80's/90's Movie Blitz

Heathers

Say Anything

Pretty In Pink

Reality Bites

Sixteen Candles

The Breakfast Club

Can't Buy Me Love

These are the movies that shaped my existence.  I love them and they are like old friends when I watch them.  I didn't include 'Labyrinth' and a few others that are somewhat embarrassing.  But you are free to draw your own conclusions.  Did I leave any out?  (I never liked Weird Science - so don't bother suggesting that one....)  Happy Saturday everyone.  She's a' snowin' out here in MTL.  Off to the library I go......xoxo

iPhone 4

I know I am like the most predictable person EVER to say that I want this phone.....but I WANT this phone.  I've had a blackberry for a long time....and it's been great, but, this phone is speaking to me.....giving me some 'facetime'.  Ok, sorry, I just punned you guys out of this world....but STILL!!!!  Or is that a pun or just a play on words.....ha, nonetheless, ain't she a bute!!!  So, if anyone knows anyone who wants to buy my blackberry off of me, for a good price of course, let me know.....

Christian Dior SP'11 Couture

Ok....breathe Amanda......let's start with the incredible hats.  KUDOS to Stephen Jones.  Millinery extraordinaire.  Absolutely stunning arc's and use of textures.

Now...onto the goods.  Definite 'New Look' exploding all over these stunning silhouettes.  Full skirts with enough tulle to last me a lifetime.  Cinched waist.  Red, red. red.  Even red eyebrows because it wouldn't be John Galliano if he didn't push a few boundaries.  Candy apple red lips with HIGH gloss.  There are tons more pic's on Style.com.  There is a major 'Mad Men' vibe going on here. 

Other influences of note, rather pop culture references {who knows who is taking lead from who}, Marie Antoinette {Sofia Coppola}, Marchesa, Dita Von Teese, etc.

Now, I hope you babies know by now how much a couture show gets me going....but, particularly John Galliano sure knows how to get my knickers in a twist.  In the best possible way.  His pose at the end of the show...check his structure.  Ahhhhhhhh......a man after my heart.  {don't be sad Hank, you're still my number one lover!} He is always on point.  Articulating his vision impeccably. 

Sam Edelman

Zoyla - Sam Edelman.  heart, heart, heart......you will be mine, oh yes....you will.  A little Wayne's World humor for ya on this chilly Monday morn.....keep it real babies.  xoxo

Bliss

i do not want to be the meat
i do not want to be the potatoes
i do not want to be the vegetables

i want to be the gravy

our relationship will not 'complete' you
it will not fulfill your need to live
it will not give you a reason to get up in the morning

it will be a partnership
it will be a love
like no other

keep your eye on my finger and listen to the sound of my voice

i want to know all of your secrets
and keep them safe
i want to hold you in my arms
in support of your tired bones
i want to whisper in your ear
of my travels and heights of my heart
and you just listen
i want our hearts to hum the same melody
but have different lyrics

there is no room for resentment
in this space
there is no expectations
of dependancy
this is the place where we
exhale at the same rate of breath
where our ribs
rise and fall
like the seasons change
like the light changes from red to blue
like the muscles receive
strength
from those that are exercised the most
and lend to the ones that don't

my eyes are secretly
{and not so secretly}
drawn to your swelling presence
every time we are in the same room
like a crescendo of remembrance

my nose sniffs your warmth
that the wind carries my way
when we are a part

and when we decide to stay in
we don't mind a bit
because our laughter cradles us
as the evening turns into night
and rocks us into the early morning sunrise

and on Sundays we will turn our cell phones off
and listen to Bruce Springsteen all day long
the cats and dogs will figure eight between our legs
and the house will smell of fresh laundry
clean sheets
lavender linen water
windows open
food a cookin'
you will come up behind me
occasionally
and kiss me on my neck
and that will be enough
until the day turns to evening
which then turns into night
and then
we will do it
all
over again

Pretty in Pink - Designer Giles Spring / Summer 2011 RTW

Giles S2011 RTW - Maybe I'm feeling nostalgic today....but this collection reminds me of an updated version of all the different dresses Molly Ringwald gets when she reconstructs her prom dress, except MY twisted version.  All the different shades of pink and blush.....*sigh.  Play:  Try A Little Tenderness - Otis Redding

