So, here is how it goes, you tag five people on tumblr and if you are tagged you give five facts about yourself.
I was tagged by sylvysparrow, so here are my 5 facts (i’ll try to leave out the obvi’s. like, my zooey obsession):
at the end of 3rd grade, our teacher gave us superlative awards. i got ‘best handwriting.’ i really really wanted best artist though. the following summer, i asked my mom for a sketchpad and i would watch pappyland on TLC incessantly.
to this day, i’m not that great of a drawer.
i still remember my first ‘crush.’ 2nd (or maybe 3rd) grade. kayla pugh. she introduced me to no doubt’s tragic kingdom.
music and love have been one and the same ever since.
i love basketball. i used to play it all the time as a kid. now, i only really watch it during playoff season. in 7th grade, our basketball coach said something along the lines of “play nice…i don’t want to see any ‘suck its’ or anything like that.” (“suck it,” if you didn’t know can be explained here). during a game against italian kids, i did the “suck it” and got pulled from the game. it sucked.
i always tend to test the limits and ‘push buttons.’ this has gotten me into quite a bit of trouble over the years.
i feel more comfortable in a foreign country. it may or may not have to do with me being raised in a military family that moves around too much. it also may or may not have to do with the fact that i’m terribly introverted and the cultural/language barrier provide a sort of looking glass that i can peer through without feeling ‘exposed.’
i’m a harsh judge on matters of taste. but generally, i’d like to think i’m a nice and forgiving person. i’m still trying to figure out if that’s “fake” or not.
→ Krys (krystian): Krys is my twin. He’s artsy and unpretentious and pretty much one of my fave people right now. One day, when he ends up in jail in Seattle for creeping on Zooey Deschanel, I’m gonna bring him some starbucks coffee and a pen and journal so he can people-watch to his hearts content :P
first, a quick glance at some of fox searchlight’s lineup. just to give you an idea of what vein of movies they like to make (and hopefully you have their target demographic in mind (i will try my utmost hardest to not say the h-word))
juno. 500 days of summer. little miss sunshine. the wrestler. garden state. napoleon dynamite. paper heart.
most of these films have actors that more or less, “play themselves, or similar versions of themselves in a span of movies”
michael cera, ellen page being the main pillars of this “type.” zach braff. charlyne yi. even (heartbreakingly so) zooey.
has this been the demand for actors? some intensely researched demographic, where the analysts know that the demographic want to be able to identify with the actor via his/her roles?
is the appeal for actors-who-play-themselves a more authentic approach? is it creatively lazy?
either way, fox searchlight knows the power of identifiable branding, much like record labels try to sign acts that sound similar to/compliment certain styles of taste, which are a byproduct of an even more intensely-studied type of lifestyle.
it is important to note that hollywood sees it’s acting talent as a product, and as a smart consumer, you should too. so what does the ilk of fox searchlight’s acting talent say about its target demographic?
“michael cera represents a woman’s desire to ’settle’ for a guy who isn’t handsome, but might be quirky, and allegedly ‘funnie’. he will do things for you like ‘make you a mix tape on an actual tape’ even though you don’t have a cassette player, and ‘bring u shitty gifts’ that u are able to consider ‘meaningful.’ guess that might be why general bros h8 him–general bros are not willing to ‘be comfortable with who they are’ enough to find some sort of happiness with a girl who is clearly ’settling for u.’”
this is a statement based on the assumption that women watching michael cera are typically women who
have a set group of different, yet collectively similar girls who spend their weekends first gathering at one of said girl’s apartments and then off to some trendy restaurant to discuss gossip (of both local and tabloid proportions), eat trendy meals, and down trendy drinks. all of course, with a camera to document the absolute trendiness of their oh-so-fabulous lives (which they later blog via their weapon of choice/ammunition).
depending on the amount of drinks and the surrounding circumstances, said girl’s group will have a collective of memories which they will continue to recycle, perpetuating their sense of fabulous camaraderie and oh-so-genuine love for one another.
but i digress. at least one of the girls in the group is going to identify with/ pine for the michael cera prototype. she may not be the kind of girl who can nab that alpha male GQ prototype, so she settles for his slacker/quirkster/awkward-but-charming aesthetic. or maybe, she’s aware of the hunt for alpha male and opts for an alternative.
charlene yi is the mirror of this for men. substituting trendy restaurants for gyms and bars, depending on the brand of bro-dom.
zooey is the manifestation of the target demographic’s ideal being. purposely unattainable, she is the ultimate tease. an ideal quirky pixie who is so-cute-it’s-disgusting, target demographic males can’t help but admire some facet of her carefully constructed brand. she bridges target demographic’s love/tastes for music/film/fashion. her brand is a reworking of vintage sensibilities, which girls aim to mimic by perusing thrift stores and record stores.
point being, this all reinforces the 20something’s chase/game of tag. these movies (both ideally and realistically) provide a sense of direction for our lost generation. a generation who is constantly reworking and reimagining their understanding of love while having to deal with the social/financial expectations of their demographic.
paper heart is an exact study of this so-called sense of blurred love that permeates the sensibilities of the 20something demographic. stories of how various couples found love are illustrated in a dreamy lo-fi manner - a perfect example of the overly idealistic assumptions and pressures we place on love. charlene’s assertions of not knowing what love is, come off as ingenuine and clearly allude to a girl who has tried gallantly to scuplt an image of love but has been unsuccessful in doing so. In failing, she denies ever trying, playing oblivious and substituting her angst with awkward humor.
at film’s end, there is no sense of fulfillment or an answer to the target demographic’s blurred and pixelated sense of love. charlene’s character recites an overly-used albeit enthusiastic plea to ‘seize life!’ and rides off into the dreamy lo-fi paper-constructed sun.
“life is like a box of crayons. most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. i fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though i’ve got a few missing. it’s ok though, because i’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. i have a bit of a problem though in that i can only meet the 8-color boxes. does anyone else have that problem? i mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when i meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. i’m like, “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like, “oh, you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and i’m like, “no - i want magenta!”—john mayer
Have you ever wanted to videotape/photograph someone or something, but felt awkward pointing your camera at them? Well then this is the lens for you! I wouldn’t call this item creepy, I’d say its sneaky. haha
- woke up. watched the ucf bowl game vs rutgers (they actually televised it here, crazy). we lost, obviously.
- sushi. seeing all those tasty cuts of fish rotate over and over is such a tease. i prevailed though. vegetarian two months strong!
- uniqlo. i freaking love this store. and the fact that the staff recognizes me. honestly, over half my clothes are from this store. copped some flannel and v-neck sweaters. and CORDUROYS. i freaking love them. gonna need more.
- awesome bakery. looked like the north pole in there. best blueberry cheesecake of life.
- it’s only 530pm on a sunday. just gonna nap and find something else to do! pictures soon
A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking Jack and Coke all morning. She can make you feel high full of the single greatest commodity known to man - promise. Promise of a better day. Promise of a greater hope. Promise of a new tomorrow. This particular aura can be found in the gait of a beautiful girl. In her smile, in her soul, the way she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's going to be okay. The supermodels, Willy? That's all they are. Bottled promise. Scenes from a brand new day. Hope dancing in stiletto heels.
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