On Paris…
“He did the next best thing, which was to turn and stare out the window.
Here, momentarily things improved. The window gave onto a view of dove-gray roofs and balconies, each one containing the same cracked flowerpot and sleeping feline. It was as if the entire city of Paris had agreed to abide by a single understated taste. Each neighbor was doing his or her own to keep up standards, which was difficult because the French ideal wasn’t clearly delineated like the neatness and greenness of American lawns, but more of a picturesque disrepair. It took courage to let things fall apart so beautifully”
Jeffrey Eugenides in The Marriage Plot
THIS IS MUH TOWN!
And while the vid has a major ‘Hey bro, let’s make a music video!’ vibe, it’s nice seeing little bits and pieces of the MSP-annnnnnnnd let’s just all give a big hooray to the album release today so I can chill out on the constant Spotify-ing.
If anyone’s wondering why I’m single, this is exactly why.
Also that Cheez-It photo from the other night. That keeps the men away pretty effectively.
EDIT: I lost a follower after this post! It was most likely a single, straight man, which further proves my point.
Last summer, Sean and I took a hike through the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi and as we made our way through a prairie overflowing with wildflowers and butterflies, a familiar tune carried on the breeze.
Epona’s song.
Confused and elated, with visions of the lon lon ranch swimming through my head; an irrationally large part of me expected Epona herself to faithfully ride up as she always did. (After you strategically won her due to diligently timed carrot distribution while fence jump racing that nasty ranch hand, duh)
But alas, it was just a dude. On a rock. Alone. In a grove. Jamming out to the classics. I wish I had the foresight to get his digits or at least his Zelda account name for you, Elle, so we could have checked for compatibility.
I myself might have tried to snatch him up were it not for the bf (J/K DOCTORELAM!), who consequently doesn’t know a thing about Zelda, and isn’t allowed to judge me because he has his things too. I mean, he knows the name, pronunciation, nationality and basically life story of any and every model who’s walked in a major runway show…and I know that it’s a sham to buy deku nuts from one of those scrubs in the secret tunnels you absentmindedly find when you go on a Link rage and slice up a plot of plants. To each their own, I ‘spose.
Moral of the story, I GET U GIRL.
Blast from the past.
Marc Jacobs for Vogue shot by Annie Leibovitz
Anyone else getting a serious Abe Lincoln vibe from this photo?
Eh? Eh?
I have neither the tools nor the woodworking skill to build this, but somehow I will create one of these this winter.
Oh Parents!
I’m your father not your friend.
Dad, on having a facebook and not accepting my sister’s friend request.
