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last night i watched the film the romantics and though i didn’t love it as much as i hoped for, there was a beautiful pastel sort of shade on the film.  everything was very light and feminine colours.  the storyline and the characters were not my favourite, however the actual wording was excellent.  every word was very thought out and unique and perhaps cliche to say “romantic” in a way.

tom mcdevon, played by john duhamel, gives a “speech” to his wedding party/best friends while they’re frolicking on the beach the night before he gets married.  it was very lovely and i thought i would share…

we are all uninspired.  we are so blind to tiny, beautiful things.  the tiny, beautiful things that make life worth living.  like the way you were walking across the grass before the rehearsal, it was beautiful.  or how about chip after his toast? the way all of the sound just kind of fell out of the room and all you could hear were forks and plates.  or how about the sound as you’re driving up to the house here?  it’s gravel, grass, ocean.  it’s verse, verse, chorus.  we share a history and we share a goal, to inspire and to be inspired.  that my friends, that’s imperative, and without that we have nothing.

there’s also a scene when tom starts to kiss laura (katie holmes) passionately and in the process of doing so, he recites john keats ode to a nightingale.  now that is romantic!  this is how any guy would sweep me off of my feet.

xoxo.lindsay

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let’s start the day off right with some jack kerouac

the only people for me are the mad ones,

the ones who are mad to live,

mad to talk,

mad to be saved,

desirous of everything at the same time,

the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,

but burn,

burn,

burn

like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars

and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop

and everybody goes “Awww!”

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We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

we real cool by gwendolyn brooks

absolutely brilliant.  without a doubt.

xoxo.lindsay



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oops! a day late! i’ve been such a busy bee lately!!!!  we opened a new sabon store, so things are a tad bit crazy.  but none-the-less, here’s the happiness…

un : day of the dead album covers

via : dia de los muertos

genius.

deux : lucy stevens illustrated poetry covers

i would be so contently happy reading from any of these.

trois : mr. amadeus

quatre : my halloween costume (for the short period of time that i wore it… )

cinq : this hbo ad

six : some music findings…

sept : oscar wilde quotes…

huit : bright and bold prints

circa : ron thompson

neuf : soft and quite prints

circa : oh joy!

dix : tina fey + accordions

onze : unbelievably cute dogs…

goodness… more posts to come!  look forward to a really cool set design post!

xoxo.lindsay

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i adore (500) days of summer, and i adore couples who theme their engagement photos after the film.

photos found here.  they even went to tom and summer’s bench.  *tear*

i also adore this couple who made their engagement photos like an 80′s styled shoot from nylon.

ummm adorable.  found here.

i adore this movie trailer….. already tearing up….. (the quality is rubbish, so you might as well view the hd version here)

man that looks good!!!!! (and yet so very sad)

even though it’s spring, i adore this poem “to autumn” from william blake:

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainèd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
`The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.

`The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.’
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

xoxo.lindsay

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