Happy easter

Eat lots of eggs.

Lynchonian

Natasha's post got me thinking about another kind of Lynch I appreciate. I love the colourful sultry ladies of Lynch and Tretchikoff. There is something timeless, alluring and sexy about them. Cult classics that leave GHD's, fake tans and designer bags for dust, they promote an older ethos of beauty.

Lynchian

writer, lyricist, director, feature films, independent films, short films, tv series, music videos, installation, sculpture, visual designer, set designer, furniture designer, website designer, transcendental meditator, weather reporter and avid coffee drinker.

David Lynch creates nightmarish, dreamlike work ... and I love it. I don't pretend to have understood Mulholland Drive, Eraserhead still terrifies me and he turned one of my all time favorite sci-fi novels into a really bad movie but regardless, I continue to re-watch these movies religiously, Lost Highway remains one of my all time favorite films to date, I'm addicted to his interview project and I can't help but so highly respect someone so unafraid to express themself through such unorthodox means.

Dirty old man

"Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them."

I wouldn't say Bukowski was a bag of sunshine, or particularly optimistic. He was a drunk, womaniser, gambler and made no excuses for how he chose to be and the life he chose to live. For his honesty, I can't help but love him. He wrote plainly and frankly appealing to a whole new generation of writers. His subject: the ordinary lives of poor America. He was among the first group of writers to focus their attention to what played out directly before them. Time magazine described him as "a laureate of American lowlife."

Working for over a decade as a filing clerk, and spending various stages of his life highly drunk, he makes for an unlikely success story. He began full time writing at 49 saying "I have one of two choices — stay in the post office and go crazy ... or stay out here and play at writer and starve. I have decided to starve."

Make it a good one

*photos reblogged from kissez

I could just be getting creepy and voyeuristic due to the distinct lack of it myself these days, but gosh I like to see a cute couple engaging in a kiss. And obviously so do the crew over at kissez.

I'm a firm believer that a kiss is never just a kiss.

Postcards

Maps got me thinking about postcards.

My Moose and Poose have been sending me postcards from where ever the wind has taken them since I could successfully interpret my Moose's old school handwritten scrawl (which I love, handwriting; a lost art for another post).

Whether they've nipped down south or popped over the ditch, I can always expect and eagerly await a handwritten postcard from them. I've collected and kept all these postcards over the years and collectively they are a map of not only my Grandparents travels, but of their limitless love.

A parallel universe

Sometimes I think Zoe Strauss must be living in a parallel universe, photographing subjects from distant planets. Incidentally it is just us crazy humans. Oh my. You can can check out her blog here.

Maps

Although I have a terrible sense of direction, I love a good map. It brings back feelings of travel, musty books, grandparents long forgotten adventures, treasure hunts and at very least, something beautiful to pin on your wall.

By candle light

Earth hour was this weekend and at the last minute my flatmates and I decided to pull out the candles and participate. Traipsing around the house with only a candle to light my way made me feel very 'ye olde world' and by golly my flatmates looked all the sexier in the soft subtle lighting. My dear friend donned the seediest velvet shirt I have ever laid my eyes upon, chosen especially for our romantic candle light foray as we sat around drinking wine, talking and listening to music.

So fresh and so clean

RJ Shaughnessy, master of the camera lense