Memories from childhood: the amazing sugar domino effect
Some things etch themselves into your memory when you’re 6 years old. Like an ad with sugar cubes as far as the eye can see.
What are you looking at?
Me: Tell me what this is.
Christian: Easy, that’s Hitler.
Me: No! It’s a French man with a béret!
Christian: No way, that’s Hitler. See the moustache and the hair?
Please weigh in on this: I much prefer my interpretation, which is supported by the page I originally found it on.
Ludivine Sagnier is adorable
I don’t like François Ozon, but I forgive him for parts of 8 Femmes – particularly giving Ludivine Sagnier a platform for shaking her booty to a cheesy-yet-excellent 1960s French pop song.
This video was shot when the movie came out and shows her rehearsing her dance moves in front of her tv. Adorable I say.
Awe, awe, awe
I am not often lost for words (ask my husband). But when I first laid eyes on Lauren Farmer’s photographs that is exactly what happened. In fact, I didn’t say a word for a solid hour, that I spent blissfully looking through every single photo on her website. Then I spotted her blog: more photos. More silence. More clicking through her archives. I caught my breath around February 2010, and at that point squeaked out a ‘Oh my god, she is freaking cool!’. Not exactly doing her and her work justice, but a heartfelt sentiment born from sheer utter photographic awe.
The next day I had to go back to look again. And the day after that to look some more. The more I looked, the more I kept on wishing I’d taken every photo I saw. How is it that this girl can point her camera and make us see something beautiful, compelling, arresting, candid, disarming even, time after time after time? She makes it seem so… effortless.
And then I realised that actually, I was glad I hadn’t taken her pictures myself. Because if I had I’d probably be smug as hell about my talents right now (wouldn’t you be?). Instead I am inspired. And I can’t thank her enough for that.
See for yourself and visit Lauren here – she really is freaking cool (and read her blog, which is called ‘That’s what she said’ – why didn’t I think of that??).
Also visit-worthy: the pretty lady from the first image whose name is Lauren Zettler and who makes music. And the lovely man from the fourth picture, Rey Villalobos – also makes music aside from being photogenic in desolate surroundings.
Happiness is… rain today as opposed to yesterday
I’m grateful: it stings a little bit to have my birthday in winter in Melbourne, but at least it was a clear winter day.
Today however, oh boy. And it was definitely not a good idea to wear denim shorts with stockings.
(Image from here – and have you seen what rain drops look like as they fall?).
Happiness is… a father daughter tradition
Every year on my birthday I receive an email from my father, and every year the subject line is simply a number.
Today was no different and he didn’t deviate from our tradition. The subject line said ’31′.
Last year I was also graced by a phone call, since I suppose turning 30 called for a bit more pomp in his mind.
Merci Papa. I love my dad.
(Image from here).
Happiness is… Coen brothers movies
Watched late at night snuggled into a puppy pile.
(So far: The Big Lebowski, Fargo, Raising Arizona, and maybe my favourite: The Ladykillers).
Hardship and the necessity of hope
My little family has been going through some tough times lately. Whilst I prefer to learn and change through curiosity and (hopefully not always brutal) introspection, at the moment I’m doing it through meditating on loss, hard choices, heart-melting unforgettable and unconditional love (with some sleepless nights thrown in).
I’ve learnt by now I am not a pessimist, and prefer hope over hopelessness. So I am going to put my optimism to good use and will write about things that make me happy. Starting now…
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