Deconstructing the human character.
Stringing Words Together Creatively
Getting caught up in the moment: forgetting it all the next morning.
Narciso Rodriguez, Patron Anejo, La Perla, Ellen Von Unwerth, Andrew Blake, Freud.
Expansive vocabularies, abstract art films, foreign accents.
Double life leaders, lucid dreamers, poets.
Wirelessness, fearlessness, OCD, caller ID.
Downtempo electronica that depresses most people.
1000+ tc sheets, finely hand-crafted leather restraints.
THE WORLD (and exploration thereof).
Wielding my power as a hot chick with a brain.
People that do things.
Especially people that do things exceptionally.
The unabashed yet undiscovered.
Those that romance with the pen.
Romancers that got it down to an art.
Expressionists who speak without saying a word.
Foriegners with bona fide Social Security numbers.
Martini Drinkers with steady hands.
Millionaire Jet Setters that love me for my mind.
Complex creative types who appreciate multiple personalities.
People with 76 friends.
Creators--Thinkers--Visionaires.
The good.
People with the passions for the stuff
who raise the bar in whatever they do.
Always.
zero 7
massive attack
theivery corp
the dining rooms
federico aubelle
elliot smith
morphine
the verve
air
miguel migs
tricky
coldplay
sounds of om
radiohead
k&d
moby
gus gus
aya
stephane pompougnac
morcheeba
moloko
yo la tengo
bebe gilberto
the orb
love and rockets
various dub, sometimes breakbeat, definitely not hip hop, lots of intelligent electronica and any downtempo beat that feels good to drunkenly make out to...
Stuff w/ subtitles.
Andrew Blake's genre.
The inverse relationship between budget and quality filmmaking.
Specifically: the exorcist, requiem for a dream, buffalo '66, eyes wide shut, xanadu, memento, waking life, mulholland drive, boogie nights, edward scissorhands, zoolander, 25th hour, jacob's ladder, kids, garden state, donnie darko, trainspotting, basquiat, the black stallion, secretary, y tu mama tambien, the motorcycle diaries (and anything involving Gael Garcia, my regrettable ex-boyfriend).
The static channel so the white noise could drown out the sounds of my gay neighbor getting it on. Constantly.
The System
The Art of Seduction
The Diary of Anais Nin
The Thesaurus
I will never know again who I am,
what I am,
what I love,
what I want.
Your beauty has drowned me, the core of me.
You carry away with you a part of me reflected in you.
When your beauty struck me,
it dissolved me. Deep down,
I am not different from you.
I dreamed you,
I wished for your existance.
I see in you that part of me which is you.
I feel compassion for your childlike pride,
for your trembling unsureness,
your dramatization of events,
your enhancing of the loves given to you.
I surrender my sincerity because if I love you
it means we share the same fantasies,
we share the same madnesses.
if you do not cry out in writing,
or sing in writing, then don't write,
because our culture has no use for it.
- Anais Nin