As a rule, the critics […] are far more cultured than the people whose work they are called upon to review. This is, indeed, only what one would expect, for criticism demands infinitely more cultivation than creation does.
This book: definitely on my list.
5:00 pm • 17 June 2012 • 1 note
My heart still beats for this one.
Balenciaga F/W 2011-2012
2:30 am • 11 June 2012
I used to not celebrate my birthday at all, but now I had ONE FULL WEEK of crazy and intimate birthday celebrations, spent with some of the special-est (and not-so-special) friends and the family. Little surprises that happened this year during my week-long birthday celebration: a sweet stranger at Spadina station uttered the most sincere “Happy Birthday” I have ever heard and I have ever received from anyone; a live jazz band sang the “Happy Birthday” song to me, upon my friends’ request; and…me going dancing with the awesomest group of girls. The week-long celebration ended with a quiet sushi dinner (literally) with the family on Sunday (June 3rd).
I felt extremely grateful and happy and (insert cheesy adjectives that I don’t want to use) because for the first time ever, I felt that there are human beings who sincerely wanted to celebrate my birth/birthday with me. Also, for the first time ever, I felt satisfied because I was able to celebrate my birthday with all the people that I wanted to celebrate it with, albeit in separate days.
So now: twenty-two. Wishing it’ll be sensational.
Image taken from esse magazine.
1:28 am • 7 June 2012
I’m a generational anomaly in that I first glimpsed the erotic body not in images (Maxim, Wet Hot American Summer, nipples on Fashion Television), but in text. We did not have cable, nor were we allowed to watch movies rated so much as PG-13, and my father, swear on His Father, never once had porn in the house. But I had a library card and an imagination, and in the stacks of adult romance I’d hide and seek and read, and read and read and read, until a sneaking wetness told me I understood.
Speaking in Tongues, by SNP
I stopped being an avid visitor/reader of the website The New Inquiry, ever since I read this article about them/their club on The New York Times (personal reasons — don’t ask). However, a writer — whom I am guiltily obsessed with — wrote an essay for them recently (my favourite excerpt, above), so of course, I read it. And even though the subject of the essay is something that I am not particularly interested in, I still thoroughly enjoyed it. It’s the way this writer uses her words, I think, and the rhythm in her sentences that kept me reading. Her ideas, too (for this essay, as well as in general), are really interesting.
Go, read her stuff.
11:02 pm • 10 May 2012
“You want to have an intelligent conversation? Talk to yourself. That’s what I do.”
— From the movie Torch Song Trilogy (1988)
(Source: prosaicas, via erichcanvogue)
12:53 am • 30 April 2012 • 19 notes
This should have been published January 1st.
RESOLUTIONS [Revised Jan 10th]:
Sleep before 3 AM.
Drink more water and tea (and milk?), and less coffee/sugary drinks.
Always be on time.
Buy only the essentials (except for magazines, books, publications).
Document (take pictures, write).
Unplug from technology when not needed.
Intern, volunteer. Do more.
Quiet time: 5 minutes everyday.
Be interested in people.
Read my course readings on time.
Start essays one week before they are due.
Avoid using the word “hate.”
Type all my words and sentences properly.
Read slowly: understand every word/phrase/sentence. Don’t dismiss (writer’s) thoughts.
Create something. Anything. And actually show it to people.
6:10 pm • 6 January 2012 • 7 notes