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Miss Fairchild

I'm an extraordinary machine

About Me

Ambitious."So the twentieth century is that, it is a time when everything cracks, where everything is destroyed, everything isolates itself, it is a more splendid thing than a period where everything follows itself."

My Interests

Coffee and cigarettes, Coca-Cola and not Pepsi, catching fire flies in the backyard of my first home in New Jersey, dancing, ice cream, reading and writing, Andy Warhol, pink lemonade on hot summer days, Sylvia Plath, Unicorns, being a crazy bikram yogi, Las Rosas Son Rojas, My darling older sister Gillian, New York City, the colors pink and red, Michelle on stage, Danielle's voice, remembering my red caddy, investigating the conspiracies surrounding the deaths and assassinations of prominent individuals in history (JFK, Marilyn Monroe etc.), Duncan, and oil painting. Dislikes: Pretentious People, Narcissists, the emotionally inept, the preponderance of reality tv, curry, liars, and bizarre love triangles.

I'd like to meet:

Anyone who can make me laugh, anyone genuine, anyone who is humble.

Music:

"You're The piece of gold that flashes on my soul"

Movies:

Contempt, The Virgin Suicides, Legend, Willow, Dogville

Television:

TWIN PEAKS, That 70's Show, The Golden Girls, and Inside the Actor's Studio.

Books:

So many books, so little time... Uta Hagen's Respect For Acting..."OURS IS ESSENTIALLY A tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically." "Now everything changed. My childhood world was breaking apart around me. My parents eyed me with a certain embarrassment. My sisters had become strangers to me. A disenchantment falsified and blunted my usual feelings and joys: the garden lacked fragrance, the woods held not attraction for me, the world stood around me like a clearance sale of last year's secondhand goods, insipid, all its charm gone. Books were so much paper, music a grating noise. That is the way leaves fall around a tree in autumn, a tree unaware of the rain running down its sides, of the sun or the frost, and of life gradually retreating inward. The tree does not die. It waits."

Heroes:

" The cinema substitutes our gaze for a world more in harmony with our desires"