angela & jordan

Fifteen years later...

(image via nymag)

Angela Chase and Jordan Catalano at the Elle Fashion Awards in London.

no words

There are no words to describe how terrifying this image is to me.

(image via Apartment Therapy)

Look at it trying to kill me.

true story

When I was 13, one of my best friends, a girl called Jenny, wrote down the lyrics to this song on notebook paper and left it in my locker.

I felt so wanted.

a question

Tomorrow I start pilates with a nice young instructor called Maurício.

Is red lipstick too much?

men in skates

Olympic gold medalist Evan Lysacek (U.S.A.)...

and Olympic silver medalist Yevgeny Plushenko (Russia).

(images via Reuters)

There's something about men in full bodysuits gliding on ice.

oh, william

(image via Mail Online)

What the hell happened?

paris and beer

I'm sitting on the sofa, waiting for the Carnaval parade in Rio to come on TV.

Then a commercial for Brazilian beer Devassa appears, featuring Paris Hilton .

The slogan is "bem loura". Or "really blond". You know. Blond, beer.

Whatever.

R.I.P.

(image via here)

her madge in SP

Madonna was in São Paulo yesterday. She met with Governor José Serra.

(image via O Globo)

She'll be in Rio for Carnaval.

I love you, Madonna.

back with a vengeance

Not really, I'm just back.

The weekend following Carnaval - which is next week - myself, the Sister and L. are going to be doing this:

L. sent me these pictures so that I had a real idea of what we were in for.

Looking at the images, I don't quite recall why I agreed to do this. But if I fall off the boat, crack my head open on a rock and DIE, it was nice to meet you.

the xx

I'm going away today to visit the parents. I'll be back.

In other news, I'm surprised at how much I'm into this song by The xx.

i'm just going to say it

I like Victoria Beckham's collection. I do. It's consistent with her style, you can see her in it. That's all you can really ask for. Consistency with who you are.

I would wear any one of these.

(images via Victoria Beckham)

Who ever thought that she was the smart Spice Girl.

1:21 a.m.

Rare is the day when I go to bed before midnight. Sleeping early has never been my thing. I like the night; especially the deep hours into the night. Everything is sharp and crisp. The events of the previous day become clearer. And I am able to make decisions without the noise of everything and everyone else interfering.

Do you talk to yourself? I do, at night. Constantly. Sometimes things have to be said out loud, even if I am the only one hearing it.

Last year I had to make a decision about whether to continue seeing this guy. He was completely wrong for me. I knew it from the moment he kissed me. Holding his hand was a monumental chore. He was taller than me, so he would hoist my hand up to about mid-torso, his elbow bended. As if I were some child, being gently dragged along, my arm raised at an uncomfortable level. Who the hell holds hands like that. Tell me.

But I had been alone for a while and I thought that I had to tolerate his wrongness. You know, give it a try. Maybe I was wrong, I thought, and eventually would learn to properly trail alongside him in the streets of São Paulo.

I talked to myself about all of the above one night. It was around 3 a.m. when I realised that, fuck it, he is wrong. That I wanted someone who was a better fit. That being alone, talking to myself, was superior to being with the wrong person. I have always known that, yet let this awareness get lost. Why let that go? Just so you can be held at night? Hell, no. Wait for the better fit.

In the meantime, there's always television. And the night.

marlene

(image and quote via Old Hollywood)

"On the evolutionary purposes of women's hats:

'They can be great fun. And it is true that they can put a woman in a good mood. Anyone who laughs at this fact just knows nothing about the finer points of woman's capacity for survival.'

- Marlene Dietrich (photographed here in 1936's Desire)."

blade runner, 1982

(image via Movies in Frames)

what i like about coffee...

(image via we heart it)

... is that it makes me appreciate my life. For about half an hour.

madonna, detroit, 1976

(image via Rare Photos of Famous People)

my worst nightmare

Times a billion.