"This was a story about a girl who could find infinite beauty in anything..."-The Brothers Bloom
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Threadsence Summer Lookbook
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Up Late in America's Drunkest City
It's late time
Saturday night
(maybe Thursday)
sky's getting dark
we're getting smashed
like this glass
that we broke
on this empty
country road
no one around
it's just us
but more things
are breaking
than these cups
we agreed we could
live without
we'll wake up soon
and you'll have
forgotten the things
you said and
only the broken
glass we left behind
will give testament.
Saturday night
(maybe Thursday)
sky's getting dark
we're getting smashed
like this glass
that we broke
on this empty
country road
no one around
it's just us
but more things
are breaking
than these cups
we agreed we could
live without
we'll wake up soon
and you'll have
forgotten the things
you said and
only the broken
glass we left behind
will give testament.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Someone Like You
I love Adele, and I love this interview. Everything she says is what I feel it really means to be a singer. I first heard her new album when I was on a plane. I love all the songs but when Someone Like You came on I was trying really hard not to cry. I didn't want to freak out the French lady sitting next to me.
Mind on your music
It's half past midnight and I'm awake watching Classic Arts Showcase on KNXT Visalia just like old times; back when I was seventeen and first fell in love with opera and performing. I used to watch this back in high school when I couldn't sleep and once an opera video came on from La Traviata. It was Anna Moffo (haha mofo!) singing "Addio del passato" by Verdi. It was 1 a.m. and I was falling asleep but I was so captivated by it. I was struck by this sad dying woman singing to God with her last breath begging him to forgive her for the things she'd done. And the music! The music that makes your senses come alive; that flows out to you like a hundred fluffy dandelion seeds blown by the wind. And that oboe! It makes you feel like your chest is going to crack open and your heart spill out.
And now here I am seven years later and I'm watching another late night opera video. And it's La Traviata again! It's Dame Joan Sutherland singing "Sempre Libera." It's been awhile since I've felt inspired. I love singing. I love the lights, excitement, the feeling you get when an entire theater is focused on the drama that you are making, and most of all the music. Seeing that tonight made me remember that I can't lose focus now or get distracted from the thing that I really love, because I won't be satisfied until I see my name on the outside of my own damn dressing room.
And now here I am seven years later and I'm watching another late night opera video. And it's La Traviata again! It's Dame Joan Sutherland singing "Sempre Libera." It's been awhile since I've felt inspired. I love singing. I love the lights, excitement, the feeling you get when an entire theater is focused on the drama that you are making, and most of all the music. Seeing that tonight made me remember that I can't lose focus now or get distracted from the thing that I really love, because I won't be satisfied until I see my name on the outside of my own damn dressing room.
Labels:
Anna Netrebko,
La Traviata,
Opera,
personal,
Slightly Stoopid,
Verdi
Monday, June 6, 2011
Rend the Seams
Ideas, words, streaming
through my mind
keep coming and going
but I choose nothing
nothing seems to fit
a closet full of clothes
but only a few are worn
I can't get comfortable
stitches and seams
push and pull
everything rubs me wrong
the way everything is
I grab all the pieces
but things keep slipping
from my grasp
I reach down for one
and two more fall away
I have all the pieces
don't I?
Why will nothing fit?
through my mind
keep coming and going
but I choose nothing
nothing seems to fit
a closet full of clothes
but only a few are worn
I can't get comfortable
stitches and seams
push and pull
everything rubs me wrong
the way everything is
I grab all the pieces
but things keep slipping
from my grasp
I reach down for one
and two more fall away
I have all the pieces
don't I?
Why will nothing fit?
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
everyday_i_show: photos by Dane Shitagi
everyday_i_show: photos by Dane Shitagi
“The New York City Ballerina Project grew from the idea of New York City as a magnet for creativity; each photograph is a collaborative work of dance, fashion design and photography played out against the city’s landscape.”
“The New York City Ballerina Project grew from the idea of New York City as a magnet for creativity; each photograph is a collaborative work of dance, fashion design and photography played out against the city’s landscape.”
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