it's hard to have peace when you've lost all your heroes

Future of What, Back To The City

hi. currently fangirling about Frances Ha, the work of Pablo Neruda, and the impending Twin Peaks revival. but mostly just stressed from exams and also... tired, of expending so much vulnerability and effort and not getting anything in return. I don't think it's wrong for me to demand some in return. right?

 

Kentridge pin. attended a talk by him not long ago at Love Books, which I still catch myself thinking about / being inspired by.

shot this at dusk. you know when you see things and lyrics kind of float up to your head? "Our heads are just houses / without enough windows."

 (insert obligatory Twin Peaks reference)

Frances Ha (2013) on Vimeo. fuck. this film is my everything right now. after my friend watched it, he came up with the bestest bestest observation: "there's a little bit of Frances Ha in all of us."

love,

Zahra

and not float around this earth like a ghost

"How would you ask someone how his journey was?"

Hi. It's been a long time since we've last talked. A lot of things have happened since then - The Grand Budapest Hotel came out, and Lauren Beukes published a new book, and Beyoncé made everyone freak out that one time. [I say that with the nonchalance of someone who most definitely did freak out.]

I'm someone who will commit to a diary every new year, and abandon it by January 2nd, only to make periodical returns when something is happening in my life that is so overwhelming that I find no other way to deal with it than by writing about it. Thinking it out with words that I can't say aloud. (A lot like Sumire, from Murakami's Sputnik Sweetheart. Did I mention that I finally started reading Murakami?)
I think Blogger is a lot like a diary. One shouldn't stick to posting rituals, or entry rituals, because then you're serving it, not yourself. You should be able to return to both, guilt free, when you need to most. And that's what I'm doing.

I re-watched Richard Ayoade's The Double today and it was as perfect as it was the first time. Based upon Dostoevsky's short story of the same name, it is another cinematic masterpiece from Ayoade - featuring this glorious cobalt blue/burnt sienna palette and fantastic performances from Jesse Eisenberg and Mia Wasikowska.

As with Submarine, it's the deliberate little details of The Double that make you fall in love with it; the minuscule movements that make the characters comfortingly real - from Simon's tell-tale Adam's apple showing him swallowing his words, to Hannah's tucking of her hair behind her ear, to the above screenshot.

Go watch it if you haven't.

Love always,
Zahra

and i still belong to no one else

Mazzy Star, Halah

comforting manatee

god bless the sea cows

it felt like you were in a Bruce Springsteen song

all images are copyright of Joe Maloney, who said, "“it felt like you were inside a Bruce Springsteen song" on being on the Jersey Shore during the late seventies and early eighties. captured below are carnival rides on the boardwalk, bikini-clad teenagers, and landscapes brimming with saturated hues and glowing lights. 

Blue Fence (1980)

 Casino (1980)

Girl in Cab (1980)

Reaching (1980)

Stocky (1980)

Sugar Ray Empress Match (1980)

Tall Couple (1980)

Girl With Stuffed Animals (1980)

Two Girls (1980)

Palace Amusements (1980)