Not here, nor there.

The Art Teacher

I've never really been a Rufus Wainwright fan, probably because I haven't thoroughly investigated his work. I love his cover of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah," but other than that I have a very limited scope on his work. Today I saw that my friend posted this song on his tumblr (I have one myself) and I fell hard and fast. There's something to be said about fantasy relationships between teacher and student. I myself have yet to fantasize about any of my professors, but then again, most of them are female. I suppose I fantasize about the fantasy itself. In any case, this is a lovely song that may see me looking into a broader scope of Mr. Wainwright's work.

Child, the living's easy.

It only seems right to post a Summertime look as a downpour ensues outside. I suppose this was me mixing a bit of Seventies soul with a touch of the hippie side of the era. I don't mean to be sentimental about the Summer or a forgiving schedule that doesn't keep me away from all the things that I love, but this post has been a long time coming. And the scatterbrained thoughts stop here... sort of.

(silence + noise top, [BLANK] jeans, Jeffrey Campbell shoes, thrifted (probably fake) Hermes Scarf, vintage bag)
I've been listening to a lot of Janis Joplin over the past couple of months, but I can't remember if this was at all influenced by her style or not. With the excessive jewelry especially, it wouldn't be completely surprising. In any case, she's incredible on multiple levels (as if it needs to be said).

Now I'm going to brave the rain to stop by the library. Happy 11-11-11!

I'm not dead. Promise.

It's hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake him off.

Fall has finally arrive and homework is slowly piling up. I'm far behind on any Spring/Summer 2012 coverage, but I hope to post on some of my favorite shows. In the meantime, enjoy this rather magical new video from Florence + The Machine. I can only hope Halloween will be so dreamy.

Sunday Night

I'm lightyears behind in any Spring 2012 coverage, but that's not exactly news. Instead of being productive today, I ate a ton and watched several episodes of "My So-Called Life." Around 9:00 tonight, I wondered if I should even bother trying to be productive before bed. I still haven't decided, but I cleaned up my apartment a bit, lit my Gothic candelabra (that's probably not the correct term, but you know, it's sounds nice), and put a live Pat Benatar record on my half-working record player.



"Looking for a Stranger" is always a fantastic choice for a slow night. Escaping my apartment to do something dangerous often sounds desirable. For now, I think I'll just stick with pretending my life is much darker than it is in actuality, candelabra and all.

Don't tell me I'm less than my freedom.

It's not the door you're using, but the way you're walking through it.

The Kills at Lollapalooza 2011

You like to think that you're immune to this stuff.

On repeat.

Summer: That's Not My Deal

I've been feeling rather optimistic about summer as of late, despite the fact that I can't stand the heat, nor dressing for it. Last week saw a change when,after having declared I was not "a beach person," I went to Golden Gardens with a group of friends, even braving the icy cold waters of the Puget Sound. And just today I was hellbent on finding a "summer movie" to watch on Netflix. The search was less than successful and lead to potentially startling vocalized frustration. Fortunately for me, Best Coast is a band that certainly provides a sense of escape, easiness, and abandonment that is so often associated with the summertime. Guitar riffs bring images of impressive swells and clinking margarita glasses over taco truck fare. Needless to say, I was rather excited at the prospect of a Drew Barrymore-directed music video/short film, starring Chloë Moretz and an attractive young man I know nothing about, Tyler Posey. The video follows two rival gangs—hello L.A. culture—both of which have a member that becomes enamored with the other. Forbidden love! The styling in the video reminds me of a modern Cry Baby, with its humor intact and the addition of a letterman jacket-wearing gang with a soft spot for color. Morentz is typically adorable in the I-know-how-to-handle-a-switchblade kind of way and her hair may generate envy in a few. The story itself is ripe with an all-too-precious love story, melodrama, and (who would have guessed it?) tragedy. If it were a full-length film on Netflix, I probably would have watched it today. Enjoy.

Get More: MTV Supervideo, Music, Best Coast

Update: Here's the extended version.

Get More: MTV Supervideo, Music, Best Coast

Let's go for a ride.