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I can’t believe I haven’t watched this yet. Just happened to find these film stills yesterday and thought I’d post them. The costumes are amazing and so are the sets. I am a sucker for the roaring 20s so I can’t help myself. The flapper girls, the hair styles, the music and all that craziness that seemed to have ruled over that decade! Also: Can anyone find me a ‘cat hat’ like the one in the first screen cap. I need that in my life!
Images. Wehertit
“I know there is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks, but I don’t care. I am me. My name is Valerie. I don’t think I’ll live much longer and I wanted to tell somebody about my life. This is the only autobiography I will ever write and, God I am writing it on toilet paper. I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don’t remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottle Brook and she used to tell me that God was in the rain. I passed my 11 plus and went to a girls’ grammar. It was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we’d love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that is was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sarah did. I didn’t. In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn’t have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn’t look at me. He told me to go away and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.
I’d always known what I wanted to do with my life and in 2015 I starred in my first film, The Salt Flats. It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carson’s for me in our window box and our place always smelt of roses. Those were the best years of my life. But America’s war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London. After that, there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.
I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening while things like “Norsefire” and the “Articles of Allegiance” became powerful. I remember how “different” became dangerous. I still don’t understand it, why they hate us so much. They took Ruth, while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. It wasn’t long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place. But the three years, I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in this world worth having. We mus never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you and even though I will never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you or kiss you I love you. With all my heart I love you. Valerie.”
— Valerie’s Biography (from V for Vendetta)
If you’ve watched the film before you’ll know in what context this all is, but I thought I’d share this not so little quote with you anyways.
Images. Jourdan Dunn and Whitney Port (via thefashionspot). Unknown – sorry, I have no exact sources. In case any of the four last images belong to you let me know and I’ll link you (via tumblr)
Jourdan Dunn for Louis Vuitton
Whitney Port on the set of The City
Why can’t I have a dressing table like this?
First of all: Thanks for the lovely comments you’ve all been leaving. I really appreciate the feedback :)
My cold is gone, I am feeling much better, but in the mean time summer has moved on as well and the leaves are turning orange. The nights are getting colder and the sky is covered in clouds. Autumn is just around the corner and so is winter. To be honest I can’t wait for winter to come by this year. The smell of cinnamon and hot wine punch, the short days and long nights, the coziness and all that comes with this season.
At the moment I am craving to read Haruki Murakamis new work: IQ84. I’ll have to wait some time though, since it was released May this year in Japan and the date for it’s English publication hasn’t been set yet. That on the other hand gives me time to indulge in works of his that I haven’t read yet: Dance Dance Dance, A Wild Sheep Chase or Underground (which I am very much looking forward to, as it is not fiction). For those for you who want to read his books, but don’t know where to start: Just start anywhere! I myself started with Hard-boiled Wonderland and the End of the World. In my opinion a book that has the “typical Murakami style” combining surrealism with wonderful tales of characters and magical places, which I love a lot. If you want to start slowly I’d say Norwegian Wood is a nice starting point. The love story of Toru and Naoko is heartwarming sometimes even shocking, but never kitschy. Surrealism is merely hinted at in relation with death and in a wonderful way. The film will be out by next year which I am very exited about.
Which brings me to the next topic: Desertflower by Waris Dirie is finally been brought to the movie theatres. I loved every bit of that book, which was so touching, inspiring and beautiful. Waris is a very powerful woman who has managed to archive more than a lot of people despite the long and hard way the had to go in her life. Maybe that’s the exact reason why she could go so far. Looking back on what she had survived, she knew exactly that nothing could hold her back when it came to pursuing her dreams. Can’t wait to see the movie with Lydia Kebede starring as Waris Dirie.
On to some Oyasumi Updates: Due to my flu, I haven’t been able to keep up with my time plan. At this point I am also going to admit that I overestimated myself a little and seemed to have forgotten how much I hate deadlines. Just “dead” gives the word itself such a negative connotation and makes me shiver thinking back to earlier art projects in school. Completing work should be a positive thing to do. I don’t want to think of death each time I let my creative juices flow. Especially when I am working independently and only to make myself and others happy and not rich. So the new deadline is: there is no deadline. Or better: this Autumn. But don’t get me wrong. Not having a deadline doesn’t mean you’re going to do sloppy work and only work when you feel like. Not having a deadline takes pressure off my shoulders and enables me to satisfy not only myself, but others too. Sometimes you’ve got to rethink things and change them. It also means you have to accept you might have made a mistake earlier, but we all know: “A perosn who doesn’t make mistakes is unlikely to make anything.” (Paul Arden)
