the way we weren't

hipsterdiet:

Going to see “the Baader Meinof Complex” at the Egyptian.

you mean the woman in the disarming leather trenchcoat/hawaiian shirt combo didn’t direct you to the proper theater? because she was all too thorough in verifying our film preference. we saw the preview for baader meinhof though, it looked goooood.

just saw this 3 1/2 hour documentary by thom andersen at the egyptian theater. the first half was incredibly brilliant, and has given me myriad new ways to look at this new city of mine. it also renewed the awe with which i was already observing the city — that is to say, for the second time. the beauty of living in los angeles is that i’ve already seen these places, these corners, these cafes, these bars, in a surrealist meta- sort of cinematic way, like the sensation of nostalgia for something you never had to begin with. 

(via tiresome)

my old flatmates in london keep torturing me with invites to parties they know i can’t attend. WAH.

It’s Time (for every surface of my apartment to emanate twinkle-light glow).

by helen dewitt

the french word for poppy is one of the prettiest combinations of sounds i’ve ever heard: coquelicot. whisper it (chuchoter, another delightful-sounding word) to yourself and watch, behind your eyelids, french children with lisps and bangs and oversized backpacks race each other across afternoon-lit fields and forests, there are picnic baskets and pungent cheeses, there are leather boots and the faraway sounds of miniature stampedes.

nathangotsch:

What happened to Joe Pesci?

yama-hama, it’s fright night.