Led Zeppelin - 101st Post

I remember the first time a boy every put his hand on my thigh.  We were at a party at a mutual friends house.  I was a virgin.  He was not.  And he was the cutest boy I had ever seen.  Blue eyes.  Slim build.  Tanned skin.  Kind smile.  'Since I've Been Lovin' You' was playing on the stereo.  He tapped his hand to the beat on my denim covered leg.  Flared.  Birkenstocks.  Flower in my hair.  Cotton poplin peasant top with ruching around the neck and hem.  Tiny flowers embroidered haphazardly.  His tongue tasted like Budweiser and his breath always smelled sweet.  I was 15 and he always had holes in his jeans in the way that brands try to emulate today.  He was nice.  He was such a gentleman.  He wore his wallet in his back pocket.  And at the corners of it was where the fabric was worn thin. 

My inherent love for them will forever be unparalleled.  I have such an emotional attachment to this band.  Their music.  The memories and love is on automatic recall when I hear them.  It never gets old.  And other people that I meet that love them - most of the time - I automatically love.   This music reminds me of firsts.  The first time I french kissed a boy and liked it.  The first time I had a group of friends and loved them.  The first time I felt at home not at home.  The first time I cried over heartache and felt it.  The first time I had a bonfire and watched it.  The first time I made memories that I remember to this day.  The first time I had a crush on someone that never had a crush on me back.  The first time I heard 'Houses of the Holy'.  It was incendiary.  And still is.....

Led Zeppelin, to me, is like that buzz that you get about drink 3 or 4.  All bashful smiles.  Sunshine.  Freshly cut grass.  A few bucks in your pocket.  Long weekend.  You're wearing your most comfortable, favorite jeans with a basic white tee.  And you just found out that boy you like, likes you back.  And he's gonna be at the party tonight....ahhhh, those were the days.

Mix Tape

"Rob: The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don't wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules. Anyway... I've started to make a tape... in my head... for Laura. Full of stuff she likes. Full of stuff that make her happy. For the first time I can sort of see how that is done."

Forces of Nature

"Never forget her birthday. Make a really, really big deal out of it. After sex hold her for a little while, you know, talk to her like a human being. Oh, and do not wear socks to bed. No socks to bed cuz you might not be all that attractive to begin with. Always, always side with her in an argument with your mother. Listen to her like you mean it. Supportiveness is a really, really sexy turn on. Never hit. And um, no matter what annoying habits she has, realize that shes dealing with a huge mountain of imperfections every day so you might just want to let it go." - Forces of Nature {1999}

The List

Since the xmas break has been over I have been thinking a lot about what I would like my life to look like and what it actually looks like.  {Just for the record, I hate the word 'resolution' and it's connotations}  What changes I would like to implement to further enhance my happiness and instigate truth and love to be of the utmost priority spearheading my life.  I have been touching base with my best friends.  Visiting their homes.  Talking out our lives.  Talking about changes.

And something that has been glaringly obvious is how grateful I am for the amazing friends and family that put up with me....and love me anyways.  My neurosis are plenty but hardly permanent.

The above pictures fill my heart with warmth.  Security.  Hope.  And the belief that we all yearn for the same things.  We all feel the same sadnesses.  We all bruise.  We all make mistakes.  We all recover.  We all revel in the process.  That whole:  it's not the destination, it's the journey.....rings so true.  Even when all it feels like I am searching for right now are answers and for someone to define exactly what I am going through and how I feel.  'And every pop song on the radio is suddenly speaking to me.'  And every heartfelt greeting card was written for me.

So, I decided to make a list:

1. Less refined sugar, more soul sugar
2. Listen
3.  Read
     a - books
4. One new album by an artist/group that I have never heard before per month
5. Career direction more concise
     a - just do it Amanda.
6. Take pictures
7. Be easy on my 'lil aging self
8.  Get busy livin' or get busy dyin'
9. Smile.....more
    a - laugh......more
10. Always protect myself - Million Dollar Baby
11.  Although Cool Hand Luke is one of my favorite movies, sometime nuthin' ain't a real cool hand
12.  Simplify, simplify, simplify.
13.  More green vegetables.....maybe this is where my Magic Bullet will come in handy....
14. Take a dance class of some kind
15. Buy a decent suit
16. Be bold.  Do not be afraid to fall in love again....

