I’m declaring a Winona Ryder season.
No really, it’ll be very.
It started a couple of weeks ago when I watched Reality Bites. So grimy. So good.
Next up was Mermaids, (excuse me, how cute is Christina Ricci? And that fringe? So Spring ’13).
Ok, so now I’m watching Welcome Home Roxy Carmichael, a charmingly underrated film in my opinion and one that my sister and I always loved. I mean, Winona and pigs, what’s not to like? I’m lining up Beetlejuice, naturally, and Heathers (see above) plus Edward Scissorhands for blonde Winona (which feels a bit wrong but I’ll push on through).
Then Night on Earth, awesome grown up Winona driving a cab. Anything I’m missing?
Monday morning and the snow is back, hibernation is a tempting option.
I have my favourite seat in my favourite cafe, I have a pot of tea and and have enough visuals swirling round my head from the weekend to warrant a little review, a short post match analysis, before beginning the week proper. A lot of screen time, some actual doing and a whole load of inspiration. So grab a coffee, I’m nice, I’ll share.
Tatayana at the Barbican on Friday, the second half particularly blew my mind, must shoot a bride story oh! those veils and why, please, do I not know any classic Russian stories? Diana Vreeland film, finally, must learn to lower my voice an octave and speak with more authority. I bet she knows Pushkin, her Russian obsession was infectious. Live streaming the New York shows onto my iPad, joy. Immediate thoughts (as in relatable to my actual life) Rag & Bone, eyeliner! Alexander Wang, next Winter will be OK if I can dress like a boxer and be snug as a bug in those coats! A Prophet, better late than never, disturbing but stunning, can’t believe I didn’t see it earlier. Cara, everywhere. The Baftas: British pride is still hanging in there post Olympics and Helen Mirren has pink hair, as if I needed a reason to love her more. And in between the looking? dance dance dance. I am now officially proper addicted to my dance classes, I’m still utterly rubbish, thanks for asking, but no matter, I will press on.
And so, download complete and onward into the week, coffee time over, enjoy your day!
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Words borrowed from the ever beautiful Sphinx Charlotte Rampling, speaking in the excellent Angelina Maccarone documentary, The Look that I’ve been rewatching this week.
The Look: A Self Portrait Through Others, available here
When it comes to make up I generally aim for less than perfection.
I mean, I really appreciate a pristine face but personally, I like things to be a little bit messed up. Like you’re having a bit too much of a good time to worry about everything being neat as a pin. My sister, (who I think we’ve gathered, it my guru when it comes to beauty) (apart from my hair, my hair belongs to my mother) (Yes indeed Doctor, the same time next week is fine) told me once at an impressionable age that I should always arrive at a party looking like I’ve just come from one.
But recently I’ve been increasingly seduced by the idea of a perfect cat eye. Well maybe not a whole cat. Not a big in your face flick like a Nike swoosh, more like a little baby kitten. A subtle nod to my sixties obsession (no really, just check out my Tumblr if you don’t believe me) and also a concession to looking just a little tiny bit more, you know, together.
I quite like the idea of a pen to draw with. I mean, generally, I like drawing with a pen. So Eyeko eyeliners made me all excited plus they are a London thing, boom, that’s a good enough reason right there.
I like the simplicity, they do a full size pen and also a Skinny Mini version for a more precise line. Similar really to the grading of my Rotary pens, so that makes me feel all comfortable and at home. It stays on, doesn’t smudge and all that good stuff. But you know the best bit?
Putting it on.
It’s quite possible that the application itself, which still takes me a good few minutes, (although I reckon I could improve on my personal best time quite soon with a little practice) (competitive? Nooo) is actually more fun that the result. It’s a bit more of a ritual than just smudging on some kohl, makes me feel all Taste of Honey and could totally be addictive.
It makes me laugh, too.
Those weird faces you have to pull to check your lines are even on both sides, oh, and why, please, is it impossible to apply eyeliner with your mouth closed?
I can’t get it to stay on
(OMG! updated, I have given myself a Gif lesson…do you see it moving?)
I have a new friend.
He’s quite small but he keeps me warm and makes me happy.
He also doesn’t care if I don’t brush my hair (this is A Good Thing because I quite often don’t actually brush my hair). In fact I have a sneaking suspicion he prefers me that way. It makes him feel useful.
We’ve been hanging out for a few days now and, oh I don’t know, there’s just something about him that makes me feel cool.
I’m not sure that I could take him in to every social situation though, you know? Like I’m not sure he’d be able to fit in. So who knows where it’s headed long term but, for now, we’re having fun.
That’s what matters right?
Carhartt beanie, stylists own.
Or, you know, available here.
OK, the snow has stopped being fun and there are workmen ripping apart my house (long story). Let’s free associate:
What does that make you think of?
teenage idea of sophistication,
I know, I know. Not good.
And yet…I saw a girl on the street wearing a french manicure recently with no sense of irony. Coupled with an impeccable outfit and gold toes, her pale pink nails with little new moons of cream at the tip looked really, oh go and shoot me, they looked really fresh. And I wanted them, actually.
But no, surely not, the French manicure can’t really be back can it?
And then, I found this, which is really cute and makes Lisa’s nails look like they’re wearing little navy pumps with ankle socks. (Yes, indeed, I may be losing my mind at this point. As I mentioned, I’ve not been well).
What do we think? Is this a ‘thing’?
Would you wear a French manicure again?
The girl was worried.
and he said
and just for now, that was enough.