Thursday

Opening Ceremony

I do love skirts, dresses, and boots, especially those designed by Opening Ceremony and Proenza Schouler, as these are.

(Photos from openingceremony.us)

Wednesday

Evening film

Love and Death


I've spent the morning reading many pages in The Double, and I was reminded of this moment in one of my favorite of Woody's filmstwo of my favorite men's works combine for one bit of allusion-based humor that will be missed by those who don't read Dostoevsky.

It was Jean Cocteau who said...

Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.

Monday

Charlotte Gainsbourg

Morning and evening films


I spent the morning doing laundry, drinking coffee, and watching a surrealist French film by Luis Bunuel: a refreshing way to pass the early hours. Then, after doing my second-to-last day of internship duties, I came home to a few more unruly films. I will miss watching movies when the summer soon ends. I feel like I've earned a degree in film studies as opposed to my actual major, and I only wish to continue.

Sunday

Evening films


I was emotionally obligated to lighten the fare for tonight after what was a difficult previous evening of films. Kidnappings, the Holocaust and looming death in the form of a chess match are replaced with ridiculously bright colors, privileged people comedy and profanely sour British vocabularies.

Saturday

Evening films

Paul McCartney




Paul's nearly timeless ensembleand beardduring The Beatles' rooftop concert is ideal men's style. And the left-handed bass does not hurt. The rest of the band looks shamefully dated in comparison, except, I must admit, John manages to make sideburns and a fur work.

The Thermals

The Thermals and Carrie Brownstein equals an ideal pairing for making a music video. And I spy a Woody Allen book on Carrie's bookshelf. Goodness is overflowing here.

Friday

Morning and evening films

Hans Hofmann

It's almost as if I knew him or he was a celebrated member of the family about whom we continue to tell vibrant stories. This painting, Memoria in Aeternum (1962), is his most moving.

(Painting from moma.org)

The Raincoats

The Kinks' song, The Raincoats' crazy good cover.

Thursday

Morning and evening films

M

A morning-into-afternoon of three Criterion Collection gemsthe first a funny fact/fiction documentary about art forgers from the glorious Orson Welles, the second a brilliant study of ennui and inactivity caused by the unyielding tragedy of growing older, the third a perfect picture following a murderer who has to murderand an evening showing of Network. I could not have been more pleased.

Evening films


The films I watched Wednesday.

Evening films


My absence has not been due to a lack in film-watching. I have been watching as many films as ever, in fact. Rather, my absence was due to the Internet being down. I will be making up for my missing posts in the next few posts. This post relates the films that I watched Tuesday, the first evening of the Internet shortage, if you will. And Midnight Cowboy was by far the star of the night.

Monday

Evening films

Peter Sellers

When I love someone who is in music or film, I become obsessed, insisting on watching or listening to everything worthwhile they have ever done, Woody Allen being the premiere example of my perpetual obsession, other examples including Ben Whishaw, Mitchell and Webb, and the Marx Brothers. However, it is clear from my film log that I have grown attached to Peter Sellers, his comedic and dramatic talents that allow him to play any part, any accent with a great natural, unstrained quality.

I cannot stop watching an interview he did with Michael Parkinson. He is so lovable and charismatic without being vociferous or aggressive. And I especially adore the work he did with Stanely KubrickDr. Strangelove and Lolitaand Being There, the worthy end credits of which are above. Watch these films if you have not yet done so.

Edward Ruscha





I love his crisp aesthetic and graphic wit, with a serving of randomness as well.

(Artworks from moma.org)

Sunday

Morning and evening films


I love Peter Sellers. And I love Herb and Dorothy Vogel. I love art, and the Vogels are the ultimate, most admirable collectors of art.

Lou Reed

Saturday

Evening films


A night of French films, two Truffaut.

Landlocked Music



Yesterday I went to Landlocked Music to do some birthday shopping for Younger Finn, which I accomplished but will not be outlining here as it is possible for him to read this, and in addition bought myself a few LPs to add to the collection (Foreign Born's Person to Person and Megafaun's Gather, Form & Fly).

Evening films


More would have been watched if it were not for an unexplained power outage, which only affected my small side of the block, it seems. Maybe a two-feature night was suitable, as it turned out. Although Rachel Getting Married was a beautiful film, it was difficult to watch and not shriek or shrug or shrink with discomfort caused by their at once confessional and concealed accusatory conversations.