Sunday, March 29, 2015

Who needs Physics when we've got Chemistry?

I got all nostalgic last night and watched Francis Ford Coppola's "When Peggy Sue got married" on Netflix, and as soon as the opening credits rolled over my computer screen, I knew it was going to be a sweet reunion.


It's one of those movies I remember watching as a kid, except back then I probably missed out on most of the jokes and sassy dialogue. Case in point: The pick-up line above delivered by Nicholas Cage as heartthrob Charlie in a shimmering blazer jacket. (Oh, what one wouldn't do to be sixteen again and have the confidence to deliver that line to someone in Physics class!)

Anyway, as most kids on the blogs, I'm kind of on a feminist binge these days, in the light of which it was so thrilling to watch Kathleen Turner get transported back to her high school days and relive her senior year with all the confidence of an adult woman. Like, in the stereotypical make-out scene in Charlie's car, where Peggy Sue tries to get laid rather than the other way around, and she's met with the following reaction from Charlie:

You want to have intercourse?

....

What the hell is going on, Peggy Sue?

One week you say, "If you love me, you won't."

The next week you say, "If you love me, you will."

That's a guy's line!



And then when she doesn't get some, she doesn't go home to bed but goes out and gets it from the leather jacket-clad beat-poet Michael Fitzsimmons instead (!) (Only to politely decline his subsequent offer to follow him to Provo, enter a polygamous relationship and raise chickens to support his writing career.)


In general, there's just something about Kathleen Turner that's just so...I don't know, ballsy, to use a gendered term that kind of contradicts my whole point. But even in a girly, 60s dress and with a bow in her hair, she's all woman. Her voice, her body, her body language. The way she takes up space.

Although the movie ends with Peggy Sue waking up in the present day, where she gets back together with her adulterous ex-husband Charlie, her feelings and choices along the way are complicated and don't go by the straight and narrow the way movies want you to believe.

Watch it :) If nothing else for the dreamy costumes and set-designs.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

stuff I saved to my desktop this week

Jane Fonda because she looks so darn smokin'. Also, I think she's around 50 in this image, which leaves me equal parts depressed and hopeful for the future. Imagine if one could peak at 50?! Body wise I mean :)
Yves Saint Laurent's office via Habitually Chic
Yayoi Kusama just because, and also because it takes guts to so consistently stick with dots.

This bedroom/loft situation via Blood and Champagne. I'm dreaming of buying my own apartment these days. Ideally a worn out and run down place that I can renovate little by little and turn into a gem. Back in the day, when my mom and I fixed up my East Village pad, we worked non-stop for two weeks and yet felt totally energized because it was so much fun. I remember one morning specifically, where we woke up at 5 or 6 am and had to distract ourselves by going out for waffles  in order to not start working right away and annoy my downstairs neighbors. Anyway, if you know of a fixer upper, let me know, yes?

Duane Hanson's marvelous Tourists from 1988. If you aren't that familiar with Hanson, then there's a real neat overview of some of his sculptures here.

Miss Piggy is a boss.

This kitchen via SF Girl by Bay. I don't know why, but there was something so homely and familiar about the color scheme - save for the brass faucet. (I'm so fed up with brass) I figured I'd save it should I ever find that fixer upper in need of a kitchen reno :)))


In all fairness I saved this to my desktop last week, but then again is it ever too late to share a squirrel getting a back rub? Via Man Repeller - and whoever made this fine gif deserves a permanent rainbow in their backyard. As does the person who made this video.


Finally, watch this - ideally muted because I think that adds to the poetry of watching a baby elephant take a bath. I watched it on facebook this morning, and almost wept from a combination of sadness and joy*, and then noticed that it had garnered some 10 million views. And then I couldn't help but ponder what that says about human kind or the state of human kind. Why it feels so good, to watch someone feel that good....and yet we use so much energy on not making people feel good at all.


 *I just finished Amy Poehler's Yes Please, in which she says and observes a bunch of smart things, including that we need a word for the feeling of sadness and joy combined, and I absolutely agree.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

gush




 I was looking for a photo album on my laptop, and got distracted by all the spring photos I took while living in New York. Every single year, come March, I'd find myself sitting outside at sidewalk caf├ęs wearing sun glasses and no winter coat. The bliss!

And the excitement that lingers in the air, when Spring hits! I feel all jittery at the thought of those long Spring walks I'd take all across the city (and the amount of shoes I had resoled at the shoemaker, a dark and dingy place on 9th Street, where, I suspect, shoes were mostly turned in never to be picked up again.)

It occurred to me, that it's almost 10 years ago that I packed up my bags and moved to New York. And it's almost 5 years ago that I returned to Copenhagen. Not counting the 7 or 8 months that I spent in Kenya, I've nearly been back for as long as I was away. But in terms of eventfulness and memories, those 5 years in New York feel so detailed and saturated with feelings. They're such an antithesis to my everyday rut, I sometimes get the feeling I made it all up.