...every cabbage has its pimp


This week, my theatre teacher asked a few of us to come in and read Act II of the script that we are doing as the winter play. The play was "The Madwoman of Chaillot, and I fell in love with it. It's a light play but managed to have a surprising  amount of depth to it. My teacher recited this beautiful monologue that a young waitress named Irma says at the end of the first act:

"I hate ugliness. I love beauty. I hate meanness. I adore kindness. It may not seem so grand to some to be a waitress in Paris. I love it. A waitress meets all sorts of people. She observes life. I hate to be alone. I love people. But I have never said I love you to a man. Men try to make me say it. They put their arms around me; I pretend I don’t see it. They pinch me; I pretend I don’t feel it. They kiss me; I pretend I don’t know it. They take me out in the evening and make me drink but I am careful, I never say it. If they don’t like it they can leave me alone. Because when I say I love you to him, he will know just by looking in my eyes that many have held me and pinched me and kissed me, but I have never said I love you to anyone in the world before. Never. No. (Looking at Pierre and whispers) I love you." 

What makes this monologue so heartbreakingly beautiful is that at the end when she whispers "I love you", she says it to an empty space next to her where Pierre had just been sitting a moment ago.

I finished watching the film version in which Katherine Hepburn does an incredible job portraying The Madwoman of Chaillot, Aurelia.



While walking into the Media Center at my school today, I passed a book on display about Marlene Dietrich. For some reason, there was a National LGBT something poster above the books on display and that sparked my remembrance that Marlene Dietrich was pretty liberal with her sexuality, which I find so great. During that time I actually researched Dietrich's sexuality and I came across this picture of Marlene and Édith Piaf smooching to find out the two were actually very good friends. "Very good friends" meaning that they were really very good friends (Marlene was Édith's maid of honor at her wedding) as well as the "very good friends" that are such good friends that they have been rumored to have had intimate relations...which are both totally rad.



Yesterday my dad and I were supposed to see The Man Who Fell to Earth at our local independent/art movie theater.  I was actually very much looking forward to it because my dad and I are really into Bowie. But then my dad (who has seen the movie before) told me that there are a lot of semi-inapropriate material in the movie. Because of that material, we decided against going to the movie together. I mean, I have no problem watching David Bowie in gay sex scenes, but they're not the nicest thing for a father and daughter to watch together. Later on in the night, we felt bad about not going and decided that we would buy it from Amazon because we figured that if we could sit through Brüno together - a movie with free flying penises every five minutes - we could watch this one together.




I also decided it would be important to let you guys know about a fantastic band that I got really into this week. They're called Local Natives and I somehow had their song "Airplanes" on my iTunes and decided to download their entire album - which is such a great album guys, seriously cannot recommend it enough.



Also, Lana Del Rey kicks ass, and so do her videos -



I 've also found myself to be much more dependent on coffee than any 16-year-old should be. I actually found my dependency to become an issue over the summer when I would get a headache in the afternoon if I didn't have a cappuccino in the morning... ANYWHO. I haven't gotten over my growing addiction and my mother has been so kind this week as to drive me to school and pick up Starbucks on the way which has been lovely. But it got me thinking that Starbucks should deliver. I mean especially with rehearsals after school when I can't leave the school, it'd be incredibly convenient. Oh, and what would also make it better is if there wasn't a goddamn $20 minimum on your order to get it delivered. Just a thought...

straightened out

hokay, sew.

I tried the Bumble and Bumble samples of their new "Straight" line and I'm pretty happy with the results.

I, however, can't lie to you guys when I say that I used waaaayayyahayhayhayyy too much of the creme product in my hair. It made it very soft and somewhat faster to blow-dry. But because of the copious amount that I used, my hair looked a tad greasy from the get-go. Also, I watched the "how-to" videos on their website and it said to use the creme from root to tip, which is exactly what I did. Howeva I've come to find out that you should never ever ever ever do that. Even when a product says to. Just don't. Never add product to your roots, it's so unnecessary. All it does is make your hair look greasy (and this is coming from someone with super dry hair). Your roots produce natural oils anyway so there is no point in adding product there. When you put crap in your hair, stick to the ends.

Anywho, deze r da rezultz.

b4:

aftur:


I'm in the midst of trying the products out again tonight. This time, with less...

this week

This week has been a long one in terms of school and Hamlet rehearsals. I've also been completely avoiding something and I'm pretty fucking great at it to be honest. I've decided that I'm finished with waiting for something that will probably never happen. I've come to the conclusion that I need to distance myself from this thing in order for me to get over it which means absolutely no interaction whatsoever. It's going to be really shitty and really hard but it needs to be done. So, every single morning on the bus ride to school - which is actually my favorite part of my days because it's the nicest thing to listen to music and be driven around my town while the sun comes up - I've been listening to Beyoncé and Lupe Fiasco.


