1. This weekend the yoga teacher introduced us to a new workout. Still a little sore from it.
2. On the street, I spotted a woman who was perhaps on her way to a dress party. She was in a brownish constructed cape, a black tapered skirt, flesh coloured stockings with a black line down the back, heeled shoes, an elaborate hat and bright red lipstick. In short, she looked like something out of a 50s reproduction plate and quite, quite spectacular. Causing us to do a further double take was her companion, a girl dressed in jeans, a tee and dishevelled hair. It was as if two eras had collided and there was no contest as to which was better. Still, the 50s girl did seem a tad trussed up, body and soul, and you could imagine her in a "weren't the 50s repressed" movie. Nevertheless who knows. Perhaps the idea that the 50s were repressed has as much truth as the idea that the present is free spirited. In short, pinch of salt.
3. I rented Julie & Julia and felt quite differently from the critics. I have never seen Julia Child on telly neither have I read Julie Powell's blog. Perhaps a better acquaintance with Ms. Child might have made me appreciate Ms. Streep more. Then again her performance should stand alone. As it was, after a point "look how jolly, boisterous and sunny Julia is" got a bit grating. There seemed to be a lot more interesting tension in the Powell household but the focus was so much on Julie cooking Julia that the underlying conflicts felt a bit undone. Coincidentally, Abigail Trafford at the Washington Post did a piece on Child's forgotten collaborator. Trafford's lines "To me, this preoccupation with cooking was beyond bourgeois. With the passionate but simple-minded righteousness of a 20-year-old, I never wavered. Baudelaire's "Fleurs du Mal" would always trump Louisette's Poulet a la Creme." captures the sentiment of a certain generation of women (of which I am a part).
4. I admired ephemeral dresses. And listened to Ane Brun's take on heartbreak and red wine. And read a vintage inspired blog that I arrived at rather randomly because I am slightly obsessed at the moment with all things Nordic.
2. On the street, I spotted a woman who was perhaps on her way to a dress party. She was in a brownish constructed cape, a black tapered skirt, flesh coloured stockings with a black line down the back, heeled shoes, an elaborate hat and bright red lipstick. In short, she looked like something out of a 50s reproduction plate and quite, quite spectacular. Causing us to do a further double take was her companion, a girl dressed in jeans, a tee and dishevelled hair. It was as if two eras had collided and there was no contest as to which was better. Still, the 50s girl did seem a tad trussed up, body and soul, and you could imagine her in a "weren't the 50s repressed" movie. Nevertheless who knows. Perhaps the idea that the 50s were repressed has as much truth as the idea that the present is free spirited. In short, pinch of salt.
3. I rented Julie & Julia and felt quite differently from the critics. I have never seen Julia Child on telly neither have I read Julie Powell's blog. Perhaps a better acquaintance with Ms. Child might have made me appreciate Ms. Streep more. Then again her performance should stand alone. As it was, after a point "look how jolly, boisterous and sunny Julia is" got a bit grating. There seemed to be a lot more interesting tension in the Powell household but the focus was so much on Julie cooking Julia that the underlying conflicts felt a bit undone. Coincidentally, Abigail Trafford at the Washington Post did a piece on Child's forgotten collaborator. Trafford's lines "To me, this preoccupation with cooking was beyond bourgeois. With the passionate but simple-minded righteousness of a 20-year-old, I never wavered. Baudelaire's "Fleurs du Mal" would always trump Louisette's Poulet a la Creme." captures the sentiment of a certain generation of women (of which I am a part).
4. I admired ephemeral dresses. And listened to Ane Brun's take on heartbreak and red wine. And read a vintage inspired blog that I arrived at rather randomly because I am slightly obsessed at the moment with all things Nordic.
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