Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Singing in the old bars, swinging with the old stars

I'm absolutely obsessed with this song. Scratch that, I'm obsessed with Lana Del Rey. I simply don't understand some of the scathing reviews she's been receiving - her voice is spellbinding and her songs gorgeous. Video Games is possibly her best but after listening to that about twenty thousand times I now feel myself drawn to this one. Isn't it just heart-breakingly beautiful?


Don't make me sad, don't make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don't know why
Keep making me laugh
Let's go get high
The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words
This is the last time
Cos you and I, we were born to die

Saturday, 28 January 2012

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead

I hope you all had a very merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year. I had the most fabulous two weeks at home and quite literally dragged my feet back to return to Germany (seriously. My parents thought it was hilarious). I only have a month or so left here before I move on to new horizons, namely my time in France! It's currently all rather stressful and up in the air, however I do know I shall be heading to Corsica - yes, Corsica! - to intern at museum there for a couple of months, which is rather lovely. After that, I have no idea. Living from moment to moment is frankly rather stressful but it shall all hopefully sort itself out and be entirely worth it. Besides, Spring and Summer in France seems heavenly at the moment.

The day before I returned here I spent a very hurried hour between packing screencapping these beautiful shots from a televised production of Alice in Wonderland: the ballet which showed over Christmas. I've talked before about the joy of theatre and stage, and the incredible creativity that is often employed there, but this particular one was mind blowing. The dancing itself was gorgeous, but it was the sets, costumes and inventive ideas in translating a children's book into a ballet which really struck me. Look and enjoy :)

(Props go to the Royal Ballet for dancing so beautifully and the BBC for showing it!)