Sunday, August 25, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Hope and Mrs. Wharton
In this horrid weather, the promise of spring:
"Between bare woods and scarcely budded hedges the great meadows looked bleak and monotonous; and only the village gardens hung out a visible promise of spring. But in the sheltered enclosure at Nohant, spring seemed much nearer; at hand already in clumps of snow-drops and violets loosening the soil, in young red leaves on the rose-standards, and the twitter of birds in heavy black-fruited ivy of the grave-yard wall."
--"Paris to Poitiers" (Edith Wharton, 1908)
"Between bare woods and scarcely budded hedges the great meadows looked bleak and monotonous; and only the village gardens hung out a visible promise of spring. But in the sheltered enclosure at Nohant, spring seemed much nearer; at hand already in clumps of snow-drops and violets loosening the soil, in young red leaves on the rose-standards, and the twitter of birds in heavy black-fruited ivy of the grave-yard wall."
--"Paris to Poitiers" (Edith Wharton, 1908)
Saturday, August 17, 2013
An ode to Eustace
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Rethinking Mr.Anderson
In hindsight I realize that "The Darjeeling Limited" is my favorite Wes Anderson work. "The Royal Tenenbaums" now only comes second. Perhaps I have started to see life not anymore from the purview of forlornness but as a spiritual journey alongside my fellows.
Also, I leave you with "Where do you go to my lovely," a haunting song from the movie.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Miss Dior
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