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I’ve been unnecessarily absent for a myriad of reasons, one of which is because I’ve been working on this play! Please help advertise, we feel watching this at Pentameters is like watching a play in someone’s attic.
“Cate Blanchett is mesmerizing. I don’t know why. It’s beyond my understanding. Why we all want to work with her is she elevates the rest of us. She’s just got some ethereal grace and elegance that’s beyond me, and an acute understanding of human nature. She’s just exquisite. She’s otherworldly.” — Brad PittHappy Birthday Catherine Élise “Cate” Blanchett | May 14, 1969
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
— Unlikely advice from Bilbo Baggins
Colour photographs of Egypt, ca. 1920.
Autochromes taken by Gervais Courtellemont and W. Robert Moore for National Geographic.
My French mother, Ginger (Geraldine) Geoffroy has just returned from Egypt and is gushing over the experience. Her anecdotes have me dreaming about Egypt myself and wandering through beautiful autochromes. Have I mentioned my autochrome-obsession?
I dream of flowers in the midst of Reading Period (another case of self-indulgent Harvard jargon denoting the two week exam period and break from formal class). The floral be-patterned Erdem trend is having me gush over the flush of my European Summer.
Dear V, shall we down the rest of my Summer, post-Germany, in some far-flung Mediterranean villa with a decrepit piano, a sanguine, quick-tempered housekeeper and far too many tuscan temptations…or shall we aim for the clean and verdant northern climes where conversational walking, historical delights and vegan fettishes will be the order of the day…
I’m not usually one to profusely rant about plays (let me think about that), but if you are in London and are wanting to dabble in some culture then I earnestly beseech you to see The Arrest of Ai Wei Wei at Hampstead Theatre until the 18th of May. A somewhat parred back recount of Wei Wei’s arrest in Hong Kong, it skilfully manages to balance hard core politics with the sentimental sincerity of his work without seeming preachy or trite in the process. It really is an example of fantastic direction, acting and artistic vision and for £15, it shines a beacon upon the importance of changing art with a changing world and our society’s preoccupation with retrospect as we ironically seem to be looking forward.
Frédéric Chopin, Preludes, Op. 28: № 19 in E-flat major
[Maurizio Pollini]Nothing like Chopin to enliven the soul and transport it from the earthly cares of exams, packing and the like
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More photo porn, la grande place aux Bruxelles. I jumped on the Eurostar this morning, rebooked my hostel in a taxi and am currently eating champagne chocolate in some markets by some Tin Tin graffiti.