indie and foreign film, new york times crossword puzzle books, indian food, wine, wagamama, british comedy, rainy sunday morning lurve sessions, making things with my hands, photography, travel, the fine art of cuisine, hot baths, cold weather, sleeping in, nostalgia, design everywhere, lush fresh cosmetics, karaoke (any requests?), earl grey every morning, dance classes that leave me flushed and giddy, lovemarks, dreaming of the perfect canal house in amsterdam, banksy, brainsex, vintage cameras and typewriters in questionable working condition, finding a great idea & making it even better. oh... and words.
my muse. new yorkers who aren't obsessed with their hipster status.
prince, portishead, suede, the cure, massive attack, jeff buckley, james brown, radiohead, pixies, sonic youth, THE BEATLES (but my favourite is the white album), boards of canada, jamie lidell (the best live show i've ever seen), david bowie, funkstorung, otis redding, michael jackson before he got weird, pj harvey, bjork, billie holiday, a tribe called quest, cold war kids, tv on the radio, feist, my bloody valentine, joy division, my guilty pleasures mix cds, and lotsa stuff. i could ramble on for hours, but must i really be like every other myspace geek who feels the need to prove how cool he is by listing every "hip" cd in his collection?
these change with the season and my mood. the city of lost children. the cook, the thief, his wife and her lover. all about my mother. amelie. usual suspects. belle du jour. the search for the holy grail. secretary. the pillow book. delicatessen. pretty in pink. pi. battle of algiers. some like it hot. the big lebowski. beetlejuice. lock, stock, and two smoking barrels. audition. in the mood for love. hero. city of god, donnie darko. kill bill 1&2. un homme et une femme. talk to her. underground.one i have obsessed over... eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. "'i'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours. "
the office (british only, please) & six feet under. otherwise, i'd rather do without thanks very much. come to think of it, i haven't had even basic cable for over two years. however, i can blame a 3 month animal planet viewing treat for inspiring my latest obsession (which is the tiger monastery in thailand. thank you, big cat diary).
i'm a bookaholic. my grandmother would leave me in w.h. smiths (uk's version of borders before they invaded) for hours at a time while she shopped, only to find me hidden in between piles of books upon her return. jeannette winterson inspires me (read art and lies. now). perfume by patrick suskind. the stranger by camus. interpreter of maladies by jhumpa lahiri. the vagabond by colette. middlesex by jeffrey eugenides. love in the time of cholera by garcia marquez. eva luna by isabel allende. invisible monsters by chuck palahniuk. the lover by marguerite duras. unbearable lightness of being by kundera. but my favourite literature is shakespeare. really. loving anthony bourdain lately. laugh-out-loud-funny. besides, he has my dream job.
gondry pj silverman