see this

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for a girl like ginger, love costs money
October 14, 2011, 09:53
Filed under: CINEMA

possibly the best love at first sight scene ever filmed – even if only one-sided.



Rhinoceros
June 24, 2011, 11:47
Filed under: CINEMA, Iconic

If you haven’t had a chance to see Midnight In Paris, you must.  If you, like myself, love to think of the past and a life that you could’ve, should’ve had, in say Prohibition Era Chicago or ’60s Swinging London, then you will love Woody Allen’s new wander-lustful tale.

One of, well, two of my FAVE things about the flick, 1 – the wedding scene in a ’20s Era Deyrolle (talk about a dream venue) and 2 – the hysterical portrayal of Salvidor Dali (played by the ever so handsome Adrien Brody).  The scene is delightful as Man Ray andLuis Buñuel meet up with their chum in a Paris Cafe.

More Dali. More Dali, more more more more:



My Little Princess
May 27, 2011, 07:38
Filed under: burlesque, CINEMA, femme icons

A film about Irina Ionesco and her daughter Eva. Via Catparty.  I just about fainted with excitement.



sing goofy, sing stupid
December 8, 2010, 14:35
Filed under: CINEMA

I’m sure this is going to be complicated…of course I’ll see it…



If you so dare…
December 1, 2010, 07:44
Filed under: CINEMA, cupcakes, flowers and unicorns

check out these city guides courtesy of Louis Vuitton.

PARIS {this is why I say if you dare…b/c I watched it and now I’m dying…}

Nueva York

B+E+R+L+I+N



Nobody, Not Even the Rain…
November 27, 2010, 23:04
Filed under: CINEMA

My favorite Thanksgiving ritual involves a screening of Hannah and Her Sisters.  My favorite scene in the film is when Elliot plots his encounter with Lee and then drags her to the bookstore…the romance of being in an old NYC bookstore gets me everytime…

I then read e.e. cummings…

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands