Springsteen Thursday:

A collage for you.  And me.  My mother in ‘68.

Favorite ways to whittle away hours of good writing time:

Lookbook: where a bajillion fashion obsessed teens and twenty-somethings post outfit pics from their personal blogs.  This site is like fashion crack.  I have wasted hours of my life scrolling through photos of girls in six inch platform clogs and boys in white linen suits and saddle shoes.

The Sartorialist: where i found this glorious photo:

Photo taken from The Sartorialist.

Who is this wickedly stylish man and why don’t more dudes dress like him??

Liebemarlene Vintage: where blogger Rhiannon Leifheit keeps a daily diary of all her pretty, perfect outfits. How i long to roll out of bed each morning and slip into adorable vintage separates and wooden heels!  Look! She’s a doll:

Photos taken from Liebemarlene Vintage

And too, was she named for the Fleetwood Mac song Rhiannon?  Who doesn’t want to be named after a sexy 70s pop song?

& lastly, the Swedish Hasbeens website: where i’ve spent months lusting after primary colored clogs.  An obsession i can’t quite justify.  Or shake.  I own one precious pair.  These are them:

Photo taken from the Swedish Hasbeens website.

I watch them nightly.  Everyday the leather gets the teensiest bit darker.  I have to resist the weekly urge to purchase another pair.  I spend my writing breaks perusing the Hasbeens site, thinking in circles: Can i afford more? No. When/where will i wear these? Never/nowhere (because, hello, I work from home.  I barely get use out of the pair i have now.  Also, 4 inch platforms?  Not the most practical everyday shoe for a girl of my stature.).

Next week on the blog:  a post about fish tail braids and renaissance hairdos??  Possibly!  Thrilling, right?  Just you wait.

My friend Jade and I made a book trailer for the paperback release of Nothing Like You. We’re about three weeks overdue with this guy — but that’s what happens when you’ve never made a video before and you stumble blindly into a billion and one teensy obstacles.  Anyways.  Here it is!  Our vid’s big debut:

Does anyone remember that scene in Moonlight Mile, where a grieving Jake Gyllenhaal (out at a neighborhood bar with friends of his dead fiancee) pops a dime into the jukebox and plays Moonlight Mile, the Rolling Stones song???  And he’s just standing there feeling the music, and, me too, I am feeling the music, and then Ellen Pompeo appears out of nowhere and suddenly they’re slow dancing, like, super intensely?   Ring any bells? Does this actually happen?  Has anyone ever gone up to a super sad guy in a bar that maybe they’ve met once, and silently, forcefully, pulled him into a sleepy waltz?

This scene is fresh in my mind (thanks to Netflix streaming!) and it’s got me wondering about pretty, pretty movie moments that happen between quirky characters in bars.  Also, it’s got me thinking about how easily I am manipulated by music.  I mean, JUST LISTEN TO THIS SONG:

Sneaky, right?  You feel things now, don’t you??

P.S. The images in this video are very beautiful.  But also?  They freak me out.  If they freak you out too — look away.

This weekend I watched:

Women In Love (1969). This bizarro Ken Russell movie based on Women In Love, the D.H. Lawrence novel I’ve never read.  This thing is a supreme and incredible creation!  It has coal mining, interpretive dance, creepy narcissists, a nude (but entirely platonic) male wrestling scene, mod styles masquerading as 20s fashions, and a German ski lodge!  Weird-wise, it rivals only Secret Ceremony (1968), my other favorite 60s drama — in which a young Mia Farrow meets an older Elizabeth Taylor, and takes her home, convinced she’s her long dead mother.  Here, watch:

So good!  They don’t make ‘em like they used to.