Recently,
On Christmas Eve I chose to watch The September Issue. It was such a great decision. Fashion is Art!
Anna Wintour is captivating and mystical. The devil herself was draped in fur the majority of the film. Did she skin the fur herself? Maybe the animals killed themselves just to be worn by The Queen of Fashion. I actually saw a more human side of her. Her daughter rdiculed the seriousness of fashion in a roundabout but obvious way. All the while her mother is just beaming at her very own creation. I think the real star of the film was Grace Coddington. I wanted to see more and more of her. Anna and Grace were like an old married couple who talk about each other to their children, good and bad. Still you can see the immense admiration that these two women share as Anna speaks very highly of Grace at the end of the movie. The images that Grace creates are genius. Absolutely fantastic. Looking at one of Grace's images is like stepping into a fantastic world and never wanting to leave. Andre Leon Talley is so ridiculous and fun. I really loved this documentary and I may need to watch it again. Anna is perfection wiht her sharp bob and endless array of floral dresses. Is Anna the most powerful woman in America??? After Watching this documentary I agree that yes, she is the most powerful woman in America. Is Anna the most feared woman in America? Yes Yes Yes.
Ok I'm watching it again now.
I wish I had gotten a subscription to Vogue for Christmas.
I also got turned onto Pablo Neruda by a fabulous blogger. Amo http://fabiolaalejandra.blogspot.com/ Pablo Neruda is a genius. Absolute Genius. His words MOVE me.
And because Love battles
And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.
About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.
I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.
What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.
And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.
But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.
And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.
To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.
You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.
Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.
- Pablo Neruda
I am currently reading The Selected Poems of Pablo Neruda. Rumi is next. I want to read more. I want to write more. I want to see more of the world. I want to sing.... Im ready for this to begin. I'm ready.
You must find inspiration in everything. EVERYTHING.
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