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Sunday, May 20, 2007

...which means 'would like to meet' for those of you who don't understand 'Personal ads' lingo. Yeah, every week, I read the Personals in my Sunday paper and pick out my favourites because procrastinating is fun.
I'll share some of this week's with you:

Chunky monkey seeks passionate primate for unfinished monkey business. M,30 seeks F, for fun and adventures.

Harry Hotspur, 47 seeks Grace Darling for romancing in border hill country.
(Okay, Harry Hotspur was a medieval nobleman from 1366 while Grace Darling was a lifeboat heroine who saved people from a shipwreck in 1838. I don't know how many woman could be attracted to a guy who mixes up time periods like that, I know I like my guys to be historically accurate.)

Civilised Satyr M, in New Forest, only wildlife and SOH for company, WLTM moderately mature nymph, for art and love.

I'm not Brad, you're not Angelina, every week we read these, why not call me?

I think if I ever got to the stage where I was going to sit at home trying to figure out the best way to describe myself for the Personals, I'd probably have worked out a deal with my friends where they tie me to a chair until I see sense that there are better ways to lose my dignity. Like walking into walls and so on (apologies to anyone who has ever participated in the Personals process).

This weekend, I met Comptoir des Cotonniers. Not for the first time as I had seen their ads in magazines before, but I saw their collections for the first time. And I love them. The ads are based around the concept of mothers and daughters both dressing in CC, and they're sort of incredibly sweet, though I can't imagine it working so well in reality.
Maybe it's just me, but does anyone actually just hang out with their mother like this? Like randomly in fields, or on the beach just being all pretty and well-dressed? I wonder if this is only possible in France.

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Friday, May 11, 2007
Snobs and cluedo.

Yesterday, I was watching Gosford Park when I realised just how many films/books I own that feature a snobbish family/group of friends and their 'intrigues'/a murder mystery.
I think I'm obsessed with that period when the lives of the upper-classes were supposedly filled with glamour and discreet affairs, that everyone knew about but accepted as long as nothing came of it (eg. leaving rich or titled wives/husbands, illegitimate heirs to estates and the like). Nowadays, it seems like British aristocracy is never out of the papers because the girls are running around London nightclubs scantily-clad, while the boys always seem to be either in rehab, or Chinawhite (shocking to me - hah! - because I was brought up on a diet of Enid Blyton and Nancy Drew obviously).

I think the 30's and 40's were a time I wouldn't mind going back to (middle or upper class, I don't think I could clean out a chamberpot), especially style-wise. I hate revealing clothing, I think real fur is acceptable, and I think changing into evening gowns for dinner seems quite fun. In Gosford Park, Kristen Scott Thomas is frequently lounging around, looking divine in masculine clothing, while the men were in black tie for dinner. Who wouldn't want to go back to a time when elegance, discretion (and apparently murder mysteries) were the order of the day?

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Saturday, May 05, 2007
Baubles and trinkets.

Oh, this is the life. After my horrendous 72 hours awake, I finally got into bed last night and slept until 6pm today. Now I get to kick back in my lovely, quiet flat, read my unloved magazines and drink my Scarlett O'Hara, which I learnt to make over Easter, and is perfect because I only ever drink cocktails with literary associations, or alcohol.

Scarlett O'Hara
1 and 1/2 parts Southern Comfort

1 and 1/2 parts cranberry juice

1/2 parts lime juice

You shake it all up with crushed ice and strain it into your glass.
Of course I couldn't find the strainer so it's more of an alcoholic slushie.

But this is nice. I mean, tomorrow it's roll on work again but relaxing is severely underrated by university students, I think. Including me. Most free evenings in England are usually spent drinking in clubs and generally raving it up, which I always enjoy, but I sort of like vegging out sometimes too.
(Random thought: Does anyone think that I use commas far too much? Whenever I read my essays or my posts, it always looks like I have gratuitous comma - and bracket - use.)
Also by staying in, I found the most incredible vintage pearl ring on Ebay today. I started bidding but it eventually got too hot for me and I disappointingly had to drop out, but from 8.55pm - 9.01pm, I owned that ring. I rarely wear jewellery anymore even though I have what must be the largest collection of shiny objects known to man, but I'm becoming increasingly drawn to pearls (though I think I have a while before I start wearing pearl necklaces).

A little bit of fascinating pearl history:

One of the most famous pearls in the world is called "La Peregrina." It was found in 1500 by a slave in the Gulf of Panama, who gained his freedom by finding it. The Spanish crown owned it and Prince Philip II gave it to his wife, Mary Tudor of England as a wedding gift. It passed it down to Queen Margarita and Queen Isabel (wife of Philip III). Velesquez painted two separate portraits of Queen Margarita and Queen Isabel, each wearing La Peregrina. In the 1800's the Bonepart family had possesion of it and in 1969 Richard Burton purchased it for $37,000 as a gift for Elizabeth Taylor who briefly lost it at Ceaser's Palace, but then found it in her dog's mouth...or hair.
If pearls are being gifted, I'd personally prefer pearls from Mikimoto, even if they didn't belong to someone who had a portrait painted by Velasquez (if you accidentally landed on this blog - though I'm not sure how - but
you're more interested in Velasquez than pearls, I recommend you begin with The Rokeby Venus.)

However, I am also definitely willing to accept gifts from Lara Bohinic.

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Thursday, May 03, 2007
Hook, line, and sinker.

I'm suffering from major sleep deprivation. I've been awake for 48 hours, and it looks like another all-nighter; yesterday was French culture essay, tonight, I have an American Studies paper which is due tomorrow (Immigrant chroniclers were caught between the desire to preserve a sense of their ethnic roots and difference, and the desire to successfully acculturate and be accepted by older “Americans.” Choose texts by immigrant writers which demonstrate this tension and examine the consequences for the people involved.) Scintillating topic, yes?

I also had to enrol for my course modules for the next two years. As well as my four Media and Culture core modules, I'll be studying:
Film Cultures
Consumer Culture and Advertising
Film, Modernism and the Avant Garde
Film Theory
Thank you for Smoking: Objects, Consumption, Culture
I think I'll do well in Consumer Culture as I am often falling prey to glossy advertisements and articles in magazines. I'm not a big fan of celebrity endorsements though, like Nicole Kidman's pointless $2 million Chanel advert. It's just like Chanel to fork out for such a ridiculous advert...and now for Keira Knightly.

On the other hand, Prada always gets it right, and if you haven't already, you should go and see "Thunder Perfect Mind" it stars Daria Werbowy and was directed by Ridley Scott. It is 4 minutes and 30 seconds of elegance and perfection.

Amber Valleta - Prada 97/98 by Glen Luchford

(But also much love for Moschino's sweet quirkiness too...)
Heather Marks - Moschino '04

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Tuesday, May 01, 2007
What's the point of anything?

Crowd-control at Topshop for Kate Moss' new collection. What's wrong with you people? You have to fight the Mo(n)sster. Fight it!

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