Monday, 28 February 2011
Saturday, 26 February 2011
In eleven powerful stories, Cunningham describes the heart-breaking life at the dementia ward...
... explores the lives of famous people with mental illness, like Winston Churchill, Brian Wilson and Judy Garland...
... opens up the mind of the schizophrenic...
... and discusses the society's response to mental illness and the stigma that the mentally ill still face in their every day lives.
I have read a fair bit of literature on mental illness, and there have been times when I have felt that no matter how much I read, I just couldn't grasp the whole picture. Cunningham shows that sometimes it only takes a simple black-and-white image and a single sentence to make better sense of it all.
Friday, 25 February 2011
The cotton sweater is from Kohl's ($4.50!), the cords are from a fleamarket in Finland - they were originally boot-cut but way too short, so I made them into skinny cords instead. I found the etched copper pendant at a second hand store on Tuesday. My guess is that it is native American, but I wasn't able to find anything like it online. The smaller, round copper pendant is a present from Chris.
I found this reversible, knee-length 1940s cotton robe at an antique store last weekend. I think I will wear it thrown over a tank top, a pair of denim shorts and lots of random jewelry once the summer gets here.
Friday, 18 February 2011
This picture is my current favourite. It was probably taken at an outdoor music event. I love the girl's hair, the Ramones t-shirt teamed with the plaid shirt, the boots, the green of her trousers and the park, the simplicity of the whole image.
Thursday, 17 February 2011
So here comes the sun, finally! The temperature hit 52 degrees (11 degrees celcius) today, and in the sun it felt way warmer. I sat outside for a bit (no jacket required!), and decided to open a couple of windows, too. Our cats are glued onto the screens presently, sniffing the spring air.
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
I am really looking forward to spring. It was supposed to be warm and sunny today, but as things stand, there is no sun. 40 degrees (5 degrees celcius) is certainly better than the way-below-freezing temperatures we have been having recently, so I really shouldn't complain.
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
I am strangely compelled to follow the fashion weeks. I find myself less inspired by "real fashion" than ever before, and yet I scroll through style.com, jump from one designer to the next, only to be disappointed. I don't see much I like, and a lot of looks seem gimmicky and silly. What comes to mind is the embarrassing performance by P. Puff Daddy Dirty Money Diddy in Saturday Night Live some time ago. Like the artist in question, "real fashion" looks a little old, full of itself, and kind of stupid, even laughable.
I like The New York Times fashion reports. Eric Wilson recently observed that young men's fashion references were starting to revolve around themselves, and Cathy Horyn noted that in the age of tweeting straight off the catwalk, "lots of people just want to digest the experience of fashion without necessarily appreciating what makes a fashion new or interesting". I think Wilson and Horyn are right. A great deal of both men's and women's clothes I see on the catwalk look regurgitated and overly referenced. I, too, find myself unable to "digest" the fashion I see, but it is not because I am busy running to the next fashion show, but mostly because more often than not, there isn't anything new or interesting in it. It is February, and I am already sick and tired of the S/S 2011 looks, and I don't even read fashion magazines as passionately as I used to, and I don't read "fashion" blogs. I don't actually see fashion all that much, and it seems to me that the pulse of new fashion gets old as soon as I see it for the first time. I have taken one look at the F/W 2011 collection by Marc Jacobs, and I am already over it.
I am not your typical fashionista. I am no longer interested in trends, and a lot of the newer fashions that have found their way to my wardrobe have got there from the streets or style blogs rather than the catwalks. By the time catwalk-inspired clothes hit the stores, they seem redundant to me. I long for proper clothes: clothes that I can feel comfortable with for years to come. This doesn't mean I want "timeless every-woman classics" - it means that I want to see something interesting, something innovative, something that does not look like it is made for the fast and the furious. Clearly the fashion week is not the place to find this, because not only are the consumers of quick trends fickle, the designers are fickle, too. It seems that the reason I follow the fashion week is the same reason why I found myself watching an episode of The Bachelor yesterday: there is something tragically interesting in fast wreckage and lost cause.
Friday, 11 February 2011
Thursday, 10 February 2011
Since I concluded a little while ago that the myth of the frontier cowgirl is strong in the US, I figured that I needed to get me some boots.
So far no superpowers have emerged, apart from the ones I already have (you know, the kick-ass personality and all that).
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
The interesting thing is that it turns out that the internet is full of snake necklaces, and they tend to be very inexpensive. Mine is old, unevenly tarnished, and a lot thicker than the ones that sell on eBay for a couple of dollars. If I had known that these types of necklaces were available in abundance, I would have probably settled for something less perfect, something cheap. The desire to get what you think you want immediately is at the heart of the success of the copycat highstreet franchise. Why save your pennies for years to buy a designer handbag, when you can get an imitation at Zara for $50? The same idea applies to those of us who have been trapped in the loop of buying tons of second hand clothes. I am sure I am not the only one who has been looking for the perfect circle skirt at the thrift store, only to end up buying five "nice" ones that I don't even wear.
Monday, 7 February 2011
Even if it wasn't for the promise I made to the shelter, I wouldn't let our cats out. I am too afraid that something would happen to them. Not too long ago, while waiting for our turn at the vet, a lady walked in with a cat whose cries were the most desperate I have ever heard. The poor kitty had been hit by a car. Last fall someone in our town found a cat with an arrow shot through its body. A local animal shelter tried to save the cat, but they did not succeed.