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Great Look.

Parker Posey in Broken English

I love everything on her head. And is that a raincloud necklace? Sure. I'll take one. If not, I'll make one.

70'sFilm

If you don't know that the 70's are back by now, you must not get out much. Even people in Erie are embracing those iconic 70's threads...oh. Never mind. They just haven't changed their style in thirty-five years. Anyways, I've decided to celebrate this marvelous decade's revival by watching all the greatest films from the era. In preparation, I suggest watching the documentary A Decade Under the Influence. It's AMAZING. It really makes you appreciate the art that came out of a decade which is so often dismissed with thoughts of bell bottoms and disco balls. The blockbuster studios were at once pushed aside by a new brand of unconventional, offbeat and creative pictures. It was a wonderful win for the avant garde who seized the attention of the rapidly evolving American audience. Alas, with the dawn of the 80's, blockbusters once again took hold and there has yet to be such a beautiful rebirth of the vanguard in mainstream culture since. But one can always hope, and after all, at least we can relive each moment, one film at a time.

I've seen pink. Must see blue. May re-watch some pink.
I'll let you know how they are.

-The Deer Hunter  
-Taxi Driver
-The Panic in Needle Park
-Midnight Cowboy (even those it's from '69, it's got a 70's vibe)
-Amarcord
-Straw Dogs
-Chinatown
-Marathon Man
-Kramer v Kramer 
-The Last Picture Show
-Dog Day Afternoon
-American Graffiti
-The Conversation
-Annie Hall
-The Landlord
-Seven Beauties
-Cabaret
-The Godfather I&II
-The Man Who Fell to Earth
-The Goodbye Girl
-Harold and Maude
-Scenes from a Marriage
-One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

My LifeSource

I eat these apples everyday. Twice a day. I just double boil 16 chocolate chips (the Godiva kind. They're more fance) for just as long as it takes me to slice an apple super thin. I use 16 because it's an even number. AND 16 is not just an even number, but an upgraded even number. See, I actually prefer odd numbers but I only eat even numbers of things because I like them to have a partner to go through the whole digestive process with. I mean, I'd be scared if I had to deal with that. I'd feel better if I had a friend. And two 8's are 16 so not only do all the chips have partners, but even the partners have partners! Anyway, then I just scrape the chocolate into a bag and cut the corner and squeeze it on the apples. So, so good. Apples all day.

vintage hoffman. OHyes.

There are very few things I love more than watching pre-90's Dustin Hoffman films. He is everything you could ever want in a guy, even when he's dressed up like a girl. Each decade, he's had his landmark films. Everyone remembers him from The Graduate and Midnight Cowboy. They watched him in Kramer v. Kramer and as a drag queen that could give Tim Curry a run for his money in Tootsie. Even ten year old's would recognize him from those two unfortunate sequel films which I don't feel like discussing. But I would like to bring one of his lesser known films into the spotlight, Marathon Man (1976). Although the synopsis didn't do much for me, I agreed to watch it because one, I'm a sucker for anything aesthetically 70's and two, uh Dustin Hoffman. Duh.
Quick summary: Hoffman plays a Columbia grad student whose brother, played by Roy Scheider, works for the government and is currently tracking Lawrence Olivier who plays a Nazi trying to steal a shitload of diamonds. One thing leads to another and Dustin gets all caught up in it....
...Anyways, when this movie began, I expected that I would just sit around and bask in the simple joys of 1970's New York City grime, Dustin's perfect little running shorts and tight blue sweatshirt, and some good old fashioned Nazi hating. But instead, I was glued to the tv by a plot that wouldn't quit. Every time you thought you got it, something would throw you off again. As the film progressed, the dialogue dwindled and was replaced by an outstanding soundtrack that carried it through to its perfect conclusion. When it ended, all I could say was wow, that was randomly amazing. Who knew? This is in no means intended to be a review, but instead an acknowledgment of a great masterpiece that I think EVERYONE needs to go see, hence my vague-ness. (Side Note: It's on instant view on Netflix right now!!!)
I will now end this entry with a line that had to of exceeded the corny line by so far that it looped around and can be considered ironically cool, "It is definitely 'safe' to say that this movie won't let you down." (Watch the movie, you'll get it)
Regardless, vintage Hoffman at his finest :)
Also, you get to see his butt.

ItalianTime.

If you want to be cool, you will go to this website and buy all their watches ---> http://oclock.bigcartel.com
They straight up look like Mr. Bill for your wrist. Does that equate? Well it does in my mind.

From O Clock Products $36

SummerNights&BeachDrives.

Summer Sam w/ bff Tig. Lovin' freeze-pops since 1991ish?

There's nothing quite like a summer drive home from the shore. As you coast down the parkway, a light sense of serenity seems to gently drape itself over the car. It kind of feels like that first night where you only sleep with the sheet and ditch the comforter. It doesn't take long before this calm envelopes the entire car and all of its occupants in a tranquility that can only be achieved by that false sense of an endless summer. The summer vacation kind. No work, no school, no care. Just freeze-pops. Preferably the pink or blue kind. They don't need to be jumbo, they could be regular sized. In fact I prefer regular size. Less excessive. More nostalgic...anyways...the night seems full of possibilities, like it could go on forever, like you just want to keep driving and never reach the city. Even the rest stops seem glamorous. With stiff salty hair and red cheeks, you recline your chair, crack the window and relax. There is no need to talk to your fellow passengers. All that needs to be said can wait till a more real time. No words will be necessary in making this rule known to your fellow travelers. They just know. And when you go to turn on your ipod, you better not ruin this magical mood. It's in times like these where I always go for Nicole Atkins. She is the shore. I like to think she was born in the sand. Just popped out one day and started singing about mermaids. Even though I don't think she ever did sing about mermaids. One of her songs is called Neptune City and I think it just makes me think of a merman. But regardless...although she just released a new album, with some great jams, I prefer her old one for this drive. Nothing says summer like Brooklyn's on fire. Well wasn't that a rhyme for the ages? Oh wait, it doesn't really rhyme.. But in the end, I'm a sucker for the original and personally, nothing can do this night justice like Maybe Tonight can. It just screams intrigue and romance coupled with a haunting melody that makes the night seem eternal. So even though it's April, and it's snow storming in Erie, I can't help but sit in my blanket and listen to the sounds of what's to come. So grab your freeze-pops, have a listen and join me in my lovely daydream.

This Is How I Feel...

....about needing winter to end. I'm CRAWLING out of my 2ndSKIN.

Flickr Photo by Kristie Muller