Sunday, January 10, 2010

Understanding Sylvia

Death is all over Sylvia Plath's journals. I can relate to her lamentations, to her many grievances and desires, and because of this I am frightened. I am frightened because I know what ultimately became of the great poet. You're not alone in your loneliness, Sylvia. Not at all.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

The Chandelier

The chandelier had been waiting for us for a week now. When we finally dropped by the antique shop this afternoon, its sockets have been altered to accommodate energy-saving light bulbs, and its crystal drops have been stripped of several layers of dust. It glistened in the daylight. My heart surged with excitement; I could already picture it hanging from our ceiling, luminous, sparkling.

A bigger antique shop recommended by Ice's colleague was just a few blocks away. On our way home, we decided to take a look. We looked at chandeliers. We asked how much the nicer ones cost, and then, whenever a saleslady replied, we would furtively throw each other smiles of victory-- our chandelier's a steal. "I could give you a discount," they would hastily say as we started to walk away. "Thank you very much, but no. We're just looking."

I have to say, I never enjoyed window-shopping more.

:)

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

I see failure in the horizon. :'(

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Audrey, Edie, and Orson


Promotional still for Sabrina

1. Audrey Hepburn was an artist-- and I'm not talking about her movies. The lady painted really well. Her watercolors from when she was little are just amazing. You must see them. Also, before she became an actress, she was an accomplished ballerina. She was too tall to become a prima ballerina, though. But you probably know that story already. What I am certain you do not know is someone who is more beautiful and talented than our fair lady.


Vogue, 1965


2. Edie Sedgwick was also a ballerina. Back when Sedgwick was just on the verge of becoming America's it girl, Diana Vreeland and her infallible eye for the beautiful and trendy-to-be featured her in Vogue. The article had photos of her wearing those famous black tights, and being flexible, and looking fabulous. She was also quite the sculptor, you know. She once made a life-sized sculpture of a horse (she was also an equestrienne). She took an insanely long time to finish it (or did she even finish it?), because she was never quite satisfied with her handicraft. Psychologists say her obsession with the horse may be attributed to some very intense father issues.


Promotional still for Citizen Kane


3. Orson Welles, the lead actor, writer, producer, and director of the greatest Hollywood film of all time, read a book a day throughout his life. No wonder he was such a genius. When screen goddess Rita Hayworth finally divorced him after five years of marriage, her reason was, "I could not take his genius anymore." Wells also once said that he never prayed. He did not want to bore God.