to be supposedly handed on july 15th.
she does not look at the calendar very well.
29.7.12
26.7.12
something organized #3
symbol, mark, and milestone; i don't believe in something tangible to represent what is not or vice versa, but especially the first--just to make it seem more real (i don't think it in any way does), or just so people can probe it during wee hours when people can't sleep because the shapeless and the formless seems not able to any longer contain meanings
but yesterday was full of symbols, a finish line and another start intertwining into one and was represented by the tangibles, which not only did i not mind, it sent me chills. it is always titillating to see you emerging, and eighteen hours ago i needed not shuffle through the lights because like always you appeared at wherever i expected you to
yesterday first alphabets were all that mattered--order was crucial, how your parents decided to arrange your name what was to be your first was all that was and what came next become gradually unimportant, and i sat clutching three plastic hands/clappers watching you being watched by the world, waiting for your first name being announced among the lees and lims and tans, dripping with cum laudes, by your schoolmate which you might or might not have been in a project group together and hence might or might not be a true acquaintance of yours; watching an almost simultaneous exhibition of your face uncertain of what emotions appropriate for you that day on two giant screens and one tv screen. when other people downed their camera hands and claps began to simmer down and i raised mine and clapped the hardest, looking at you through the littlest screen in the room where there were bigger ones for the more uninterested ones to see, but i see what other people don't of you everyday so it's kind of fair, i ended up getting more in the end.
i began to see superlatives wither, good is not relevant, better is often redundant, there is only best and although often redundant it always gets better
if you get what i mean
you are the best and we can always be better
"we will be better than i was"
but yesterday was full of symbols, a finish line and another start intertwining into one and was represented by the tangibles, which not only did i not mind, it sent me chills. it is always titillating to see you emerging, and eighteen hours ago i needed not shuffle through the lights because like always you appeared at wherever i expected you to
yesterday first alphabets were all that mattered--order was crucial, how your parents decided to arrange your name what was to be your first was all that was and what came next become gradually unimportant, and i sat clutching three plastic hands/clappers watching you being watched by the world, waiting for your first name being announced among the lees and lims and tans, dripping with cum laudes, by your schoolmate which you might or might not have been in a project group together and hence might or might not be a true acquaintance of yours; watching an almost simultaneous exhibition of your face uncertain of what emotions appropriate for you that day on two giant screens and one tv screen. when other people downed their camera hands and claps began to simmer down and i raised mine and clapped the hardest, looking at you through the littlest screen in the room where there were bigger ones for the more uninterested ones to see, but i see what other people don't of you everyday so it's kind of fair, i ended up getting more in the end.
i began to see superlatives wither, good is not relevant, better is often redundant, there is only best and although often redundant it always gets better
if you get what i mean
you are the best and we can always be better
"we will be better than i was"
24.7.12
pleats please
ribbed knitwear + pleated skirt by vanillascented, plastic ceramic tableware by pili wu, pleats please packaging by taku sadoh design office, pleats please by syrup nyc, casa do lado by 20.87
22.7.12
rocky
nikicio reversible parka, lalalove london t-shirt, underground creepers, gifted necklace, topshop anklet worn as bracelet, topshop bag
kind weather to climb our way back from sydney opera house
21.7.12
but stay / don't close your eyes
open's lyrics remind me of the morning benders' excuses, both almost equally beautiful in their arrangement--that kind of eroticism that transfixes layers and sheets of human (although i must argue rhye is much more straighforward in this case, just sweet without the additional sprinkles of efflorescing blossom, and it permeates the music & melody unlike excuses that stops at lyrics), e.g.
i'm a fool for the shake in your thighs
i'm a fool for the sound in your sighs
(i thought they are interchangeable and hence very flexible, you could play with the words--sound in your thighs and shake in your sighs)
i'm a fool for your belly
(singer seems to intend this line to roasted pork, discreetly (sorry i ruined it, but truthfully i like that it has to be belly and not anything else.))
its being on victoria's secret ad sort of bugged me but i have come to terms with it. at least i do not find myself having to associate the song with tropical beach because that was the last thing on my mind when i first listened to this song. i have high expectations for this duo. it's the most magical song in such a long while.
19.7.12
from above
One of Dinah Fried's latest project, fictitious dish, exhibits a skill we all seem to be increasingly familiar with nowadays: the art of taking food photos. But summarizing her work merely as an art of taking food photos means doing it a surmountable injustice. Technically her work is obviously out of my league as a mere kid who seems diligent in trying hard to take decent pictures of food from upright helicopter view (often to no avail: device always tilted a little, thumb nervously staggering upon hovering around the 'click' button). I sort of gave up this 'habit' and began questioning the purpose of doing this activity in turn, but then I think I find comfort in capturing mundanity such as food, which could be special when being recalled and catalogued into a mortal 8GB memory card.
But the real value her work presents here is the infusion of fiction into it. From Salinger's slim classic The Catcher in The Rye to the recent somber blockbuster The Girl With Dragon Tattoo, Fried's work enters the lives of the main characters from above the table. My food has never been this photogenic.
Have a pick and enjoy your meal.
