Cheers, As Long As You Both Shall Live!
I stayed up for the Royal Wedding-- I did not think I would... but I also did not think I would host an impromptu celebration for it, either. I did, both. How often does a Crown Prince get married? Considering how high Princes are on the endangered list, not often, not often at all.
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| Love, love, and love the Grace Kelly-esk dress! And who else but McQueen? |
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| Norwegian Royal Wedding, 2001. LOVE her dress. |
This wedding dithering has got me thinking (however slightly) of my own pending nuptials-- pending, of course, on a groom. I am not a girl who daydreams of my wedding day... I daydream of the day I have six historic estates scattered across the globe and I host dinners with my family, friends, and a handful of very-close-to-me Nobel Prize winners. I spend my time not looking at bridal magazines or designer wedding gowns online but rather googling the price of two-hundred-year-old beaded Sioux buffalo robes, and the cost of gas to drive from Tijuana to Anchorage. Not to say I do not want to get married-- I do ("I do", haha!). It seems, amongst many other things, that weddings are one of the few times that nearly every person you care about can be all in the same place at once. And that sounds nice.
In fact, there is one very specific aspect of my wedding that I have had in my mind for years, and that is a location. Who knows, perhaps I will get married in a bar in Tulsa, or in Griffith Park, or Thailand, or on a rooftop in San Francisco... I do not know, and neither do you (I think), but my "dream" location (a word I use lightly because I generally, and however "naively" to you, consider "dreams" to be "plans of a concrete though as yet unfulfilled nature") to be Ireland's Ashford Castle.
Pierce Brosnan was married here... which is almost irrelevant to me, but it is, in fact, un fact. Ideally, I would fly a select group of beloved ones to Ashford for a small wedding, and have a larger celebration with the bulk of people I know and love back in the states where the majority of them could actually make an appearance.
And I lie, I have given thought to one more thing-- the honeymoon. This is mostly whims, but there are some frontrunners:
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| Argentina- Malbec, Tierra Del Fuego, horses? Yes. |
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| South African shark expedition. I am dead serious. Er... serious serious. |
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| Mykonos, a tour of Greece, the Mediterranean? Can't deny olive oil, lamb, and naps. |
Well, I daresay that is quite enough of that. You cannot very well plan a wedding alone, can you? If gay marriage is contestable, I cannot imagine the uproar if I married myself... you cannot have a marriage of one, that is nonsensical, and pointless, because I think that is called "being." Done, and done, and now, step one towards my ticket to Johannesburg: a groom... applications currently being accepted.
Get Me To The Church In... Style
To the casual onlooker it may appear that I spend my time, artfully and diligently, and after extensive periods of concentrated practice and field experience, doing absolutely nothing. I am not here to debunk those rumours-- what would happen to my reputation if my friends had nothing to ridicule me for while I quietly did things (lots of them, shh) behind their backs?
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| Jimmy Choo, $775 |
However, I will own to having an incredibly productive morning, for as the dishes lie in wait for my be-sponged hands, and toast goes un-toasted for lack of my desire to rise from the lounging glory of the couch, I have compiled the results of an even finer effort: I have put together a selection of possibilities for what I would wear to the fast-approaching Royal Wedding (you might have heard something about it), were I invited. All the below items are currently for sale online, and I have barred vintage (damn) from this buffet of garmentry. Most of this is available at Barney's, my clothing purveyor of choice, clearly (ha). Enjoy.
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| Anita Ko, $2,840 |
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| Alexander McQueen, $1,995 |
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| Louboutin, $725 |
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| Lanvin, $1,715 |
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| Barbara Tfank, $2,160 |
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| All hats above by couturecreations.net. |
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| Brenda Lynn, $225 |
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| Erdem, $915 |
It may come as a shock that I was, in fact, not (yes, not) invited to the wedding, however, and have positively nowhere to wear these lovely things. It is for that reason, and that reason alone, that I decline to purchase any of them. None of it, none of it. I really cannot be bothered.
