The Pretty One

Whenever I watch movies online, I do this thing where I screenshot every scene that is visually pleasing to me. I don't know why - I have nowhere to put them except for this blog. But alas, whatever!! Here is my collection of pretty scenes from The Pretty One, a movie starring adorable Zoe Kazan (as twins). This was a nice movie to watch, not too intense, funny at times, a little strange perhaps, but nice. And I would recommend it for these reasons, but mostly for Zoe - I think she was excellent.

inspiration: gloom & fumes, smoke haze & sunset gaze

Dream | Ergaki Mountains, Russia | Mikhail Vershinin

The two above images are photo-realistic paintings by Mike Bayne

Break of Day by Danna Ray

Cold Night, Athens, 2008 by Jim Bonzo

Claire Boucher (Grimes) in the Genesis music video

A collection of photos I've reblogged on my tumblr over the past couple of months.

Begin Again

I watched this movie last night, and LOVED it!! For many reasons. It's about music, and it's about what music means to you as an individual, and it's about choosing to do your own thing. And the music was really quite fantastic; I certainly never knew Keira Knightley could sing, but her voice is distinct and lovely. The acting was excellent as well - seriously, compare the Mark Ruffalo from, say, 13 Going On 30 to the Mark Ruffalo in this movie. Same actor, completely different characters, and that's what I love about good acting. I love this movie, and the soundtrack, and I'm sure you will, too.

Also, major style inspiration from Keira Knightley.

gloomy mood

Here's a collection of gloomy photos I've reblogged on my tumblr recently; by nature I'm often in a gloomy mood, therefore I'm quite fond of gloomy, foggy, misty, rainy, grey sort of weather. Don't get me wrong, there's almost nothing I love more than endless sunny summer days, but I can't relate to any weather the way I can relate to a gloomy day.

The day brings an endless rain.

Warm winds

howl through my hair,

sailing drops

sting my skin

but I stroll    so    slowly,

black boots on black pavement -

the rain is a reflection of the raging discomfort

that lives in my chest, in my lungs, in the lining of my gut

and it seems a disloyalty

to sit in the shelter of my car

when I have not had such a friend

who related to me so accurately/

                                  dramatically/

                                  passionately

I was excited to find this photo pop up on my dash. I recognized it immediately -- I tore it out of a National Geographic magazine four years ago and drew it during class.