Before I straightened my hair on Monday night I remembered how Rachel had emphatically urged me to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind over the summer so I rented it on my laptop and watched it and shat my pants in awe of this fucking spectacular movie. I adored Kate Winslet's character Clementine. I mean, I already adore Kate Winslet in general but her character was fantastic in this movie. Her freaking hair and clothes and personality was just ldfjkhgdslkjghdfslgkjhglsdkjhgsl.









Basically all week my American Lit class had been analyzing Emily Dickinson poetry, as well as last week. Not only have we been analyzing her poetry, we have been absolutely tearing this shit apart until it means nothing. That's a lie, not until "it means nothing" but we just go very very deep into our analyzations. And in prior years, I've loved poetry units in English but I hate it when we have to analyze them because everyone will have a different perception of the poem and the teachers always have to shoot down a lot of really great ideas because they feel that the poem is only supposed to mean one certain thing. Which I feel is such bullshit because the whole point of poetry and art in general is for people to interpret it in their own way and to tell them that the way they interpreted it is wrong is fucked up. ANWAY my Am Lit class teacher doesn't do that at all, which is fantastic. He's incredibly laid backs and takes anybody's idea and is like "yeah, cool, that's really interesting. I can see how you thought of that." This week the Dickinson poem that stood out to me was the one that started with "Because I could not stop for Death..." - it's a really great poem and I had never been a Dickinson fan before, but this week of study has converted me.


Eléonore Hendricks is one of my favorite photographers. I feel like she is so great at capturing everyday moments and people that we constantly overlook and never really fully appreciate. This week I'm feeling particularly inspired by her okinawa, okinawa photos.








I also came across BULLETT magazine this week in Barnes n' Noble and it kicks so much ass. I bought their Cosmic issue with Ewan McGreggor on the front and Christina Ricci on the back. Here's part of the editor Idil Tabanca's opening message, you'll understand.

"By asking ourselves ... absurd yet utterly constructive questions ... we aim to foster a game-changing attitude that will affect exactly that: change. We aspire to disseminate the fertile energy that motivates us to declare our cosmos as the proposed limit rather than mere sky."

it ends with:

"Come and think unalike with us."

love.

 



Last weekend I, like a jackass, decided to cut my ends because they were beyond dead and starting to straighten out, which is awkward. So I cut a few and then I washed my hair and let it dry and then realized how fucking short I cut my hair. My hair hasn't been this short in a while and I personally think I look terrible so I have been straightening my hair all week. It's a huge relief to have straight hair to be honest. I have naturally very curly hair. It's cork-screwy and ringlet-y but the curls that frame my face are much more tighter and kinkier - which I find incredibly unflattering. Because I cut my hair, it's now lighter which means that my hair kinks up even more which is bad. I love curly hair, but really tight curls don't look good on me at all. When your hair is straight, you never have to worry about it. It just always falls in place. Whereas with my curly hair, every single day is an unpredictable hair day and the weather outside plays an even bigger role in how my hair looks during the day.

Melissa, who has worked for Bumble and Bumble for years, came over to pay us a visit today and brought us goodies! She brought me samples of their brand new "Straight" product line which is so great considering my current dilemma with my natural coils, "Spray de Mode" (perf whilst straightening or après) and their semi-new "Texture" creme. Today I took a break from the blow-dryer and the 2" curling iron (mom and Lauren broke my CHI iron two years ago but the curling iron works just fine) and wore my hair curly today. The only product that I tried today was the "Texture" creme and I luhhhhhhhhhhh the way it made my hair messy. When it grows out I am gonna be all over dat. I'll probably straighten my hair on Monday seeing as I have rehearsal tomorrow and will most likely be way too lazy to even bathe myself nonetheless do my hurr. But I will hopefully remember to update you guyz (because I know you definitely care about my hair as much as I do) on the "Straight" product results.

 

 

put your paws up

ShowStudio has released four of the interlude films made by Nick Knight, Ruth Hogben and Lady Gaga for Gaga's 2009-2011 Monsterball Tour. The films include "City", "Paws Up", "Manifesto of Little Monsters", and "Poker Face." Matthew Williams also contributed to the films (personally, I feel that he and Gaga artistically molded so incredibly well and I wish that he was still apart of the Haus of Gaga today... I miss him and the ideas that they came up with...).

Being a 2x Monsterball attendee (fuck yeah for being caller 100 on Z100 two timez) the films looked ridiculous (good ridiculous) on the screens, but they look even better from my laptop. Also, a film that wasn't included in the "Monsterball" folder on ShowStudio (they released it about a year ago) was the vomit interlude which is fucking insane, especially when Matt Williams completely remolds Gaga in the end.

Check dem out.

keepin' it classy

Coach has recently revealed their limited edition revival collection of bags called Coach Classics. The line includes five of the company's most iconic designs by Bonnie Cashin in the 70's.

I swear to God, this collection will never get old.