Let’s do something weird to kick off the week, shall we!? And we’re getting in the mood with this sexy video for “Helena Bonham Carter” by Liam Finn. Keep your eyes peeled for Miley, Marilyn, Gaga, Warhol, and friends.
We are SO JAZZED about this film. Alex Ross Perry’s third effort opens today and we’re dying to see it, and you should be too! HERE’S WHY:
1. It looks beautiful.
We want to frame every shot from this movie and hang it all over our houses. It dazzles, but there’s a solidity there too; it has heft.
It’s that time again! Time to say hi and hello to another one of our own, Suzy Walter, the closest thing to a Disney princess come to life, the adventurous kind, with clouds of hair like pale fire trailing behind her as she rides her bicycle and kayaks, flings around kettle bells and camps on the beach, and reads and works really hard and tries new foods and challenges herself and inspires us to do the same, always.
As we ourselves move across this great state, from the coast ever-inward to Raleigh and who knows where and what else we might have in store (!), we should also acquaint ourselves cozily with the rest NC has to offer, and we’re starting with barbecue.
With the Internet happily awash with the news of Twin Peaks returning to television, with originals David Lynch and Mark Frost and, reportedly, many other cast members, already attached, we see no reason to not show you this excellent article from Flavorwire on why our other favorite show, Gilmore Girls, is maybe a not-so-secret Twin Peaks tribute show.
It just got startlingly cold here. Crispy. The sky is always a either a cracking, trumpeting blue or a fine, hobbity mist, and the pears are ripe-riper-ripest. As an antidote and a welcome to truly chilly autumn weather, can we suggest a FALLTERNATIVE cocktail for brunch, as the sun sets and frosts settles over mimosa town?!
It’s not everyday we find money in a book. We have friends who have, discovered crisp tens pinned to the inside cover on the way home from the library, with notes saying, “pay it forward,” or “everyone needs a little pocket change,” or, folded and paled with age, twenties pressed in antique books in dusty old shops. Once, even hundreds stuffed in an envelope in a book bought at an estate sale. We slaver at these stories, confounded and hopeful. Couldn’t it happen to us?! Just one time!? And yesterday, it did.