Sunday Playlist

Here's some morsels of love for you babies on a Sunday afternoon.  Bright.  Awake.  Slow jams and a few fast ones for some sweet, sweet motivation.

Rebecca Minkoff

Rebecca Minkoff Nikki Hobo $475

Ok, so, I'm sure I'm SO late on this one....but STILL!!!  I have been on the hunt for a basic, everyday black handbag.  A staple in my wardrobe.  And everytime I find one that I love, I run it into the ground until it's practically being held together by duck tape....I stumbled across this Rebecca Minkoff handbag in an old issue of Lou Lou Magazine.  Ain't she a beaut?!?!

Abbey Drucker Photography

The National



Steve Buscemi



Zooey Deschenel



Ryan Kwanten aka Man Candy...guh

 Stumbled across this photographer via Jamie King's twitter.....yea, I'm all up in the twitter nut.  Tee Hee.  Her name is Abbey Drucker.  She has a respectable celebrity roster and a bunch of beautifully composed shots.  My new obsession with photography has been blowing the wind in an artist direction....I could be so lucky.  Much respect.

Burial

almost

1st step



there





today i will bury
all the regrets
all the sadness
and i will
notice
the
red balloons

i will notice

the child
climbing
struggling
with that one
goal
to reach above ground
armed with his
boots
toque
coat
and mitts
he has no fear

i shall take this fearlessness
and allow it
to land on my skin
like a million
butterflies
with their
ink dot stickiness
on their tiny
legs
and i will close my eyes
and trust my heart
and trust my reasoning
and trust my thoughts

and i will open my arms
to feel the sunshine
on my skin
my limbs and phalanges
will branch up
to the sky
like the spires of the steeple
and give thanks
to the many blessed
loves
i have loved
and have taught me how to love
myself
right back.

and if i could sing
myself a song today
i will
and it will be like
my own private serenade
in melody
caressing
my curves
humming
my broad shoulders
harmonizing
my pale skin
touching
my short nails

giving thanks and respect
to all the bits
that make me
me
and revelling
in all the reasoning
behind mother nature's plan
breath
my purpose in
to internalize
it's perfect chaos
and
exhaling
with trust
and love
for it is this beauty
that seeks me
and
i
it.

Russian Doll Ring

Peeped this website, nOir Jewelry, via BLEACHBLACK this fine January morning.  How cute is this ring!?!  Reminds me of my Ukrainian roots....it's only a cool $225 USD.  He he he...

Givenchy by Riccardo Tisci

See above dress with above topper, shoes, ray ban aviators and bling ring.  I'd rock that.  And so well too.  Wishful thinking.....ahhh, to be in a perfect climate and have somewhere to wear this outfit.  Roccoco.

In The Cut

i tip toe
over the mangled
limbs
pieces of
history
pieces of yesterday

{respectfully so}

careful not to
put my foot
right in it

prowling through
all the portions
of contrasting divides
the division
between you and i
between here and there
between
today
and tomorrow

i peer
through the looking glass
at the
thoughts
that are left
after what was taken
and what was given

to see my
perfect imperfections
that reflect
the love that i have
for you
all
and the spirituality
that connects
us all
under the same
chromakey blue sky

the heights in which
my heart soars
the depths in which
my soul feels
unites us
in the common
throat
our collective
strain
in our veins
our collective scream
in our speak
is in the same intonations
and you can
rest assured
that i remember
everything that you said
and i remember every
nuance

and by the by
i miss you.
but i won't indulge myself.
or your ego
because
it's your turn
to do something
drastically romantic
to stand outside my window
with a boombox in your hand
{In Your Eyes - Peter Gabriel}
to write me a letter
and send it
to sing me a song
and mean it
to act on an impulse
and be it
to be born a lion
and scream it
cause i've been living that dream for years
and it is
in fact
all that it's cracked up to be
but more importantly
that little voice
told you not to
lied

and when you finally get here
fear will hit you
your heart will pound
with anxiety
your pores will
be pregnant with water
your feet will stop moving

but you will anyways
because you are hopelessly
romantic
and i know it
and you know it
and you will
want to scream it
when i sock it to you
knock you out
with my green eyes
and my strong arm
of love
and light

"Troy Dyer: There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. "