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I never noticed the exact moment when I turned from "If I have kids" into "when I have kids" |
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Every summer I have a new crush on someone, music wise. I've gone through Nouvelle Vague, Feist, Spektor like that. And here this summer was already into its first 2 weeks, and I was worried that I'm going to live though it with empty heart, and bored ears. And then Booooooom! It's new for me, not necessarily for anyone else :) Chilly Gonzalez -Big Yay! And something I just downloaded - it will rock your fed-up with music souls :)) Enjoy :)) |
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http://www.bigonion.com/ Собираюсь пойти уже какое-то время, никак не соберусь. До сих пор жалею, что заморских гостей туда не взяла :) And all of a sudden I realized that I've been writing my last two notes in Russian. I'd edit them, but the key words there are in fact in English: Comme des Garcon, and Big Onion ;-) |
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Увидела у другого, прямо в унисон с моей покупкой: http://drugoi.livejournal.com/2536491.h Брожу по всему городу в платье от Ватанабе и кажусь себе ОЧЕНЬ умной :) |
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Hipsters're falling in love. |
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Feist (everyone should listen to her music, nope.. to her voice! and fall in love.) concert on August 29th in Brooklyn Regina Spektor - after all cool russian chick, listen, be proud :) Salinas Swimwear - omg! (do have some :-P) Sao Paulo Fashion Week, designer Agua de Coco (the funny-sad thing is - I actually passed both his stores without entering them, by bad) some pics: http://drugoi.livejournal.com/2228918.ht So yes, I am interested only in beachwear and mainstream music :) |
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On the streets of Murray Hill: Father to his 3 year old son: That's enough, understand? You don't bite anyone, especially new friends! |
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This is just hilarious. |
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Some useful links I've discovered lately. |
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Yesterday I came to my career advisor asking her for help in improving my cover letter. And she really worked hard. After her revising you could find such words in the letter: After taking off a year and soul searching I realized ... Pretty funny, and true. However, when I told her that I was looking for smth else, she gave me a very good book. I need to return it next week. But it's just eye-openning, called: "Careers in Finance". :-) |
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Did you see elephants yesterday? |
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Ppl's desire to be possessed is not normal. It's a slaves' psychology that poisons your life. There are a lot of ppl who want to be possessed, and very few who would want to own you. Such owners can make your life a living hell. But they'd rather be with someone who's free as well. Nobody loves or appriciate slaves. Therefore, if you need true love you have to learn to be free On the other side, when you learn to be free it becomes clear that love is just one of the effects of slavery. You must learn to let ppl go (and most importantly learn to be self-sufficient and let yourself go) to be happy, and to be happy with smb, even though it wouldn't be an issue then. Unfortunately understanding is only 0.01% of the possible success |
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If I could go to stars Who said I couldn’t? I live on planet Mars – Two days from Sun One tried to fight the nature Way we shouldn’t, He lost the game, But after him we run. The waters run through me: If I could go to stars |
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I walked out of the theater yesterday with a bit of disappointment after watching a play. I didn’t know if it actually was a bad play, or an average one, but my expectations were too high. However, I refuse to believe that people who claim to love theater could enjoy those fake conversations that I saw. While putting my gloves on in the foyer, I shared my thoughts with a friend, reasoning my disappointment. Actors’ work wasn’t breathtaking, it wasn’t good at all. Bill Nighy was good: he’s generally great, as he is. However, the line he chose was too plain: it didn’t change once, as if he didn’t react to whatever was happening around him, but was just carrying his great performance. It created a bit disharmony with what he was sometimes saying, and how he acted. There were two different Olivers, and it was hard to follow. Juliana Moore wasn’t exactly convincing as well. Her Nadia had some thoughts that I found controversial, but I couldn’t match these ideas with Juliana Moore. As if I was thinking: I could talk about that and that with Nadia, if she existed; but I didn’t see Nadia in Moore. Unfortunately, I didn’t like the play itself as well. It seemed to me that the heroes in a play just locked themselves up in a prison of circumstances and suffering. They enjoyed the feeling of being misunderstood by the society, or their families. This voluntarily imprisonment made them special in their own eyes. It might be as well that I just didn’t understand the play, since whatever they talked about wasn't a part of my reality. |
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My head is about to explode. Thousands things I have to take care of happened suddenly. I think think, and think about them. I think too much. I need action, but in these particular situations can't act without deep thought and deliberate and accepted decision.
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Walking down the street I found a Russian bookstore. It's even called "Russian Bookstore #21" It's a little hard to notice a little door among delis and stores on 5th Ave, and you need to go up the stairs to get inside. It's full of books and smells the way my favorite library in Izhevsk smelled: dust and books, both old and new. Wooden floor squeaks responding to my steps as I walk. Almost a minute passes before a very pleasant woman comes out of some room, hidden behind bookshelves. Amazing little bookstore. It's precious at least for being located in Manhattan, for having everything I had on my list that day, for a woman with crazy curly gray hair. I literally entered the house of hospitable mistress, almost felt like a cup of tea. |
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