Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Mascara bleeds a blackened tear

Over the past ten or so years I've noticed a marked difference in what is "cool" and what's not. When I was younger, cool things were what everybody else liked, what everybody else was wearing, what everybody else was watching or listening to. Nowadays it seems to be the complete opposite - something is cool only if it's pretty unique and "edgy", not too edgy to make you hipster but not too mainstream to make you boring. I don't know if this is down to a shift in people's attitudes or simply the difference between what children aspire to and what people in their twenties aspire to. Either way, I've always found it a bit ridiculous - especially when it comes to things like music.

My favourite comedian Dara O'Briain did a great skit about this, about how stupid music snobbery can be. Still, I've always slightly envied people who seem to know the newest quirkiest bands, go to tiny gigs in cramped little pubs, support virtually unknown artists. And here I was thinking my love of Joshua Radin was a little alternative, whereas everybody who'd ever seen an episode of Scrubs knew who he was! It wasn't until a couple of months ago, when one of these impossibly cool girls I really admired posted a set of lyrics on her Facebook that it really clicked for me. Because these lyrics weren't of some underground grime band from Brooklyn, or a new British folk singer, rather they were from Justin Timberlake new dance single Carry Out ("Do you like it well done? 'Cos I do it well": Best. Lyrics. Ever.). And that's when I realised, what made her and her musical taste so cool was that she literally listened to whatever she wanted. Sure she might rave about the hippest new tunes, but in between that she'd be recommended a Glee cover she liked and going on about Lady Gaga. Since then I've been pretty much OK with whatever I listen to. I was even brave enough to put a Take That song on my iPod, albeit I am still rather apologetic about that. Anyway, this song by Franz Ferdinand is a new favourite of mine. The video is also almost as good as the song itself, it reminds me of a cross between an Alfred Hitchcock movie and an episode of Mad Men. And don't even get me started on how eerily beautiful the lyrics are.

I cannot turn to see those eyes
As apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds into my eye, oh

Saturday, 24 March 2012

Standing outside looking in

The clothing line Band of Outsiders has been having quite an effect in the fashion world and blogosphere in the past few months, as much for its classic, chic, cool clothes as its unusual lookbooks in the form of old polaroids featuring famous actors simply chilling out. I have to admit, while I love their photography and I love their clothes, this is a style which really intimidates me. It's very cool, very simple and very self-confident. My own fashion sense involves a lot more colour and, well I call it quirkiness but I think "childish" might be a more suitable term ^_^ Still, even though it terrifies me and even though I won't be sophisticated enough to dress that way until I'm much older, I do still love the pretty.

All photos by Band of Outsiders, featuring Rupert Grint, Kirsten Dunst, Tom Felton, Michelle Williams, Marisa Tomei and Andrew Garfield. If they do a shoot with Zooey Deschanel one day I will die happy. Oh, and a few little me updates. I'm currently in Corsica interning at a museum, which is pretty damn awesome. Photos will be coming soon. And I now have a Tumblr which is pretty much just my online moodboard :)

Friday, 16 March 2012

You always stop at the same part, when it's very beautiful

I first came across the film The Fall after searching for Massive Attack's Paradise Circus on Youtube and coming across this video. I was immediately intrigued by the mysterious, beautiful imagery but what with one thing or another it's taken me almost two years to get around to watching it. But Lord am I glad I did. An intriguing imaginative masterpiece, The Fall tells the story of the unusual friendship which develops in a hospital in 1920s Los Angeles between a little girl with a broken arm and a Hollywood stuntsman involved in a potentially life-changing accident. The stuntsman Roy, played by Pushing Daisies Lee Pace, starts to tell the little girl Alexandria an excitign epic tale of adventure and romance to while away the hours, however he secretly has an ulterior motive: unable to move and falling dangerously into depression, he tries to trick her into stealing him enough morphine pills so that he can commit suicide. The film flickers between the curious relationship that develops between the two and the fairytale story that he weaves, but through her vivid imagination and his fragile mental state, the lines between reality and fiction become dangerously blurred.

Probably the most striking thing about
The Fall is the gorgeous cinematography and imagery that's employed throughout. Between the technicolour dreamworld that Roy creates and the muted vintage-postcard colours of 1920s Los Angeles, the film is an utter visual treat. But the film's charm is more than that: it's the adorable newcomer played exquisitely by newcomer Catinca Untara, it's the theatricality of the imagined world, it's the vulnerability portrayed by the gorgeous Lee Pace, it's the mix of happy endings and nightmares, brutality and beauty, love and revenge. A little heavy on the pictures this time I'm afraid, but this film was so lovely I simply couldn't narrow it down.