födelsedag

Everything one does in life, even love, occurs

in an express train racing toward death. To

smoke opium is to get out of the train while

it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with

something other than life or death.

Jean Cocteau

today is my birthday...excuse me while i hop off the train to celebrate

bridge of sighs

Love. Of course, love. Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.

Giuseppi di Lampedusa

life lesson

magical knowing

people are not mind-readers. even the ones that love you and know you best. no one can just magically know your thoughts and feelings.

this is a common theme with my couple-clients. so many disputes and grudges originate with one of the partners feeling slighted because the other did not "know" what they wanted/meant/felt just by looking at them or being with them.

it's a lovely idea that our most intimates know us so well they can read our minds. sometimes it may even seem like they can. but the truth is they can't; no one can. if you want something or are feeling something and need someone to know or to react to it, you must tell them.

telling them doesn't mean being bossy or directive or overbearing. it just means stating what you are thinking in a clear, direct and non-blaming way. how can we get what we want unless people know what it is?

now, if this doesn't work and your wishes are ignored, well, that is another "life lesson" post.

hur är det svensk?

Went to Nordic food event at Masa 14 tonight. Pic is from the walk over...just a shot of me looking disgusted by the incredible construction in my neighborhood. Tried for a good shot of my awesome Gaultier frock but alas...not so awesome angle.
Not sure what was so "Swedish" about it but it was good. I was really looking forward to a twist on tradition but it wasn't exactly that. I think the only thing Swedish tonight was me. Maybe the chef?
In any case ...it was a good way to keep the midsommar feste going. Heja sommar!

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en été, je pense à-t-elle...

it's finally really summer. midsommar was yesterday so it is official.
whenever it gets steamy and the sun blazes i think of jean seberg. i don't know why other than i used to read "bonjour tristesse" every summer while lying on the beach. i thought it made me look as glamorous as cecile seemed to be.  watching "a bout de souffle" always made me feel warm too, now that i think about it.
two of my favorite summer love stories. light, to be sure, but still thoughtful and substantive.

pictures (mostly) from cracked actress

tycker om lycka på fredag

It’s a helluva start, being able to recognize what makes you happy.

Lucille Ball

not my first love, but a great and lasting one

happy 50th birthday george!
i can't let it go unmentioned. cheers and thanks for being so fabulous.
and thank you especially for not once ever being boring or predictable!

go confidently in the direction of your dreams. live the life you have imagined.

-henry david thoreau



we are not the same persons this year as last;

nor are those we love.

it is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

-William Somerset Maugham

thanks to IMDb for photos.

girl on fire

words of wisdom from my namesake...

photo from f*** yeah edie sedgwick

calling robyn!

i haven't had much to say lately, but i am so excited to see the new robyn video i thought i would just post it!
also, you know i am totally buying my own hairshirt!