16.3.14

Blue is the Warmest Color

Last night, I made a massive pot of ginger tea (totally unpretentious), created the biggest and baddest of blanket forts (four blankets, four pillows, one girl), and settled in with Netflix, specifically, Blue is the Warmest Color, a French film starring Lea Seydoux and Adele Exarchopoulos. Sure, said friend had told me it would be intense, but that didn't stop me from watching it alone on a Saturday night. Lo and behold, three hours later, yes, it's three hours long, I was sitting upright in my dark room, paralyzed and lonely and afraid of losing everyone/everthing that I love. 

I know that sounds super overdramatic, but anyone who knows me at all, knows that there is only one thing that can make me cry or feel intense emotion during a movie, and that thing is watching people feel or be lonely. In the film, and I won't give anything away, but as with anything profiling the details and ultimate evolution of a relationship, loneliness exists. This is a fact that I actually kinda learned on my own this year, but that this film solidified. Sure, there's physical loneliness which can obviously be helped by being with another person, but real loneliness is something that people carry in the deepest part of themselves, that to an extent will always be there. A thing that proximity to another human can't really do anything about.  


As far as the film goes, of course it also contains the brightest parts of being a human being in a relationship, but what I'm trying to get at is that it doesn't hesitate to crush that and show how unsubstantial it can all be as well. What I took away from it was the sentiment that often we try desperately to fill ourselves with other people, when in the end that just creates larger spaces. I often struggle with trying to say exactly what I mean, but for once, I think I summed it up pretty clearly. I wasn't really planning on making this a "review", I just wanted to share what this movie made me think about, but it is worth mentioning that it's also a beautiful (albeit very graphic) film, and completely worth your time. 

Also, learning new French curse words is always fun. 

10.3.14

Writing about Writing (part 1, I think)

me being moody "af" feat webcam

I know it's been awhile, but as usual, I continue to struggle with how much I'm willing to share on here, and what it is that I want to write about at all. There's something so impersonal and disconnected about shooting my words out into the depths of the internet, things that feel and seem important but are quickly relegated to just a few words among the billions that exist out there. However profound they may be, there are probably others that are more profound. Like yelling the meaning of life at a distant galaxy, where in-between those two points there are an infinite amount of other, equally valid meanings.

Anyways, as I start to emerge from the cold dungeon that is Junior year of high school and can think actively about more than the ACT's and precalculus, about a thousand other projects and ideas have started to come into play, some involving this blog, some not. As usual, I'm worried that if I begin to share poems I write or excerpts from the short story I'm in the process of writing, it'll get stolen and uncredited. Also, baring your original thoughts and idea (and soul) to whatever lurks in the bowels of the internet is pretty fucking terrifying. So, yeah.

Regardless, figuring out what to talk about on here is hard. Sometimes I feel that everything I say is contrived and shallow and lacks any and all depth. My refusal to just write stems from my own monstrous case of self-doubt and I am aware of that. Doubt that readers will think all the things I worry are true about myself, that I'm shallow, and contrived, and boring, and maybe even ego-centric though I devote so much time trying not to be. But this is the plight of the writer, isn't it? If you're writing true, you'll inherently end up creating a reflection of yourself in your writing, a reflection that shows the good and the bad, which equates to, you know, being human.

This year has been the year where I've embraced my desire, no, need to write. I've learned a lot of useless shit about writing (using curses tastefully is a stylistic choice, not a sign of weak vocabulary. try not to use exclamation points too often. vary your sentence structure. blah blah) but I've also learned some things, or rather, a thing, that has changed the way I think about writing and myself as a whole. For the longest time I think I was trying to hide from myself in my own writing. I wasn't producing anything good, it all seemed fake and forced, think playing hide and seek in a mirror-walled room, and to tell you the truth it was wholly unsatisfying. Accepting the sentiment that I as an individual will be present in my work is hard. Shrouding myself in words isn't genuine and doesn't ever create genuine writing. I know now that if I want to create, really create, it has to come from a place deep within my mind, and must be able to expand freely with no reservations.

