4:04 p.m. - 2003-11-11
dodging responsibility
Today is the day I should be working my ass off. I've only been up for a few hours and I have managed to waste ALL OF THEM. For example, I spent the last hour looking for a new template for this diary. Whee! Didn't really find one that tickled my fancy and I'm not well-versed enough to really do it myself. Soooon.
In the spirit of time-wasting, I'm going to make a list of things I am obsessed with right now. If I were feeling more pretentious, I'd call it an it-list. From an it-boy. But I won't.
Ludivine Sagnier
Swimming Pool sex kitten. I first took note of her in Ozon's earlier works, Water Drops on Burning Rocks aand Eight Women. She was good, but seeing her morph into Julie in SP...yegods. She is sex on a fucking stick and totally stole the movie from Rampling, who gave an amazing but more guarded performance. Basically, Luds (as I call her) is fucking HOT and struts her hot self around the movie. And she appears in Esquire and Vanity Fair this month, in two different but equally sexuous incarnations.
The Thrills
Now that my hearing is back, I have been listening to their album, So Much for the City nonstop. Comparisons could be made to numerous legendary bands, but it really undercuts how wonderful and unique this album is. It's so much more evocative and complicated than a lot of indie pop I've been inundating myself with lately. They're sort of like what I hoped the Shins would be (I love the Shins, but in a more chaste, distant way). The Thrills manage to be sincere without getting schmaltzy and borrow from a dizzying number of genres - britpoprock, bits of bluegrass twang, the frivolity of beach music. Their album is an odd, semi-bitter love letter to SoCal and is absolutely hypnotic. I'm obviously not a music reviewer, so just buy it.
Ryan Adams
Yeah, I know, could I be any more on the bandwagon? I'm just starting to get into Mr. Adams, but I think lloR n kcoR is a fucking great album. It's less y'allternative, more approachably poppy without getting annoyingly played out. Lots of charisma. And Parker Posey is an executive producer.
Chloe Sevigny
Mostly, I just think we should be best friends when I move to New York. In the most shallow way possible. Call me, babe, I need to get my vicodin refilled. Also, we have a lot in common. For example, I just appeared in my ex-boyfriend's movie where I gave him a blowjob on film. She did too!
Carnivale
I just read an article on Salon (glance down) on Carnivale, stating it was too impossibly gloomy for anyone to watch. That nothing good every really happened to any one. That is was doing too much with too little time remaining. Naturally I agreed, but the obsession remains. It's so strange and beautiful and dismal, it was made for an audience as masochistic as my friends and I. Either that or we're just killing time until Six Feet Under returns to television.
salon.com
MY FUCKING BIBLE. I dream of the day I get an article published there. When I have Salon and Esquire clips, I will be truly content(ish). They have the best arts writers of any medium, and manage to be on top of seemingly everything. I trust them more than my mother.
Okay, now I shall dive back into reality. By that, I mean send out a profuse amount of emails and continue evading work. There's more, but those are the most important things.
