On…. some music

I’ve been writing something set in the 1990s, and revisiting some of the music I LOVED then.

I have probably posted some of these before, but to hell with it, I’m posting them again. Turn the volume up, babycakes. Enjoy.

 

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On… HOT TUB TIME MACHINE 2

I loved HOT TUB TIME MACHINE. (Except for all the damn boobs. COME ON. I am so over seeing boobs for no reason. Show me some damn scrotum.) (Kidding. Please do not show me any scrotum. No one wants to see that shit, they really only exist as portable stress toys for the owner to jiggle. If anything, show me a penis.) (But only a nice one.) (No, you know what, I don’t want to see a penis either. Let’s pretend this conversation never happened.)

ANYWAY. This trailer for HOT TUB TIME MACHINE 2  made me laugh like a fucking maniac.

Can’t wait.

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On… Life Partners

Well THIS looks interesting. A female-friendship comedy. You know how much that fries my burger by now.

This from IndieWire:

“In an interview with Women And Hollywood, Fogel expressed a fascination with female friendships. “They seem defined by a combination of codependent intimacy and subtle, constant passive-aggressiveness,” she said. “And more generally, as a director I was excited about telling a story where the women are layered protagonists: witty without being glib, emotional without being overly vulnerable, or letting a dude define their self-worth. On a related note, the idea of normalizing a best friendship between a lesbian and a straight girl without overly politicizing their sexualities felt exciting and true to the zeitgeist now.”

 

 

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On… a new lipstick

Every year it gets to this time and I think yay, can’t wait to wear boots and jeans and jackets every day. I lived in London for 11 years and became conditioned to be happiest when it’s grey and chilly. (But not snowing. This New York snow thing is seriously sartorially challenging.)

And I also think, yay, red lipstick.

Two years ago I was all about Lady Danger by MAC. It’s a perfect, Diane-Kruger-in-Inglourious-Basterds red, bright and matte and beautiful.

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Last year I wanted a dark red, and discovered Bloodroses by Kevyn Aucoin. I think I even posted about it. I thought it was amazing. Rich, bloody, dramatic.

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But then a few weeks ago, I tried on Bloodroses and, like seeing an old boyfriend, thought: how the fuck did I ever think that was good for me?

I wanted a lipstick that was red-BLACK, emphasis on the black, with – and this is important – no purple or berry in it. Something that I could wear without lipliner, without any other make up and still look like I’d made an effort, and something that really lasted and wasn’t too matte, shiny, slippery, or drying. And dark, dark, dark.

So last week I went to Bloomingdales and Sephora and swatched every single dark red they had. (If I’d been truly dedicated to the cause I would have gone to Saks and Barneys but only had an hour and didn’t want to venture beyond Soho. Also I am quite lazy.)

Anyway, I found it.

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Bramble by Bite.

Knock yourselves out, ladies. (Sorry gents. Next post will be unisex. Pinkie swear.)

 

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On…. a Sunday morning song

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On… OUTLANDER

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OUTLANDER by Diana Galbadon.

Obsessed doesn’t even begin to cover it.

I’m not a historical romance kind of person. In fact, I rarely read romance at all, as most of it makes me cringe. But this book has TAKEN OVER MY LIFE. Every day when I’m writing or with the babies or whatever, all I think is: I’d rather be reading Outlander. It’s so good. And it’s even funny in places. I didn’t think historical romances could ever be funny. I was wrong.

It’s a TV series on Starz now. I haven’t watched it yet. But I will.

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Oh. Yes. I. Will.

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On… St. Vincent

Can’t wait to see this movie.

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