August 27, 2009
August 24, 2009
August 5, 2009
“Look over there! (where? )
There’s a lady that I used to know”
“Will you just take a look over there? (Where?) There.
Is she tryin’ to get outta that clitares?”
August 1, 2009
July 30, 2009
Someone needs to start a blog dedicated wholly to domestic cat wounds. I’m not gonna do it, but someone should. Well, maybe next time Madeline gives me (or Andy) a nice, good one.
(Via All Things Ordinary.)
July 27, 2009
Okay, that’s not Catherine Deneuve, it’s Rosamund Pike making an eerily authentic Deneuve-face . EERILY. I really did think it was Deneuve at first, magically de-aged 30 years (which I wouldn’t put past her). Anyway, this is clearly a reference to Belle de jour:
The top (not-Deneuve) image is from An Education. Peter Sarsgaard is in this. Behold:
Ninety-five percent of Peter Sarsgaard movies require Peter Sarsgaard to be creepy. However, Peter Sarsgaard is hot in one-hundred percent of movies. This, however. This is just creepy. I don’t know why– because he looks forty? Because he doesn’t sound exactly like John Malkovich in this one? I gather that half the point of this role is for him to look old and creepy, but still. Boner-broken.
July 25, 2009
“The woman who presents herself to the spectator as a ‘picture’ forever arranged is, for the contemplative mind, the chiefest danger. Sometimes one meets a woman who is beast turning human. Such a person’s every movement will reduce to an image of a forgotten experience; a mirage of an eternal wedding cast on the racial memory; as insupportable joy, as would be the vision of an eland coming down an aisle of trees, chapleted with orange blossoms and bridal veil, a hoof raised in the economy of fear, stepping in the trepidation of flesh that will become myth; as a unicorn is neither man nor beast deprived, but human hunger pressing its breast to its prey.
Such a woman is the infected carrier of the past: before her the structure of our head and jaws ache– we feel that we could eat her, she who is eaten death returning, for only then do we put our face close to the blood on the lips of our forefathers.”
–Djuna Barnes, Nightwood