Volver

I am right now revisiting a film I've not seen since the theatre. Prior to seeing Volver I actually had never been terribly impressed with Penélope Cruz. However, after the scene when she was lying in bed with the camera looking over her, I fell completely in love. Director Pedro Almodóvar is also clearly enamored of her and it is apparent by how luminous she appears in every frame of this film.

The first third of the movie sucks you in with its Hitchcockian/film noir plot but then moves into a ghost story of sorts, then finally it settles on family, sisterhood, mothers and daughters and the fierce love that bonds these glorious women together. It's most definitely one of my favourite Almodóvar films and absolutely one of his finest achievements.

Where Has She Gone???

It's been forever and a day since the world has had a new post from Brown Turtleneck Sweater and I fear her reign may be over for good. But I do so love to look back at her pages for inspiration...

René Magritte

Ah, Magritte. I have always loved his paintings and the odd perspective he seemed to have on this humble little world of ours. One painting in particular that springs to mind is of the boots that half way down transform into feet. However, my favourite is the portrait of the nude woman at the window whose flesh blends into the blue clouded sky behind her. No matter how you cut it, his work is consistently astonishingly pleasing to one's eye.

 

L'Empire des Lumières - The Empire of Light 

Samaire Armstrong

I first noticed Ms. Armstrong in the last handful of eps for Freaks & Geeks, followed by her portrayal of Ari's assistant on Entourage, and finally I became smitten with her in season 1 of The OC. Anna Stern had the fashion sense and sassy hair style that I myself desperately desire. Her character was intelligent and sweet natured, therefore winning over the audience that she soon left heart broken in The Goodbye Girl episode.

Dried Floral Arrangements

Over the weekend I was visiting with my best friend, Amy, and her husband. In their sitting room is a clear vase filled with small pebbles which hold several tree branches. Recently Don had dried out some flowers from their garden and attached the buds to the ends of the branches. I was instantly reminded of Patrick Stewart's line about Martha Stewart from the movie Jeffrey: "She writes picture books about gracious living. Martha says that nothing else matters if you can do a nice dried floral arrangement. I worship her!" I also love the dried long stem roses that were tucked away in a corner behind a bright green plant. Move aside Martha...

Gregory Kieth

It was instant attraction from the moment I caught a glimpse of those delicious juice box lips of his. Trey on Logo's Noah's Arc was clearly my favourite character and the most intensely beautiful man on the show - and that is truly saying something. That luxurious voice, those light eyes and chiseled jawline...what's not to love and admire?
 

A Hard, Steady Rainfall

It isn't hard to find strange beauty in South Jersey. Out on a smoke break at my old job I was fascinated by the rain on the concrete that was strewn with cigarette butts. (none of which were mine b/c i use the cigarette receptacle like a good green girl) Years later I'm still a bit baffled as to why I would have my camera available for this photo op...Whatever, I like it.

Clea DuVall

Remarkably talented and ridiculously attractive (the beautiful brown eyes, those freckles!!), Clea DuVall is one of the industry's greatest treasures. I, like so many others, have admired her since her wonderful performance in But I'm a Cheerleader. Since then she has continued to create a legacy of films to be proud of, and although a few of them I wasn't crazy about, her dedication to her craft is evident in every role.

(I snagged the pic from afterellen.com's forum. I have no clue who the photographer is, but it's a stunner.)

Looking Up

The Verrazano Bridge - Staten Island, New York

When Xavier texts me movie lines.

My little brother and I are, and have always been, total movie junkies. From time to time we will text one another lines from films. Here are some of the ones that I saved:

~This cow got in to an onion patch.
~I'll never be big enug to pull anything but silly old boxcars...
~Hey Russell, what'd you do to my mama?! Hey pull over Russell. Ooooo! I'm gonna nail you, I'm gettin' bugged now, woah man!
~...they love their mothers, boy, oh they love their mothers. My Irish mother this and oh my Irish mother. And Ireland must be Heaven cause my mother came from there...
~Coffey looks and he sees Russians.
~That's one medal the men will have to accept posthumously.
~Smells like they're cookin' a goddamn cat over there...
~I'm eating scrambled eggs with a comb out of a shoe!

I found a girl under a tree.

I delight in films with small insignificant moments that are so true to actual life that you forget you are a voyeur and feel as though you are a part of the process. Moments like in the Showtime series, Dexter where Dexter and Rita talk while stretched out on the sofa and massage one another's feet. The awkward, delicate kiss at the doorway in Dear Frankie that somehow raises the temperature in the room a good 12 degrees. The moment when Lucy meets Monsieur Guillaume in Stealing Beauty and leaves the uncomfortable meeting with a wave and the sincerest of all smiles. In Love Affair when Irene Dunne believes Charles Boyer to have spoken when he had not and asks, "Whaddya say?" I'm certain there are a slew more that I could reference, but these were some of my faves.