What I Do
Making macaroni & cheese for dinner (living the dream), I made this up. I bought some bananas today. It is awful.
So the banana farmer says to the grape farmer, “What's up?” The grape farmer replies, “A bunch of stuff. You?” The banana farmer says, “Eh, dealing with a lot of overhead right now.”
Bahaha. Ha. Ha.
The Long Road Home
Storms were rolling into the desert as I made my seemingly weekly pilgrimage back to the ol' homestead.
Interior Thoughts
So I have not yet moved to L.A.-- a rapidly approaching event I anticipate with remorse (I adore Santa Barbara) and unparalleled excitement (Santa Barbara will get put back on the "plausible and excellent day trips!" list). I am, however, already planning extensively for the interior decor of my pending abode. Note, I do not have any idea where I will be living, but I am aiming my sights at an upper one bedroom, near hills, with wood floors, preferably in a less than four unit complex, apartment with character and a sense of peace and openness. That is the dream-- I have seen some such places on craigslist (the bane of boredom), but whether or not there will be one waiting for me when I am ready remains to be seen. Cross your fingers, and I will let you visit.
Anway, here are some images that (at least in parts) get at what I want. Ideal word associations include: All Saints Spitalfield's, rock & roll, bohemian orient, baroque, mod, horns, bones, gnarled wood, black and white photography, Ansel Adams, Balmain, Isabel Marant, Versailles, rural Tenneesee, Luisa Casati, Mykonos, Provence, and three-masted ships. Bet you could have guessed that, of course.
Printemps Prancing
My oh my, I wish I got paid for staying in one place as little as possible, because I seem to have been excelling at that lately. When asked where I live, I give a rundown of places I have been within the last five days (this can take a while), and end with "my car. Or were you asking where I officially pay rent?"
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| The view from the dining room, about twenty minutes ago. |
Right now I can joyfully say I am sitting nestled snugly in my "home home" in the mountains, with... yes, that is correct, snow, falling gently with a white wispiness outside on the dark green grasses of new spring. I have a lovely glass of Shiraz and look forward to something I can only call "cake," and it promises to be scrumptious.
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| Myself and Mr. Clifton Snider, friend of the production. Not my best photo, but please note this dress is vintage and cost my little self a mere $3.33. |
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| Likewise an unfortunate moment on my part, but this is myself and actor Nick Heyman, exciting because he is from Oslo. Scandinavians all around. |
Last night was the wrap party for Joshua Tree 1951, and it was delightful. Not everyone was there, but most people were, and there was a private taco chef, so while I was designated driver for a collection that included my bestie, a pair of twin Portuguese models/actors, and a charming young German woman whose first name is challenging to spell, I had a very nice time. We also saw some footage from the film, and it was exquisite-- if it can live up to its raw components (I am sure it will exceed them), then we have a very fine film to look forward to very soon. And I say that not merely because I've had notice that the director has read my blog. Hello, Matthew.
In other news, I am in only three classes right now, which feels borderline illegal considering my unit-addiction of the past three years. I spend about six hours in class a week-- I am loathe to talk about it because it seems like a crime. A delightful, stress-free, low-impact, crime.
I am working away for Back Stage, as well. I have had a slew of assignments in the past ten or so days, with a variety of directors, writers, actors, and documentarians. All very good stuff, and material I am both excited and proud to write about. To think it is so perfectly legitimate to talk about vampires, No Wave cinema, and breaking out of prison to Parisiennes, ex-Dallas cowboy cheerleaders, and film buffs. I am utterly content.
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| I just like this photo... what? |
Shh. Did you hear that? Yes, that. That, friends, was cake. Rum cake. And it just said "I am waiting." And who can keep rum cake waiting? Not I. Off I go... another day, another city, another semi-arbitrary writing assignment. Adieu.
I just like these photos, I'm not going to apologize-- that's life.
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