"O"

Vegas

Ice Storm

Okay

Tomorrow

happy holidays

Memories in a cage..

the flood

fairy tales.

wading through the past..

the wistful hero..

There's something so beautiful about an aging man going for one last shot of glory. the wistful hero. i love it the scene at 4:14 ish..

late night..

rewatching "let's get lost" and can't get over how beautiful this movie is. and how perfect his voice is... seeing this, in terms of beauty, this is the definitive documentary and truly is bruce weber's love letter to chet.

Nessun Dorma.

Keep the Pace

and happiness must be what it feels like to be immortal...

November

My November Guest
by: Robert Frost

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

Ashore.

I think i may have lost you between your afternoon teardrops
umbrellas bursting open, you move into the blindspot.

i didn't say goodbye, it's better to fade away
bandaids off a wound, a midnight serenade.

memories lose their taste at an alarming speed
and once crowded tables now forever empty.

words that grow stale, hang in the air.
freedom is achieved when you stop to care.

we'll clasp our hands under the painted moon.
and we'll lie to each other they'll never be another you.

everything we built turns to ether
sand castles in the wind blown to the air.

and when the thought of you washes ashore
i will cherish your memory before it walks out the door.

a fine picture..

from jessica michibata's blog. invokes a feeling of freedom on a nice day doesn't it?

Chanel Mobile Art

i went to the chanel mobile art exhibit today in central park. it was like an adult disney land ride. you had a mp3 player that guided you through the exhibit telling you what to look at and when to move. it was quite amusing. i kept looking at my friend martha who was 3 seconds ahead of me so i could get a head start. most of the work was pretty standard fare. sex, materialism etc all tied into chanel, which i found slightly obnoxious. i really enjoyed Le Trottoir by Argentinian artist Leandro Erlich. it was so pretty, seeing the reflections of a paris street through a puddle on the ground. i wish we could've stayed longer on that exhibit but alas, jeanne moreau told us to move.

*on another note, all the people working there were wearing chanel clothes made for the exhibit, and i asked one of them if they got to keep the jackets/sweaters. they said no, of course not. um, what the hell is chanel going to do with them? they can't give these poor guys a nylon jacket?

**"There they are again, the old familiar constellations that remind everyone of childhood, because it was only as a child that one gazed at them so raptly. They are everywhere. There you are, so remote from your childhood, and yet you meet it again. That's how small the world is.
And if you think some of it is foreign, you've mistaken. Everywhere is home. The Great Bear is a little nearer, that's all."- Joseph Roth from The White Cities, Reports from France 1925-39

Callas.

the look on her face before she starts to sing is heartbreaking. it's an emotion that says so much to me, it's everything all at once, love, peace, despair..and then when she sings.. everything is understood.

nice..