Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
Bargain Shopping with the Ladies That Lunch

Felt inspired to leave the house today, applaud me on that much. I've been in the market for a new handbag. For those of you who know me, you know that purses are my bag and it shouldn't be all too difficult to pick a new one. But, much to my continued chagrin, as a carry over from a very disappointing winter, the spring bags are crap too. No bags, but I went on to find a very cute black dress, a steal at $25 at Lord and Taylor's. Not that I am pariculary in the market for a black dress - but when it looks good and it's $25, there will be an opening, a dinner, a reception, a something to wear it to. Let me tell you though, the overheards in the dressing rooms are like being in the Twilight Zone... well, a sort of floral, muffy and buffy, faux blonde, fur coat kind of Twilight Zone. Oh, and score one for my sister (and her nose) because the new Clinique fragrance, heart, is far superior to my beloved happy. Much like someone else I know fated to finish one bottle of cologne before purchasing a new scent, I guess I'll have to douse myself whenever I go into the store rather than shelling out the clams for my own bottle. But I am loving my wrists and sweater right now.

So much for my grande plan to have my gateau and eat it too. On a movie watching binge and leaving my local video store dissapointed, I went and got a new library card - won over by a slightly more exotic selection and no rental fees. From the video store, I got a cute French movie called My Wife is an Actress and All About My Mother. Just as I had gotten into the latter, the DVD got screwy and wouldn't play because the disc was scratched. I noted that there was a copy at the library, so hopefully, I will be able to finish watching this film someday. Then I turned to my free library movies. I was excited about another Julian Schnabel film (Basquait director and famous painter) called Before Night Falls, which as far as I could tell was a movie about a Cuban poet. Well, the same thing happenned... so much for that plan, there is no such thing as a free lunch. I rented a handful of foreign films, hoping that some of them are watchable. My thinking about film this week goes as such... basically, comparatively speaking, so few foreign films are exported and distributed in the United States that I'd rather snatch them up than an endless stream of crappy American films, it's like the crap has been skimmed off the top and only the worthwhile ones remain. Probably squeeze another in before Survivor... I am doing well in my fantasy league and decided to risk a lot on the women getting naked tonight. They hinted to this in the last preview, and well, I have up to 120 bonus points waviering on whether or not this happens... c'mon ladies, flash those boobies, mama needs a new Saturn Ion.

Props to my aunt for sending me the Matthew Barney review from the Times and last week's Sunday Styles page, she's reminded me that my dream job is in fact to do language justice and write for the New York Times. In my opinion, those who write for the Times are the most interesting, sophisticated, cultured, talented, saavy, stylish, well-heeled, and downright darling individuals wrapped up in the thick skin of a worldly New Yorker. I want to live in the world they write about. For the Gugg's sake, I am glad that the Barney show is such a splash. I really can't wait to get to New York and see it. My sister tells me that her spring break is the week after this one - maybe I can convince her to go trudging through museums with me again, we had a lot of fun when we went to the Whitney and NYU and all around town, for that matter, last April. It'll be even more fun if I can still pass as a Gugg intern with free admission everywhere and she can pass for 21 at the Rodeo Bar. While we're on the subject of my favorite subject, I am very glad to see that Daniel Libeskind got the WTC commission. Never having visited one of his buildings, I am not qualified to praise him, but from what I know of the Jewish Museum he did in Berlin, this man has a gift for memorials, spaces, and manipulation (in architecture talk, this is a good thing). I think that leaving the original foundation exposed is very appropriate and I am sure it's going to do the site justice, in the end, I think this is all we can ask for what might possibly be, the commission of the 21st-Century.
posted by lmjasinski at 4:16 PM