Vanessa Bruno is in the process of making a four-minute film with Lou Doillon. The mini-movie is set to release on September 9, but director Stephanie Di Giusto is giving us a sneak preview. The image above and more, are stills released by the director. Honestly, I am not a fan of Lou Doillon; however, from what I see so far, the movie looks to be visually delightful.
Friday, July 10, 2009
vanessa bruno's beauty
Vanessa Bruno is in the process of making a four-minute film with Lou Doillon. The mini-movie is set to release on September 9, but director Stephanie Di Giusto is giving us a sneak preview. The image above and more, are stills released by the director. Honestly, I am not a fan of Lou Doillon; however, from what I see so far, the movie looks to be visually delightful.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
final thoughts. . .
I intentionally didn't bring it up. I figured if I started writing about it, I would merely be saying what every other person has already said. "The greatest." "The best performer of our time." "A star." Big statements for a man that died weighing only 112 lbs. But so was Michael Jackson.
I'm not going to go into how big of a fan I was. What I can say for me is that I am certain of two things: I am a dancer and lover of music. And in my experience, I've come to realize your soul and rhythm are one in the same. What makes your heart beat is what moves your feet. If you didn't like Michael's music, you need to have your heart checked.
Like many people I watched the service today. I watched the casket carried in, the songs sang, and little Paris cry. Sad, yes. But perhaps what related the most to me was watching the crowd sing "We Are The World."
Let me explain.
There is something that happens when people die. I've had my dad, my grandfather, my uncle, and my husband's grandmother all die in the last 2 1/2 years. And in each death, I watched a family come together, my community rally to provide support. It is rare. Rare that we take the time to support one another, to help one another. We live in our world, consumed by our needs. And truth be told, in our world we put ourselves first.
Just like my family has come together and my friends have provide me with support, today I saw parts of the world come together to support each other. And perhaps it all came together and made perfect sense to me as everyone (including myself behind my work desk) sang,
"We are the world
I'm not going to go into how big of a fan I was. What I can say for me is that I am certain of two things: I am a dancer and lover of music. And in my experience, I've come to realize your soul and rhythm are one in the same. What makes your heart beat is what moves your feet. If you didn't like Michael's music, you need to have your heart checked.
Like many people I watched the service today. I watched the casket carried in, the songs sang, and little Paris cry. Sad, yes. But perhaps what related the most to me was watching the crowd sing "We Are The World."
Let me explain.
There is something that happens when people die. I've had my dad, my grandfather, my uncle, and my husband's grandmother all die in the last 2 1/2 years. And in each death, I watched a family come together, my community rally to provide support. It is rare. Rare that we take the time to support one another, to help one another. We live in our world, consumed by our needs. And truth be told, in our world we put ourselves first.
Just like my family has come together and my friends have provide me with support, today I saw parts of the world come together to support each other. And perhaps it all came together and made perfect sense to me as everyone (including myself behind my work desk) sang,
"We are the world
We are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So let's start giving..."
slippery slope
Starting a new job is tough. Starting a new job, in a new city, with crazy long hours is super tough. I feel like time has slipped away. And though I am trying, desperately trying, to get my feet on the ground, I am having a bit of a hard time. I am not used to getting up at 6:30 am and getting home at 7:00 pm. My days are shorter, my free time less, and my ability to focus on the things I truly enjoy is dwindling.I want to catch up on the news. I want to follow-up on fashion. I want to read a book. Play the piano. Garden. But, I am tired when I get home. You know that old, time is slipping away feeling . . . you get my point.
I am going to get some sleep and I promise, by next week I will be back in action and posting stuff you actually want to read.
Monday, July 6, 2009
patience pays off
For 5 years I have struggled to come up with a headboard for my bed. Something rustic and french, old and unique - this is what I want to place my pillows up against. I've looked at platform bedframes, brass frames, athropologie headboards, and so on. Idea after idea, and countless hours of researching creative and unique headboards, I have spent years looking and still, my bed sits on the black metal frame I received when I purchased my mattress. Uck, I say, Uck!
Ah ha! But wait. At last, I have found what I have been looking for. I am in love, as in seriously loving the old door used as a headboard. The bedroom in this photo is far too colorful for my taste, but the old wooden door caught my eye. I have seen doors like this in antique stores and loved them; however, I never knew what to do with them. But now, now I have an idea and it's time to go treasure hunting.
In case you're interested, you can learn how to make your own pallet bedframe like the one in the photo here.
Friday, July 3, 2009
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