Smart Girls Who Do Stupid Things


TTMMW: Read, Look, Listen, Look & Listen

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Patti Smith is writing a sequel to Just Kids. Yes yes.

Jim Parsons of The Big Bang Theory and Lee Pace of Pushing Daisies under one roof? Yes please. (Also Ellen Barkin).

Is Roger Federer over? For Anna Wintour’s sake, I hope not.

Willie Nelson is both the subject of a documentary directed by none other than Billy Bob Thorton, and a drug bust for marijuana (again), where a judge JOKINGLY said that if he sang a song, he could go free.

Atlantis for realz?! I hope so.

There’s dramz involving Etta James’ estate. I really really hope this gets wrapped up in a way that would make her happy, because this is just too sad.

Miles Davis biopic. If anyone can do it, it’s Don Cheadle. Not to be a downer, but it’s rarely easy to sum up a life in a movie.

The funnest of facts about the Toy Story trilogy. But one of the most interesting facts isn’t even about Toy Story or its sequels; did you know that Alice and Wonderland is the sixth highest grossing movie of all-time. Yea, that weird Tim Burton remake version.

The New York Times is reviewing children’s books online. Legitimating the genre, or responding to Park Slope parents?

Young hollywood hotties looking old and vintage. About half of these are from Vanity Fair‘s “Vanities Girls” series, so there’s no deep-digging here, but it’s still nice to look at.

Take me here now please. More shots at the jump. It’s Switzerland, of course.

Live in an airstream; it’s the life.

This exhibit of photos of African American images of beauty from the 1890s to Present looks awesome

B. Deck’s cut her hair and it looks good!

I need more information about this product, specifically, where I can get one:

From her biography, which I still haven’t read; please, Jessie, just leave it at my house and I will roll through it.

These plans for the New York City waterfront look excellent.

Black Orpheus is an amazing movie, and this breakdown of how to “live in it” can make you too feel as though you’re in Brazil during Carnivale.

Jello is super cool. Here are a few more reasons to love it. I fondly remember my family reunion in Iowa in ’98 where we were served green jello with marshmallows and I just…gaped.

To Paul Simon’s new album.

Cab drivers are required to pick you up if their light is on. KNOW THE LAW.

New York, way back when. It looks almost fake.

Marcel gets his own show…on SyFy. Dear god. It gets better: the show is called Marcel’s Quantum Kitchen.

Nicole Miller tv. She was the first designer I remember being enticed by through advertising. I wanted that skirt made of ties.

Jennifer Aniston “sex tape.” Not to take away from her accomplishments, but I do wonder if she would have been as famous without Brad, and vice versa. Probs not. It really is the Eddie Fisher – Elizabeth Taylor – Debbie Reynolds love triangle of the 21st century.

David Letterman is a creeper and you can see so yourself by watching these clips of him checking out his lady guests. But like, what else is new?

Steal This Book

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Actually, buy it.

Robert Mapplethorpe, 1975

I just finished reading Just Kids, Patti Smith’s memoir of growing up in New York City, with her best friend Robert Mapplethorpe. Though after reading the book, I almost feel as if describing their relationship as just that is too simplistic. If there ever was a time for the use of the dreaded word “soulmates”, this would be it. For much of their lives, they lived and worked in tandem, and to Smith, Mapplethorpe was the driving force in helping her create her art. To read Smith’s book is to understand that there are certain people without whom we could never have become what we are.

Of this image, which graced the cover of Smith’s first album Horses, she says,

“I had my look in mind. He had his light in mind. That is all…When I look at it now, I never see me. I see us” (251).

Smith is a true artist. She manages to sound like less of a jack of all trades, and more like someone who was talented and flexible enough to have found dozens of ways of expressing herself. Her dedication to collecting, to creating from the bare minimum, flows through the entire narrative and made my fingers itch to produce things. She is incredibly honest about her life, without oversharing. Despite the drastic differences in the New York City’s we have grown up in, I felt connected to Smith by her commitment to the energy of the city. I almost envy the hunger she had to stay here, which was enough to get her through the times when she was, in fact, very hungry.

One of the driving forces of her narrative seems to center around belongings, despite often having very few of them. They were her art, her way of remembering and creating. She often describes shifts in her life around moving and leaving things behind, around the importance of what she chooses to bring with her. In describing the impact Mapplethorpe’s death had on her, Smith says,

“Why can’t I write something that would awake the dead? That pursuit is what burns most deeply. I got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cort├ęs. Yet I have a lock of his hair, a handful of his ashes, a box of his letters, a goatskin tambourine. And in the folds of faded violet tissue a necklace, two violet plaques etched in Arabic, strung with black and silver threads, given to me by the boy who loved Michelangelo” (279).

As much as I feel overwhelmed by my pack rat tendencies, and as much as a show like Hoarders sickens me, belongings are always going to define us. They remind us of where we have been, and where we want to go. Though I admit that keeping my calculus notes doesn’t fall under the same category as collecting polaroids of my life, Smith seems to sadly acknowledge that when we are gone, all we have to hold onto is what we left behind.

As a bonus, my favorite Smith song, with Bruce Springsteen, of course. Listen up:

Because the Night – Patti Smith

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