Brick-breaker

Today I was at Pet Habitat and there were little white kittens all hanging out in a big glass cage.
And two of them were especially fond of each other, hopping and gliding up against the other.
One of them looked like Frida, short-haired with a pointy little face and the other a baby white persian/himalayan kitten with baby blue eyes.
The himalayan really caught my eye. I'd climb mountains for that cat.
She had little eye crusties and was looking at me with a pet-store kind of bottom-lip-pout that gets me every time.
I stuck my pinky under the sticker that read,
"Do not stick anything, especially not fingers under the door".

She was just sweet.

Lay your body down and put this on your ceiling

Cecily Brown.
Theres something about her depiction of the naked body that is so satisfying. She doesn't lie about the shapes, she doesn't fake any flawless seams, she just crafts abstract expressionist globs of pure sex. Her figures tend to creep behind the dense structure of the paint, into forms reminiscent of Cezanne's, creating a dreamy elusiveness.
Her kaliedoscopic, anti-academic diatribes suggest sexual deviance while drawing limits for themselves, being shy - not telling the whole story. I think that even people who curse abstract expressionism can find appreciation for her work. It leaves a lot of room to put the pieces together for yourself, but not in a blindingly formless way like Pollock or even deKooning.

Some of her images remind me of watching interviews on the news wherein the person wants to remain anonymous so their face is blurred out. There's a strength paired with cowardice in those figures sometimes, and I feel like Brown does that with her art.

It's not about being explicit, raw and bloody dirty but about giving the viewer a simple outline, and allowing them to fill in the blanks, plug in their own fantasies, and turn it into something that really belongs to them.
Whatever it may be.

C-breeze

Alright summer, here I come. Time to watch every possible Charlotte Gainsbourg film imaginable.
Watch the six minute short film called "My Heart Laid Bare".
She narrates it beautifully.

(So I carry, I carry the flowers
the flowers that are dead in my hands
they wilt naturally. Understand
that today is the day
that we find out once and for all
Now you know I must leave here
You must let me stand or fall.)

Canvas too Clean

Today, everything seems to be dawning on me in a way that falsely inflates the meaning of them.
Like, everything I look at seems to be woven together in a way that quickly turns too philosphical.
I entered a very strange state of consciousness last night where I seemed to be right in that little groove between sleeping and being awake. I felt like I was in my bed and surrounded by a dozen pots and pans, all with different soups, as well as yam and potato dishes. They were all in and around my bed, and then when I thought I woke up, I was still trying to sift through the strange feeling of them being around me, I actually felt like I couldn't move or else I'd disturb their cooking process. Then I sort of slipped into this state where I thought I could actually sort of smell these dishes.
I want to be able to distinguish which things are the result of the physical properties of my brain and which are the workings of my mind and imagination.

They are separate.

All I know is that this is my last week of school, there are at least five really amazing movies that I have downloaded that I need to watch, at least 15 books that have been carefully selected to sit on my desk which I'm dying to read, and 50 kilometres of biking I want to do in the next month.
I keep trying to plan my next big step, but the only things that feel right seem to be the little ones.

Balmain

Amazing cuts as far as legs, chest and backs go.
There is lots of skin, LOTS of legs, and the way that the fabric falls tends not to be too tight or too loose, but just enough for a little bit of dream in between the skin and the garment.
I love it.
Lots of blacks, metallics, and earthys.
These are from the Ready to Wear line but the runway line is just as unreal.
Call me crazy but this season is still about chunky footwear.
Bring your docs and ankle boots to the beach!

Cerebellar Hypoplasia

The other day I was pulling out of a parking space on a street off Commercial Drive and my friend was like "Aw, look!"
And I looked to see this beautiful little striped white, black and grey cat with green eyes - so tender.
Then she started walking and she was lifting her feet really weirdly and quickly. It sort of looked like someone put double-sided tape on the bottom of her feet but she didn't look bothered by it.
Then the lady who owned her was like "Oh, thank you for slowing down, she has brain damage called Cerebellar Hypoplasia that affects her motor function" and I was like "Awww" in a really lame-ish tone because I didn't know what she was really talking about. But then I looked it up later, after reflecting on how adorable the kitty was and giggling and found this video.
These cats are often killed at a very young age because it is assumed by the owners that something is wrong with them, when in actuality, they are just fine! They lead lives like any other cat. Totally happy. And they probably make even happier owners because they appear really clumsy and adorable.
In the future if I ever look into fostering cats or adopting again, I'm going to seek out one with Cerebellar Hypoplasia.