But the real value her work presents here is the infusion of fiction into it. From Salinger's slim classic The Catcher in The Rye to the recent somber blockbuster The Girl With Dragon Tattoo, Fried's work enters the lives of the main characters from above the table. My food has never been this photogenic.
Have a pick and enjoy your meal.
'Alice in Wonderland'
'The Catcher in The Rye'
'The Girl With Dragon Tattoo'
15.7.12
some countries
people often entitle inanimate objects to very little credits
in some countries, inanimate objects are gendered
in some countries, inanimate objects are buried with the dead
in some countries, inanimate objects are lovers
in some countries, inanimate objects do things that people don't
in some countries, inanimate objects are gods
in some countries, inanimate objects push and tear your life apart better than human hearts can do
in some countries, inanimate objects are gendered
in some countries, inanimate objects are buried with the dead
in some countries, inanimate objects are lovers
in some countries, inanimate objects do things that people don't
in some countries, inanimate objects are gods
in some countries, inanimate objects push and tear your life apart better than human hearts can do
14.7.12
9.7.12
8.7.12
infinite
and i like it very much
the perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky
i like it firstly because of the language, distinctly simple but not in catcher in the rye distinctly rebellious kind of way, or exaggeratedly studded with run-on sentences in the curious accident of the dog at the night time kind of way. it is really not trying to be poetic, or insurgent, or aloof, or romantic. it doesn't try to be anything, and that is exactly why i think it is great. of course the previous two books have been of a tremendous enjoyment to me as well and i cannot point my finger at them for their entertaining hyperbole considering the contexts the characters are surrounded by (e.g asperger syndrome in curious incident); but i guess perks just reinvents the whole high school mess drama. i felt like it was really an extremely honest account, moderate but never in the slight manner boring, just well-conveyed. when a high school tales like this surface i usually turn skeptical at their offering other than to reveal the dark side of teenage years some people might long to reminisce (and hence, making them instant hit) but perks definitely offers more than that.
re: language, i think this thought somehow intersects with my boyfriend's and i showed it to him and he nodded and resumed his reading:
First of all, Bill gave me a C on my To Kill a Mockingbird essay because he said that I run my sentences together. I am trying now to practice not to do that. He also said that I should use the vocabulary words that I learn in class like "corpulent" and "jaundice." I would use them here, but I really don't think they are appropriate in this format.re: perspective regarding extremities, my politics lecturer once mentioned that tv is trying to portray the extremes very much because they qualify as news. it is of course an inaccurate image of the reality because of the rule of large number: certain kinds of distribution, at any point of time, at any place, always resemble a normal curve. for example, the curve of 'number of rebellious acts done by high schooler'. a lot of people have it in the middle but the media are trying to show the shocking figures that come from a handful of extreme cases. the perks tells a story of those in the middle. i think it is necessary to have things like this for a while because no matter how great works based on extreme cases are it is good to draw close proximity with the truth. it keeps you sane and it prevents your perspectives from getting too skewed.
To tell you the truth, I don't know where they are appropriate to use. I'm not saying that you shouldn't know them. You should absolutely. But I just have never heard anyone use the words "corpulent" and "jaundice" ever in my life. That includes teachers. So, what's the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don't understand that.
i finished part 2-4 today and if it's not not boring i don't know what is not
the book consists of a series of letters dedicated to an anonymous friend, and in those the protagonist pours out all his emotions, his fits, and his accounts of the days. and certainly not in the bad way. like when he passes out he simply says that he passes out. this felt like a luxury to me because had it been written in third person i believe the event of his passing out would have been exaggerated to illustrate the serious extent of it and i would have dreaded my way through the long-winded depiction. i mean i like vivid descriptions but his letters are just refreshing. his belittling his suffering only does a reversed effect on me--it makes me think he's got something greater than mere emotional problems he barely mentions.
our protagonist charlie (i don't think that is his real name, neither do i think other characters' are, referring to charlie's first letter) is a brilliant kid, initially awkward during social circumstances (even in school); but makes his way to meet new friends. he likes to read and i like most of the books he reads too. he likes making mixtapes which i also like to do.
a lot of things he says make sense to me and here is one of my favorite quotes off the book
I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad. Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Like Sam said. Because it’s okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.i might be still telling them about china and africa but the point is it is okay to not feel okay sometimes, which should not be interpreted as a license to dwell on the bad days but just to let them pass readily
5.7.12
LEO
house of holland SS12 via heatworld, sister by sibling on asos, house of holland SS12 via yen magazine
love love HoH pre-spring '13 collection but here is a bag of massive splatters of leopard spots on sorbet/pastel hues from past seasons. on sale now! get yr hands dirty.
4.7.12
hands
Pencil drawings soak up your attention like no other kinds of drawings; maybe it's the poetically soft strokes, the intended swop of depths, or something else. I have been quite a fan of pencil drawings because everything they express seems to multiply in romanticism. Pencil drawings seem able to portray a muted reality in which colors are not allowed to lend the usual force to liven up the pictures. But this is not necessarily the case in Ileana Hunter's works. Instead of loneliness, her drawings are habituated to warmth and intimacy.
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