2.2.14

the overalls





These overalls are the best. They have a stain which you can’t see because I folded the cuff over it, but it looks like dried blood. However, it isn’t dried blood. It’s raspberry gelato. My friend and I had just gotten cones with “une boule de glace” on them and decided to have a race up the huge steps to Sacre Coeur. It was night and warm and windy and smelled like a mixture of the dust that filters through the air in Paris during the summer months and burning sugar. We flew up the stairs with the gelato dripping the whole way up. When we got to the top we just stood there laughing at the red stains on the front of my overalls. My entire cone had practically emptied onto them. We sat down on a bench overlooking the entire city as one does at Montmartre and shared her cone. Though I have mixed feelings about Paris, I sometimes long so much for the moments that I had while I was there. 

21.1.14

rookie time




To be honest I actually really like the amateur feeling photo booth pictures give off. I could dream about acquiring the photographic prowess of 4th and Bleeker for ages, but isn't it important to have not just the subject, but also quality of pictures represent the platform truly? If a blog is just an online projection of one's self, then yeah, it should be kind of amateur looking, I'm still an amateur at most things I do...I'm only seventeen! Regardless of the fact that I have haven't gotten my act together to invest in a tripod and a remote yet, the gritty look is still cool. Very mid-00's Myspace of me. Even though I never had a Myspace. You know, I was like, twelve, when that was a "thing"...

3.1.14

Because New Year's resolutions are decidedly bullshit (I'm telling you right now not to make any), and the void in your brain that is desperate for some sort of change is still hungry, I am about to present to you a certain number of solutions (I haven't thought of them yet and plan to make them up as I go along so I don't know how many there will be) to keep you from being bored. And boring.

1. Doing something stupid is, in fact, an official name for an activity. Though it varies from person to person (and their baseline stupidity level), it is important to take into consideration that this is about pushing yourself. For me, "stupid" never gets me too far because I've got too much common sense and tend to be overly cautious. Just remember drugs are bad, kids. Things that are fun and stupid and won't get you killed include buying ice cream cakes and delivering them to the homes of unsuspecting randoms or friends, running around in the dark with no flashlight, going to a diner past midnight for no reason, and going stair-sledding. The more childish the better.

2. Haircuts! Okay, this is a cliche one, I know, but looking different does make you feel different. Sometimes doing things with a different feeling makes a different. Maybe vibe is more the word I'm looking for. Yes, changing the vibe of your daily life through a small and unbinding physical change. Victory. (ps- more on this later)

3. If you can't bring yourself to do something stupid or put a little change in your life then read about people who do. I promise you a good book will solve 99% of your problems. Right now I'm reading 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami and I would also recommend Volume 1 of interviews collected from The Paris Review. It has interviews with T.S. Eliot, Didion, Hemingway, and tons of other intelligent and inspiring writers about their work. I've also heard that Alexa Chung's book, It, is stunning.

4. This isn't necessarily exciting or inspiring, but I have been realizing how important it is to document things. Whether you are the photo type or the word type or feel most comfortable with some other medium looking back on things is always strange in a way I can't describe and gives me a tingly feeling. I reread things I've written a long time ago every now and then and think that I am reading the thoughts of another person. Essentially if you keep updating, you are providing fun for your future self, which is pretty neat.

I can't think of anything else for now, but I think those four should leave you with somewhere to start. There is a possibility of weird photo booth photos gone wrong to come later in the day or maybe tomorrow. It is ten degrees Fahrenheit outside and the chill is seeping in a bit so I'm going to put on another sweater. Happy New Year.

27.12.13

break

group shot from Charlotte's holiday party
(taken with my new polaroid camera! I'm on the bottom second from left)

nice light

more nice light

me
(taken by Isabel)
So far, this break has been filled with lots of friends and cold weather and warm sweaters. I have to finish a poem I've been working on for a young artists and writers competition, but aside from that, having no major responsibilities feels pretty great. I hope everyone has been having a fantastic winter holiday and has spectacular New Years plans awaiting them.

love
H

4.12.13

cy twombly



Like most other artists I know, I discovered the work of Cy Twombly through the great congregation of virtual stuff that is tumblr. His drawings and paintings are beautifully texturized and interesting to look at on their own, but what really makes it all interesting to me is that he drew from one inspiration for essentially his entire career. Twombly was ever inspired by the Mediterranean classical culture (the Greeks and Romans etc.) as well as the great epic poems that arose from it.
Aside from the art itself though, you have to give Twombly extra cred because it's nearly impossible to associate him with any of the specific major art movements that happened during the twentieth century, which is pretty cool if you ask me.

images via tumblr