My camera. My books. My movies. My mp3 player. My fuck AWESOME Cantarelli pink seersucker suit. Worldly possessions Orgasms.
Men and women who wear black clothing in an unironic fashion. Also drunken whores who'll put 'em on the glass.
Everything John Peel ever dropped a needle on, Giorgio Moroder, All 80's shit-rock: from Asia to Journey to Collins to that band with the fat chick, Kylie Minogue and most of the Euro dancepop superstars, My Chemical Romance (but mostly that hit of theirs...), Henryk Gorecki
What's Yr. Take On Cassavetes?, every single frame of every single Ingmar Bergman film, The Complete Works Of David Bowie (okay well mostly Labyrinth and Man Who Fell To Earth), Most Of The Ultra Sexy Black & White Nouvelle Vague, Battle Of Algiers and other movies where superpowers are beaten, Space documentaries, John Malkovich movies with the caveat of he.must.wear.an.ascot, Movies that are 3+ hour bloated messes of cocaine-fueled turpitude, Russian Ark, Solyaris, Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (sadly turned into some sort of hipster badge of pride), the brilliant cinematography of christopher doyle and rodrigo prieto, Sunset Blvd., Monty Python and the [...], Play It Again Sam, Moulin Rouge, Irreversible (if u love it i love u), Oldboy, All About Lilly Chou-Chou, and Sunrise: A Song Of Two Humans.
Gilmore Girls. For all my irony and sarcasm, it is one the few shows that are worth a damn. From the music to the clothing to the dialogue to the pure sexiness of Lorelai and Rory. I lurve it. Also: Arrested Development (r.i.p.), the original Adult Swim lineup (ATHF, Harvey Birdman, Sealab 2021, Home Movies, Mission Hill), The Daily Show.
Pola Woman and Big Nudes by Helmut Newton, Julia de Burgos, Pablo Neruda, The Diving Bell And The Butterfly, Nabokov, Dostoevsky, Gogol, and Bulgakov. Oscar Wilde, Samuel Beckett, William Faulkner (Oprah edition bitches!), Haruki Murakami, Bill Peet, [Director] on [Director]. GQ, Vogue and Men's Vogue, L'Uomo Vogue, Arena Homme Plus, and Esquire. Fashionista in the hizzle.
Bill Hicks, Carl Sagan, John Cassavetes, and Klaus Kinski. All dead as disco.