A Much Needed Chuckle

Not long ago I was driving home and feeling all kinds of blue. Earlier in the day I had noticed a sad little pillow tossed on the side of the road. On my way back home, I saw that someone had picked it up and placed it on a nearby tree stump, thus creating a comfy seat that made my blues disappear and had me laughing out loud. I took a picture of it and it still cracks me up.

Affordable Extravagance

Several years ago a friend of mine was attending Moore College of Art & Design in Philadelphia. One afternoon I was parked outside waiting for her class to let out when I noticed a young man in the window. He was diligently painting at least a hundred canvases at once. His name? Steve Keene.

Later at her apartment, I saw that Rachel had purchased one of the pieces he had done at Moore; it was of the skyline of Philly. Recently I looked him up online and for thirty bucks, and that includes shipping, I received eleven paintings. Beautiful art at a price that the everyman can afford plus delivered to your doorstep. I have such an immense respect for an artist who is of the people as well as for the people.

(This piece hangs beside my reading chair and I took a quick snapshot of it, so mea culpa for the crumminess of the photo.)

Inspiration

It was a crisp and spicy morning in early October. The lilacs and laburnums, lit with the glory fires of autumn, hung burning and flashing in the upper air, a fairy bridge provided by kind Nature for the wingless wild things that have their homes in the tree-tops and would visit together; the larch and the pomegranate flung their purple and yellow flames in brilliant broad splashes along the slanting sweep of the woodland; the sensuous fragrance of innumerable deciduous flowers rose upon the swooning atmosphere; far in the empty sky a solitary esophagus slept upon motionless wing; everywhere brooded stillness, serenity, and the peace of God.

~Mark Twain from "Double-Barreled Detective Story"

The Dark Forest - Pilot

The first official broadcast of the best radio program ever to exist occurred on April 14th of 2005. The DJ, Rickster Rick. The Station, unknown. I have in my possession all 23 broadcasts on compact disc and aside from possibly Rickster Rick himself, I believe that I am the only other person to own The Dark Forest catalogue.

April 14th's broadcast was a Special that heavily featured Lou Reed, especially his album "The Raven." That evening's Dark Forest also spun tracks by The Kaiser Chiefs, Lene Lovich, Nick Drake, Sufjan Stevens, and Eartha Kitt, to name a few. My favourite song from that night was Tears for Fears' "When In Love With a Blind Man." I had never heard it before and instantly loved it. Commercial breaks were brought to us by Jean's West and 501 Pacific, on the corner of Pacific and Montgomery in San Francisco. It's the leader of men's and women's fashions in the Bay Area. Who knew?

Rickster Rick has, for the moment, ceased spinning those phonograph records for his adoring listeners, but something tells me that the airwaves will someday soon be blessed with that soulful, liquid caramel voice of his. For the moment, I will continue to listen to past recordings from The Dark Forest and from time to time, give you, dear readers, a glimpse of just what you all are missing. Come back to the five and dime, Rickster Rick, Rickser Rick...
(photograph of lou reed by julian schnabel)

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Notes From A Heart Shaped Box

Several years ago my cousin who is my other half, my kindred spirit, my doppelgänger, gave to me a heart shaped box. It is home to dozens of scraps of paper on which is written the things that I hold dear; the things that make me truly happy. As I opened it today the one on top reads: me emma + stevie wonder.

Happiness Is...

...swinging on swingsets at the playground with really, really good friends.
(Melissa took this pic of me & Joy in Plainsboro, NJ on June 16, 2007 ---we ♥ Joy!!)

Diner Days

Growing up in South Jersey, diners were a part of my existence from the very beginning. It followed me through my years in high school and college when cash was short and the local greasy spoon was all me and my crew could afford. South Jersey diners like Ponzio's, The Pallas, Sage, Medport, Olga's, Crystal Lake, Marlton, and Country Club helped shape my love of pancakes at 2am. Oh, but I would be remiss in not mentioning my very first diner experience at The Aramingo Diner in Port Richmond, Philadelphia with my godmother. If memory serves, she allowed me to order hot chocolate with tons of whipped cream just as the sun was coming up. Aunt Regina was the sort of godmother that let you get away with all the things your parents felt was inappropriate. It's what endeared her to me. I wait with bated breath for my next chance to enjoy a black and white shake, grilled cheese on rye with tomato and a huge side of fries. Mmm...

Inspiration in the form of...

films - Diner, Pulp Fiction, and Untamed Heart

music - Greasy Spoon by The Crusaders, The Waitresses, Tom Waits' Nighthawks at the Diner album, Tom's Diner by Suzanne Vega

art - Edward Hopper's Nighthawks
television - Seinfeld and 90210

(photo of Olga's Diner by Pax Romano)

5th Street - Philadelphia

A moment I look forward to most when visiting The City of Brotherly Love is coming off the Ben Franklin, making that sharp right onto 5th, then curving around and heading down this lovely bumpy road (New Street, to be precise) leading to 4th Street. Once on my way to a friend's place, I hung my camera out the window and snapped this photo. It's one of my favourite spots in my city.