tallulah bankhead's last words

"codeine..... bourbon....."

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hitchcock blonde

i brought the following photos of tippi hedren in the birds to the hairdresser:

and she appropriated it for me so i could wear it to my friend's formal:

it upsets me that i can't wear this hairstyle every day without people looking at me funny.

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marilyn's pretty

wow that last post was cathartic, anyway sorry to harp on about bob dylan for the third post in a row but it really upsets me that it's difficult to find a copy of dont look back in australian mainstream dvd stores because i would really quite like to see it.

so i realised recently, i spend so much of my time just trying to fly under the radar and succeeding in that 90% of people i know pretend i don't exist, that i am genuinely bemused when someone goes out of their way to be nice to me. it's weird.

also, i'm glad i've been able to get a handle on my self-pitying posts/delete them all, because now and again i see blogs with self-pitying posts and it just comes across as whiny and self-absorbed (not that blog posting isn't, in itself, a self-absorbed and - depending on how many rants you posts - whiny activity) and i feel a bit uncomfortable reading them, it seems almost voyeuristic as if you're gazing into someone's totally crazy neurotic thoughts. that was a really long and poorly structured sentence/entire post, sorry.

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my love for edie sedgwick will never die

breathless

"i don't know if i'm unhappy because i'm not free, or if i'm not free because i'm unhappy."

~ jean seberg in a bout de souffle (1960)

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a streetcar named desire

"blanche: i never was hard or self-sufficient enough. when people are soft - soft people have got to court the favour of hard ones, stella. have got to be seductive - put on soft colours, the colours of butterfly wings, and glow - make a little - temporary magic just in order to pay for - one night's shelter! that's why i've been - not so awf'ly good lately. i've run for protection, stella, from under one leaky roof to another leaky roof - because it was storm - all storm, and i was - caught in the centre. ... people don't see you - men don't - don't even admit your existence unless they are making love to you. and you've got to have your existence admitted by someone, if you're going to have someone's protection. and so the soft people have got to - shimmer and glow - put a - paper lantern over the light. ... but i'm scared now - awf'ly scared. i don't know how much longer i can turn the trick. it isn't enough to be soft. you've got to be soft and attractive. and i - i'm fading now!"

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i LOVE this play.

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pictures that make me smile

edie sedgwick sneezing

graham chapman in and now for something completely different

audrey hepburn

john lennon + pigeon

gay rights protest at yale + evangelist

ciao! manhattan

is on youtube in its entirety. go go go and hit that shit up before it gets deleted for copyright or gratuitous nudity. kind of an awful movie but edie is mesmerising as always. i took some stillz

she was sssssssso beautiful but i guess you already know that

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slightly bemused by the total rejection

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cry-baby

everything about traci lords in cry-baby is perfection.

forgive us our trespasses

we have a dog now. it was going to be my grandmother's, to be given to her by my aunt after my grandfather's funeral. my grandmother had a massive stroke at the wake, so obviously the dog-gift kind of fell through. my uncle, a farmer, is irresponsible with his animals so after it was left out in the rain and partially mauled by their bull terrier, my dad took the dog back to us. her name is millie and she is a corgi. i don't like dogs very much, but millie is okay. she is 10 years old though so she will probably not last very long

i had fairy bread for breakfast, continuing my holiday tradition of at least one meal each day being absolute crap

sometimes i wish i could believe in god so that i would feel assured about where i would go after death
then again, sometimes i think i fear immortality even more than i fear death
it all has to end somewhere, sometime, doesn't it.

"every guy i fall for becomes jesus christ within the first twenty-four hours of our relationship. i know that this happens, i see it happening, i even feel myself, sometimes, standing at some temporal crossroads, some distinct moment at which i can walk away - just say no - and keep it from happening, but i never do. i grab at everything, i end up with nothing, and then i feel bereft. i mourn for the loss of something i never even had. i am a sick, sick girl."

elizabeth wurtzel, prozac nation

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like a rolling stone

i don't think i'll ever stop being fascinated by edie sedgwick.

once upon a time you dressed so fine
you threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
people'd call, say, "beware doll, you're bound to fall"
you thought they were all kiddin' you
you used to laugh about
everybody that was hangin' out
now you don't talk so loud
now you don't seem so proud
about having to be scrounging for your next meal

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how does it feel
how does it feel
to be without a home
like a complete unknown
like a rolling stone?

you've gone to the finest school all right, miss lonely

but you know you only used to get juiced in it

and nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street

and now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

you said you'd never compromise

with the mystery tramp, but now you realize

he's not selling any alibis

as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

and ask him do you want to make a deal?

how does it feel

how does it feel

to be on your own

with no direction home

like a complete unknown

like a rolling stone?

you never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

when they all come down and did tricks for you

you never understood that it ain't no good

you shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

you used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat

who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat

ain't it hard when you discover that

he really wasn't where it's at

after he took from you everything he could steal

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how does it feel

how does it feel

to be on your own

with no direction home

like a complete unknown

like a rolling stone?

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princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

they're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things

but you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe

you used to be so amused

at napoleon in rags and the language that he used

go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

when you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

you're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
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how does it feel

how does it feel

to be on your own

with no direction home

like a complete unknown

like a rolling stone?

jumpology

photographer philippe halsman once said: "when you ask a person to jump, his attention is mostly directed toward the act of jumping and the mask falls so that the real person appears."

currently listening to:

playing your song ~ hole

mushaboom ~ feist

sweet disposition ~ temper trap

we will become silhouettes ~ the postal service

trash

grace and elegance is all well and good, but sometimes i just love a good hot mess.